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Ferali

by Bron Sage

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1.
21 Spoons 05:44
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There’s got to be a life hiding, In this thing that I’m doing, Otherwise all this breathing, Ain’t worth the shaking and moving The moon is only a nightmare, Just because it’s so unfair, And I know it will come down to cut me down for, All my crimes of grandeur Now I’ve got 21 spoons in my pocket, Should I sink them, should I skip them, Should I jump and try to swim with them? 21 spoons I’ve been wasting my life all day, Trying to find what I’m hiding away, Because I still want to kill what still wants to stay I’ll just use the 21 spoons in my pocket, Could I fight them, could I hide them, Could I grab hold and dig with them? 21 spoons And when I’m six feet under a thumb, Spoon feed me a time-tested poison
2.
Consortium 03:52
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I’ll hold you close and scream in your ear, “Nostalgia’s so convenient, my dear,” A trial by recycled advice, Around the wheel, around like mice There’s no room for comfort in this sort of – Take it all back or give it all up, Who decides when enough’s enough? Confusion hides on shelves hanging low, Hidden behind hearts that none of us know There’s no room for comfort in this sort of- The selfish saints of New Oz, Are defining us with their hoops and laws, An effigy of what we think, Not what we want or what could be, Lost is lost at desert or sea, The light was warm and bright but fades, A dying star, a eulogy, For such ado about anything There’s no room for comfort in this sort of – There’s no room for comfort in this sort of consort
3.
Army of Animals 05:11
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There are scratches in your radar where I fell right off the edge, Strike me down one more time with a bite right to the neck Sweep away my circus bones from underneath your door, Dragging knuckles black and blue can't even up the score, Alone with stripes where your knife hit me straight and true, I howl at the moon, "Hate me like you used to" I wanna go back, Fight you tooth and nail, Ruffle my feathers, Chasing my own tail Lock me in your cage again, I'll chew right through your chains again, I miss your army Drag me like a tail again, cut your teeth on my bones again, I miss your army Chase me down, run around, and swing me vine to vine, All is fair and good when you're hungry for wartime, Tear my fur from my skin, Claw, chew, gnaw, and peck, Strike me down one more time with a bite right to the neck I wanna go back, Fight you tooth and nail, Ruffle my feathers, Chasing my own tail Lock me in your cage again, I'll chew right through your chains again, I miss your army Drag me like a tail again, cut your teeth on my bones again, I miss your army Push me out the nest again, I'll fight and fly again, I miss your army Gnash or gnarl or snarl or growl, just show me all your teeth, It's survival of the cruelest and you surely can't be beat, Your uniforms are spotted and your uniforms are striped, My canary gasps before the crash but it always flies and dies, Your elephants are yellow and your elephants are black, You moved them from my lines and now they're never coming back Lock me in your cage again, I'll chew right through your chains again, I miss your army Drag me like a tail again, cut your teeth on my bones again, I miss your army Push me out the nest again, I'll fight and fly again, I miss your army of animals
4.
Legless in the Graveyard 05:33
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You don't dance with me anymore, And this time in the dark has become such a bore As I claw slowly, At the ground that I'm holding How can you call a place like this home? Won'’t you follow me to the meadows we roam? But something's calling, I can't tell if I'm falling, And the light keeps fading, Now my spine'’s rearranging Beasts and ghosts keeping pulling me, From my hope of immortality, Voices in my head, Won'’t cease '‘til something'’s dead I know you can see the tears that we cry, How can you say that your's ain't the same kind? Why can't I see your tail anymore? These instincts weren'’t meant to be chores
5.
Ghost 08:16
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I'm brewing up a real bad case of déjà vu, I don't know who's next to me, If I'm one or if I'm two I'm just a stranger to most, I'm losing my touch, I'm just a stranger to most, Just me and my ghost I see my ghost tonight, In the lost moonlight, He swings there 'til my supply runs dry I can't see the sounds or hear what you hear, I only see the otherworldly, There's lots of feeling going on for someone feeling so numb, My apparition he sings, And the table swings I see my ghost tonight, In the lost moonlight, He swings there 'til my supply runs dry
6.
Big Pariah You 07:28
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Tell me a lie, Yeah, lie through your teeth, With an unblinking grin, Won’t you fake honesty? What we want and what we need, I want to eat and I need to bleed, Full of miserable passion, Hear! Hear! There, there… We’re only burning ashes here Let’s be afraid, Of the first thing we see, Let’s dig a hole, And lose sanity What we want and what we need, I want to eat and I need to bleed, Full of miserable passion, Hear! Hear! There, there… We’re only burning ashes here Big secrets, if there’s such a thing, Wild blood, if there’s such a thing, You big pariah you, You and me too What we want and what we need, I want to eat and I need to bleed, Full of miserable passion, Hear! Hear! There, there… We’re only burning ashes here
7.
You're Nobody (Until Somebody Hates You) 07:17
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There’s a man on a northbound train, He wears a rubber band where his wedding band ain’t And there’s a woman hobbling down a walkway, She’s out looking for a new wooden leg And there’s somebody holding a dead man’s gun, He lost that battle but his war’s long won A huckster, a leper, a trickster, a scourge Maybe I don’t wanna be saved By Jesus and his lawyers You’re nobody until somebody hates you Don’t trust a man who has everything, And don’t trust a man who has nothing, And I’ll hide away in the great wide open, Just as soon as I pick my poison A huckster, a leper, a trickster, a scourge Maybe I don’t wanna be saved By Jesus and his lawyers, Because You’re nobody until somebody hates you
8.
Do You Read Me, Diane? 05:53
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Diane, I hope you can hear me through the static, I'll try to make this brief if I can, You should know my words are wrapped in codes, Rearranged because you never know, Who might be listening in Out on the margin with you, Down on the corner they're split in two, What's left of this view? When the water is calm, They will ignore their own reflection, A stone hand will never point itself in a new direction, I think it's time we ride a different tide Diane, Sorry to have left things so obscure, I should have made that choice back then, But now we're tracing broken lines, To find out where the stars aligned, Where the hell did it all begin? Dancing to the full moon's call, As the summer leaves began to fall, Outside the demon's ball, We read the writing on the wall When the water is calm, They will ignore their own reflection, A stone hand will never point itself in a new direction, I think it's time we ride a different tide What do you think we should do? What are you thinking, Diane? Did my message come through? Do you read me, Diane?
9.
The Illusion of the Turk 10:35
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Not just an automaton, A compound contraption, Only half a man can control it Wooden eyes expand, The old clay pipe in hand, Only half a man can control the Turk Constructed to impress, The Austrian Empress, Only half a man can control it Napoleon the Great, Surrendered to checkmate, Only half a man can control the Turk Only half a man can control me
10.
Skizzards and Scoundrels 08:38
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I’ve paid my admission, To the generation gap, And it’s a real sad chapter, Where time can’t get at you I don’t know why flags are at half-mast, Maybe a person from time’s past, A time where they felt the need to confess Everyone here has a quota, Three breakdowns a day, They’re always crunching the numbers, And the clocks are always winding away I’ve paid my admission, To the generation gap, And it’s a real sad chapter, When time can’t get at you Circa new normal is where the scoundrels lay their heads, And circa new normal is where the skizzards lay their eggs, But I hate reminiscing, I hate reminiscing, I hate reminiscing, I hate reminiscing, I hate it, I hate it…

credits

released October 14, 2016

Andy Adamietz: trumpet, trombone, accordion
Jason Bank: guitar, lap steel
Wes Broske: bass, lead vox, theremin
Kyle Merckx: guitar, synth
Robert J. Murphy: drums, percussion
Backing vox by Bron Sage

Tracks 1-3, 6, 7, 10 written by Jason Bank and Bron Sage
Track 4 written by Wes Broske and Bron Sage
Track 5 written by Andy Adamietz, Jason Bank, and Bron Sage
Track 8 written by Kyle Merckx and Bron Sage
Track 9 written by Andy Adamietz and Bron Sage

Recorded and mixed by Shane Hochstetler at Howl Street Recordings in Milwaukee, WI in Spring of 2015
Additional tracking by Kyle Merckx at Crapitol Hill in Madison, WI in Spring of 2015
Mastered by Carl Saff
Produced by Bron Sage
Artwork and Art Direction by Bron Sage

Thank you (in no particular order) to Ryan Branta, Art Maratos, Evan Schmidt, Oshkosh Bistro, Bill Grasley, Connor LaMue, Ian Olvera, Rasha DeIuliis, Steve Pavelko, Sarah, Dan, and Pete of Dead Horses, Matty Day, Travis Pashek, Heid Music, Rip McCrary, Lindsay Nejedlo, Jason Britten, Todd Van Hammond, Liz Dillinger, Kent Waush, The Big Guy Downstairs (aka Satan), Stephanie Tschech, Justin Kibbel, Nathaniel Frank & the Wisconsin Magic, Wood Chickens, Tyranny is Tyranny, Evacuate the Earth, North by North, Mutts, every venue we’ve had the honor of playing, every single person who has ever come out to see us play, everybody who has ever let us crash at their place and/or fed us, and of course our friends (real or imaginary) and our families (biological or otherwise). And everybody else we forgot to specifically thank who deserves a big thanks and a big hug.


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