Little Point Sable

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03:06
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02:48
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released March 19, 2016

Basic tracking done in September 2014 at the Atwater family cabin, Little Point Sable, Michigan

Additional Tracking done in 2015 at NBS Studios, North Charleston, SC

Recording engineered and mixed by Harper-Marchman-Jones
Mastered by Eric Domkowski

Personnel:
C. Casey Atwater - Bass Guitar, Tenor Vocals, WindSynth
Zach Bodtorf - Guitars
Harper Marchman-Jones - Guitars, Baritone Vocals, Roll-up Keyboard
John Wesley Schneider - Percussion, Team Spirit

All songs by personnel listed above except tracks 3 & 4 written with help from Andrae Raffield and Diego Villena

Artwork by Mustafa Walker

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Track Name: Three Fangs
In the bight of night
The wolf is raw,
Let-down, and pining in the fog.

Waiting.
Wanting.
She’ll know full soon --
It’s me and her in the wound.

Three fangs in the wild night,
And three whites of the eyes:
“Bang the drum,” she says,
“We’ll sing a dirge.”

Waiting.
Wanting.
Three Fangs,
Ain’t it
Foggy?
Breathless?
Hopeless?
Deathless?
Three Fangs,
Take this
Drum and
Let us
Sing a dirge.

Now she’s rapt, and apt
To sing the hanging rhyme
That rubbed her throat red all this time.

Foggy.
Breathless.
She’ll know full soon --
It’s me and her in the wound.
Track Name: Gay-Girls, Only
So ask me something
About
These shimmering shallows.
‘Cause there’s no stink of
Tear-stained men
In your country.

I’m only a knave-girl in uncertain light
When the motion is right,
But it’s gay-girls, only, tonight.

And the artists downtown turn a different shade
When you call a spade “a spade” and a jack “a knave.”
That’s how animals behave.

Every second
we stand
In quavering gas-light
I feel more be-
Nighted
By your shadow.
Track Name: Sink
Go.
Sink into the
Clay,
Spritual
Slag.
I know you won’t
Shine.
In a moment we will
Fly
So
Far
On such a baleful breath.

No fanfare will sound on that radiant night.
No wings will be spied in the blast.
No spirit will hold you in the tunnel of light,
So shake the dead hand of the past.

Go.
Sink into your
Faith,
Mummer of kind
Lies --
Fulsome in dead
Praise.
Entropy will
Ring.
Each
Trace
Will sanitize to soil.
Track Name: The Woods Are Deeper
Dim as sloe, the woods are deeper
Than the goddess should allow.
Turn away now, you dare not follow me.
The briers bite too sweetly.

You unlatch the gate.
Our egg teeth bump and click,
But your words defile the blackest troth.
It’s the fear of your heart, dear,
That gets me off.

Leylines crease the feral landscape
‘Round the relics of our vows.
You hound the marches, and though I taste your scent
The wild wood beguiles me.

Grind the key.
Bow the strings of your heart for me --
The timber yields a sip of anisette
In the pleasance of your oubliette.
Track Name: Astride The Leaf-Queen
Over, over, and through the wire
Astrid the Queen of Leaves,
Exhaust the foal as she beseeches,
Requires, and concedes.

Scrub the fires of revenance
With the rightful recompense
Of time.
Strike the synapse. Trap the pyre
Of nerve in blood and bone.
Curse the Queen with ev’ry fibre --
This never was your home.
Track Name: Tiger In A Tree
I can play it pretty sweet,
But I can’t suffer for your fantasies,
‘Cause when you’re here
The bile runs clear.
Your black mind binds on childish boundaries.

You talk about the ghosts who haunt this town
And cast your eyes aside when you see mee.
I’m an absentee, a tiger in a tree.
Back away, let me grieve.

I can play a cruel guitar,
But I cannot unsee your twisted snarl,
‘Cause when you’re near
The blood runs queer
And celibate among the stars.
Track Name: Spread The Plague
Mix me up with sleight-of-hand.
Spread the plague across the land.
Curse me as I stumble through your howling halls.

Holy waters, once thought pure,
Are antidotes that hold no cure
But poison arrows inking veins accross the pall.

O! Leticia, I don’t feel right.
I will hunger through the night.
Oh, no!
You cracked my candy.

I see you in the looking-glass,
And in your aspect, a different cast:
A crippled ideology I can’t accept.

Beyond that surface, you’re so kind --
Sound of body, and of mind,
But you spread the plague, and you don’t care who you infect.

Your deftness with the needle is so fine.
You turned me on and left me blind,
And I will not forget that slight.
Track Name: No Mercy
I should be hopeful today.
I should be livin’
Fresh and awash in the spray,
Not harried and driven,
But there’s no mercy
In the roads in-between you and me --
The vastness of filth and concrete.
I’m dying for
A hand at my door,
A wave at my shore that never breaks --
Not for me.

I saw the sun cow the waves
With radiant pinions --
Beheld an ocean of rage,
Thirsty and brimmin’,
But there’s no mercy
In the channels between you and me.