This band brings together so many pieces of other groups I love, yet make it their own. Plus Mike has been one of my all-time favorite people for about 10 years now. Looking Forward to the full-length.
Favorite track: The Alpha King.
Way down in sleep, you can't find what you need. Way down in sleep, you can't stand what you see. Should I learn to let go? Or just keep in? Try to take it slow, try to take it all in. So if you're feeling low, all the way down deep. I already know, why bother to begin? Write it down, draw it out, let me drown. I'm buzzing out. I'm in a tunnel with a tiny light. Let me drown. Closing in. I can't be still when it's crazy bright. Let me drown. Keep me in. Are you low? Are you feeling low?
Track Name: The Alpha King
This man don't walk, this man he flies. Alpha king floats up, alpha king sky high. Someone new has been around, born beneath the tiny town. Should one be scared? I don't know. Try not to think, wait till tomorrow. A quite drink, wash it down. Whiskey flows all abound. This man don't walk, this man he flies he flies. Alpha king floats up, alpha king sky high. Speak up, let the rumors soar. There's so much talk during the incessant war. Alpha king, he simply smiles watching the women all the while. A quiet drink, wash it down. We're at the bottom of the bottle now. This man don't walk, this man he flies. Alpha king floats up, alpha king sky high.
Track Name: North Through The Woods
I'm not a song. The story lacks melody. I can't stay around too long because I'd hate to see her hands bloody. Let me tell you about that. She screamed and screamed some banshee screams. Let me tell you about that. She'll haunt my dreams, polyphonic dreams. Let me tell you about that. I can see her steam and steam and steam. All I know is the sound of snow, that's all I know. I'm leaving the city now, by foot, no train. I'm trying to forget things now. Maybe she'll do the same. All I know is the sound of snow, that's all I know.
Track Name: Thalia
I put on my suit, my black, black suit. I comb my hair, my black, black hair. Thalia lives on the bridge. She swings from the wires. Oh my Thalia, swinging from suspension cables. It's a one mile walk down a red, red road. It's a long fall down to the red, red water. She tells me that I'll find my voice.