1. |
||||
|
Sheep: Wandering around like fatted sheep waiting for slaughter
Because now you’ve crossed the not-so-fine line
Between hearsay and a huge load of stinking crap
What are you thinking?
What the hell are you thinking?
|
||||
2. |
Monogamy Denial
03:56
|
|||
|
The bottle spills, pouring out your life after fire
As eyes fade - pull the shades
And deny the course of an action
Philosophical debate points to yet another
False illusion of the freedom you thought you had
A bond not yet broken – that day and forever
So what if your whole world is crashing down on you?
Well, at least you didn’t miss life coming through the crowd
Lipstick smeared to meet a mascarade
Of failing limbs and naïve tears
Intoxicated swaying to distance repressed fear
A brief commercial break for you to regain the calm
And collected stare now burning through your past mistakes
But hope in strengthened ties – the poetic bullet’s been taken –
And all that counts is the promise of tomorrow’s shame
Soon – the fall necessary to overcome this nagging rejection
An admission of persisting solitude
You’ll learn the wary route
To say you’re alone does not mean you must fold
The anguish in identical perception
A beating down of dependency through attachment
So now you understand lies
Don’t say I never told you so
|
||||
3. |
Everest
03:50
|
|||
|
Virtue cast aside with empty chances
Serving genocide to the bustling masses
Ants of people ride coattails while making passes
Just to get a dime spared from any
This mountain of a ladder climbs above delinquent crosses
As you raise your control
Pushing aesthetic of desired effect
I’m so sorry I have nothing to offer
Myopic, still caring for keeping score
Fetching food for those holding your hopes above your –
Head now stuck on those who hum the tune to make you –
Facilitate the bargaining to
Work twice as hard for half the recoup
A shallow place to rest your head and wait for progress
Cutting the tether that breaks my neck breaking your fall
A cloak and dagger killing spree
Color draining from me
A can of gray to coat this town
Too soon to turn around
Not planning to live past these white-out conditions
Not speaking your mind even as I race you to the top
Tease extinction promoting desecration
Seeking emancipation from the depths of a brooding sky
|
||||
4. |
Baby's First Factory Job
07:05
|
|||
|
Salicylamide overdose – cascading disenchantment
March rolls in like a man - out like a cow
How quickly we forget marriage is a solely financial endeavor
When our freedom is on the line
A heated debate becomes simple sleight-of-hand
My lover: a quota to fill
My drug: an expensive walk down with the apes
My crush: the hazards of hunting big game
Imply that I set aside my pride and die this time
This time I reject your supine generosity
Fake, love-scorned and war torn evolutionary tie
It’s time now –
I did not ride out my Father’s dime to have to do his time
This increasing debt so self-sufficient
Temporary, yet still thankless
I remain imprisoned – trapped
And there’s nothing He can say to make us right
This brings the fight to your doorstep
I’ll ring the bell on your pink slip
An irregular cyclical pattern of points
Set to waste away
On a predetermined path of destruction
Fan this flame more, and stake your caste
Watching the floor, pushing time past
Fan this flame more, and stake your caste – a slave
Holding peers for ransom, bleeding to concede
Are we nothing more than the sum of the last hundred years of war -
Just weak weeding frail?
You’re frail.
|
||||
5. |
World War H2
07:43
|
|||
|
Tanks of gasoline help to cut the sting
While ashes to dust to life will bring
Another wave breaking endlessly
Of those to die without memory
Of those to die without dignity
The moth that fights my windshield everyday
Signals tomorrow will mark the same worthless change
A mundane task repeating the faults of insight
Feeding your God your crude, your way of life
Pigs riding in style - wasting for naught
Revel as the victor of a war you never fought
Sacrifice their women and make Him smile upon you
Their children will make good gifts when this battle is through
Cast aside all regret and take these days for granted
Pray at the pump and drive your war to work
Military chic and camo capris
In the backseat of your Hummer giving head on your knees
Pass this sermon from cubicle to corner office
Spend this blood money well – there’s still a lot more to do
We should have imposed a world religion by the time this is through
No more Gods of sea or storm - of wind and fire
We have Gods of the car and the phone wire
The Gods in America – the ones which survive –
Are the Gods which are gluttons and consume our lives
Eat up your culture from a big silver spoon
Spouting accusations of hardship while you roll around town
In your big SUV taking up two lanes of road
With your bling bling and big walk and stud in your nose
Pretty boys playing gangster and running at the mouth
A lot of talk with no knowledge of all the hypocrisy you spout
Bombard us with tales of how you lived on the street
Smile for the camera – smile so oppressed - and retreat
Turn your head and cough - just another silly tool for a big money machine
Raining an image down on me a hundred times old
Good game, son - now eat your fill
Take your share and then some - more from the kill
Good small soldiers play rough on the field
They burn air and buy crap that no one needs
No need to fight for your survival when you can just feed the slaughter and live like kings
With this, the fate of the world on your shoulders
You quote the bible while lighting forest fires
Out loud, uncovered, now I see how you are soft
No need for crying I’ll just brush my shoulders off
|
||||
6. |
Satellite Camera Obscura
10:14
|
|||
|
One shadow lost in darkness, hollow touch achieved in fantasy
The whisper after witching hour, entering she sees only me
Dress for a kiss
The waking, life, the dead
I told her this
You’re making your own bed
A dream of sex so thrilling without consequence, what comfort brings
I’ll never have to rehearse an apology, for tragedy
Captured, adapted, with this pinhole
Taking of your hand for all I know
Stare through my insincerity
To fulfill, yet less physical still
Risking this timeline to expose
Life in credibly invasive detail
Nothing I can hold forever
|
||||
7. |
||||
|
Gone - Seven shakes of tail for three is one, five for none
Crying on cedar falls to spy old friends gone
But you were never one who’d take my call
After I’ve run and left you out on the floor in the hall
And yet you stay
You should have risen
You should have thought to take shape
You should have told me I was done forever
Cowrie shells and soft light
A trip will make my sins right
For my love
Rise up and stand for nothing
Phoenix shining on your eye
My hand tasting of my fondness for you
Scraping away your face
Worthless beggar
Status without authority
Ration your right to liberty
Free will is always at risk under tyrants
Focus skewed to see through
Patch up and rebuild
Cowrie shells and soft light
A trip will make my sins right
For you, my love
|
||||
8. |
Arc of Descent
04:22
|
|||
|
Rules to define -- how two plus two can equal five through your divine eyes
Massing, carelessly appeased to fall in line
And ignore the injustice being generated by an imperfect state
Criticizing those who would extend condolence beyond their own race
It's not faulted to want revenge for this
Just maintain the importance of an objective view
I won't let my frustration coerce my compassion
How can you sit there smug and believe the actions being taken
in our name are morally pure without question?
What then makes us anything more than terrorists ourselves?
My sedition is in defense of those now dead -- sinless life taken
My heart is not restricted to bleeding only for those who share my descent
Open your eyes and see this "our cause is better than their cause" mentality will fail
Violence sires violence -- peace sires peace -- bias fuels hate
Resentment bred by loss -- causing mercy to be crossed
A lapse in achieving union
Freedom is claimed as reason for the machine of waging war
And all who oppose take exile
[Name] Your name is slandered by engagements your country makes in haste
If we are not just then we have no right to exist at all -- Fall
I will not sit by pretending your "protection of my freedoms"
is an attempt to rid the world of terror --
We are not above the policies we so willingly enforce on other nations
No one has the right to taking another's life away
My life, and claim to protect
I'll pledge to all:
This is my good fortune, this is my good name
|
||||
9. |
John Hancock
03:00
|
|||
|
Name the price for your head -- what my country deems your life is worth
Speak your final words, as you are officially pronounced worthless
Written away with a stroke of my pen.
Your humanity exists to serve as my commodity
And you would trade all you own to somehow right this wrong
But it will take more than you for me to right my wrong
No support -- for those who fight back
Against the control imposed upon you
Break under my weight
I decide for which you stand
This life in your idle hands
Dismiss the sound to fall in - to let this go
To rig this outcome
This is not privileged to eat your fill and make your waste
I will not falter until I’ve written you away
|
||||
10. |
Godshatter
14:01
|
|||
|
The flood of a Goliath pounding on my brain
One out of none leaves a sight to see
With lucid dream made reality
Such a true beautiful blight
A world terminating sight
A goal lost on me
Buried somewhere in a language I don’t comprehend
You are the post-mortem ever-present means to my end
Resurrection gone
My sister in a life beyond the unthinking deep
A goal lost on me
Now we’ve got your God dying to fit inside my head
Bombarding me with every ounce I can take
So significant, the selling of my cause
There’s no preventing it, I’m finishing my charge
To grind my teeth and bow my head, to show humility through the eyes of the dead
Would you risk everything to lose me?
Knowledge staining a whirlpool wake of love
Constant struggle to embed everything with meaning
Knowledge staining the edge of space
Constant struggle left to embrace: a purpose
Reason, a rift, a gift that transcends
Gazing at your world as a child views a zoetrope
As wolves with a collective conscious tear my form limb from limb
|
||||
11. |
From Ovens To Heavens
06:40
|
|||
|
The heat of Heaven bears down on mass scale
My ears ring the humming of the world
As the spin falls short of making mark
This is not what was offered
As neglect turns to misguided assault
Clogging your freeways
This is more than you offered
Waking up in a shower stained with my patriot pride
This small-town corporate ride / free to all willing blind
Ties leaving much undone
Raw stock creeps through my veins now
Tainting old blood
Mixing thrill and disquiet for those to sway
Running red lights is now public routine
Each incident seen favors those in the clear
It isn’t a crime if we all follow suit
Unlawful concern is in fashion this year
Hostility sought without due concentration
Historical value is such trite retort
You lack the conviction to burn down these bridges
It’s all out of your hands - All I ask is you pass me the torch
I said it’s no longer in your hands
I didn’t ask you to burn this bridge
Just pass me the torch
You turn the channel but it’s all fear
Is this more entertaining?
Sales wrapped in shock and awe
And they say – this is more entertaining
What you can’t fight is a foe invented for you on the screen
So why worry for life and love with your dignity gone?
Squandered time lost, never meant to recover
Earned net worth once learned
Teaching us lessons the hard way
What have we become if we live through this?
Still counting minutes two hours past dawn
Can’t you see? - we take nothing from this run
Can’t you see? - it’s not red if your gone
Don’t you dare slow down
Stripped down in teeth for your pall
Give me the Jaws of Life - You should have driven home
|
||||
12. |
Excuse Me, My Friend
06:26
|
|||
|
Open letter to a faker
It appears that heart was just ripe for stringing
Only bought because I’m no better
Isn’t that why I’m so damn eager to befriend?
Friends with benefits or for a common goal
Filling the voids of all those who can’t stand
To be alone – to eat, sleep, die alone
Apparently best doesn’t mean the same
The closeness we need fades with age
As you let your business and pleasure mix in unlucky ways
Put up – be a man who lays a word of truth down on the line, or
Shut up, because experience without maturity is such a waste of time
Mistakes become unreadable to all but me
First impressions only mattered when everyone still wore their heart on their sleeve
Full of promise / fat with promises
But I’ve run out of doubts worth fielding
Anger always stems from solitary fear
My failure to relate your cries or sympathize stems from a place I have to find
But who will be my guide?
Pay attention
Passive rival – excuse my bid for late survival
Your words won‘t carry weight
|
||||
If you like Lesser Known Saint, you may also like:
Weedian presents a 56-track chronicle of Mexico's stoner metal and heavy psych scenes, from ’90s forefathers to contemporary wrecking crews.
go to album
No Help For The Mighty Ones
by SubRosa
featured on Bandcamp Radio Oct 30, 2020
go to album
featured on Bandcamp Radio Jul 21, 2023
go to album
featured on Bandcamp Radio Oct 28, 2022
go to album
Fall Of The Xafyre Dynasty
by Tales Of A Liquid Dawn
A mind-bending psychedelic rock opera with the songs to match, “Xafyre Dynasty” has its controls set for the heart of the sun.
go to album
Featuring members of Noothgrush, Graves at Sea, and more, the Oakland metal band juxtapose cavernous doom with spaced-out shoegaze.
go to album
featured on Bandcamp Radio Nov 10, 2023
go to album
