walking down this block this withered kingdom before i twist and turn to salt my last thoughts of when we played here and you grabbed my stupid heart with your hands strong like your father's and your mother's gentle touch
over the years we slowly built our analects and weighed them in these streetlights when other boys were dreaming we stared harder at the night and we never cared about fitting in once we gave our names up to the stars even when we've died we won't have left them.
we learned that youth should be like prairie fires raging with the wind
our young thoughts written in the sidewalk weren't enough so i packed my shit and headed out to test my words out in the world.
until somewhere in this fanfare of getting older i abdicated home and found these things they taught exceptional being crushed into a mold
and though we never cared about fitting in I see them pushing buildings down and the wars we left to find are right here for our taking
we learned that youth was just like thunder
chasing just behind the light until the storm is overhead
and i'm left with what you said
'the earth will bring us bread. I'll bring home the rest.'
our young thoughts written in the sidewalk are all gone, covered by a strip mall and this is what we choose to be. In a backyard all around America we learn to talk and fill our mouths with alcohol, if this is what we choose to be then gun me down to silence me
when our prairied lots and our parents' shops have been ripped apart by a fucking Walmart did you rustle in your deep deep sleep? I'll take up arms, I'll head into the sprawl, armored up with these memories of your hands around my heart and our young thoughts
The Philly rock juggernaut's debut LP is finally here, an electric rallying cry led, as always, by Tina Halladay's powerful voice. Bandcamp New & Notable May 10, 2017