Oh Sees
John Dwyer – effects, guitar, hand percussion, Mellotron, synthesizer, vocals, Wurlitzer electric piano
Tim Hellman – bass
Dan Rincon – drums
Paul Quattrone – drums, timbales
Additional musicians
Brigid Dawson – backing vocals
Tomas Dolas – B3 organ, Mellotron, Wurlitzer electric piano
Heather Locke – sampled viola on "The Last Peace" |
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Released: August 17, 2018
Genre: Progressive rock, psychedelic rock
Length: 59:53
Label: Castle Face
Producer: Eric Bauer, Enrique Tena Padilla, John Dwyer
Technical personnel
Matt Stawicki – cover artwork
Eric Bauer – engineering, mixing, production
Enrique Tena – engineering, mixing, production
JJ Golden – mastering
Matthew Jones – layout
Brian Lee Hughes – additional photography |
Enrique El Cobrador
I left the horse in the dust
So many miles ago
Slayed scores of men to get this far
To knock upon your door
You won't escape terminus
Crush opponents, drunk with lust
Feeding then repeating till you fall
I am the skull upon the hill
Drenched in blood that I spill
Butchering and ticking down the day, hey hey
Murdering and dreadful form
Shattering and vengeful swarm
Savoring the ending of your days
The driven horde under whip
Broken teeth and bloody lips
Cast a foul shadow on your door
C
[Verse 1]
Whose smoke I see up on the burning bow?
I squint my eyes but I still don't know
I've been smelling fear on you
Burning buildings, morning dew
[Verse 2]
Who swings the sword of the violent night?
Poor baby didn't put up a fight
Now they're hungry for our blood
Elbows deep in fetid mud
[Verse 3]
Creature crawling in the morning light
Belly dragging, oh, what a sight
Awfully swollen, eyes askew
No more human hunter do
[Verse 4]
Slide down deep, baby, in its lair
Laying among the bones and hair
This evening begins anew
Creature, come on, slay a few
Overthrown
[Verse 1]
Murdered, slayed, sucking disease
What is the point of it all?
Flee, bleed, fucking bled clean
What is the point of it all?
Dead, hard and flecked with disease
What is the point of it all?
Running, stabbed, innocent lives
What is the point of it all?
[Verse 2]
Ceiling, walls, freckled with blood
What is the point of it all?
Curdled, rot, brindled with shot
What is the point of it all?
Please, please, down on your knees
What is the point of it all?
Barren, burned, vacant of trees
This is the end of it all
Last Peace
We'll try once more, the idle child
Will linger on, itching Ekbom's smile
A ringing gong, a wild style
Beauteous, a perfect child
The human hand will till the land
And part debris of old city, yeah
We're planting seed of long gone breed
On battered shore, on forest floor, yeah
Moon Bog
Sometime before I
Wake up, wake up
The stranger comes up beside me, yeah
Right on, right on
I lie, moon light
Hoof beat, asleep
Black dream, retreat
Dawn creeps asleep
I lie, moon light
Hoof beat, asleep
Black dream, retreat
Dawn creeps asleep
Oft-times I lie there
In the black swirling sands
The stranger comes up beside me, yeah
Chills my heart in his hands
I lie, moon light
Hoof beat, asleep
Black dream, retreat
Dawn creeps asleep
I lie, moon light
Hoof beat, asleep
Black dream, retreat
Dawn creeps asleep
Other times I wake up
The fever runs over with plan
On how to be a better lover, yeah
Of my better fellow man
I lie, moon light
Hoof beat, asleep
Black dream, retreat
Dawn creeps asleep
I lie, moon light
Hoof beat, asleep
Black dream, retreat
Dawn creeps asleep
Anthemic Aggressor
[Instrumental]
Abysmal Urn
Your generation is complicated
I see you're feeling down
What happened to them? Complete destruction
I see you're feeling down
You're so frustrated and inundated
I bet you're feeling down
And you've been baited and feeling hated
I bet you're feeling down
Your generation is complicated
I see you're feeling down
What happened to them? Complete destruction
I see you're feeling down
You're so frustrated, you're inundated
I bet you're feeling down
Nail House Needle Boys
You lie inside a swelling head
And float your sail like a soldier
You lie and cheat, you're sickly sweet
And follow the echo down the hole, yeah
You cry and pout, what's it all about?
The rind of your life lays all around you
You drag your feet down city streets
And scan the sky for the eye, yeah
Flies Bump Against The Glass
[Instrumental]
Beat Quest
Ah, who's the man I used to call my brother?
He gave his life, so agony averted
I'll roll his bones up to the gates forever
And toss them over walls and into time
I beat my chest upon the quest and follow
The high-end squeal of grinding wheel avoided
Rolling over walls and tumbling rubble
There's nothing left for us to claim at all