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Lion Battle

by The Paris Funds

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1.
Manchester 03:21
along the lane footsteps and fog lights a wayward storm of recollection shadows of stakes in the churchyard leave misbelieving eyes red with aversion nobody would believe what I've seen as the voices call out spectral and the bells they chime alone in the snow and so I scream but no one can hear it in this empty room between heaven and hell a single witness bears the haunting feverish dreams of those that reach up from the darkness only to bleed dry the innocence of skepticism
2.
billowing from smokestacks the wasted breath of legionnaires crawling from stateside a plague dragging broken glass across this nation asunder if we're living like we're dead let's spend this night forgetting everything you ever thought you knew about us buried deep under a falling out underground it all comes clean under the assumption fed through a static medium to those chomping at news print slander and libel broadcast from overseas you'll watch us drown beneath
3.
in the grander scheme of things it feels like the snowfall kicked indoors by our weary feet and these soles that fail to breathe when I'm not left with another day it will be the nights I long for so I can soak in the glow of an empty room beneath the loose threads the ones we pulled to escape the cold there’s an empire built built on mementos and subtlety we built this on goodbyes with shoddy bricks and never minds
4.
kerosene lamps lend to tunnel vision and disaster as the evidence shrouds indefinitely that once beaten path marked with warnings and distress calls she said I'm losing ground here steadfast and falling so ‘x’ out the woes of chasing a fighting chance uncertain highs and longing cascade over withering lows and etched onto bone are the words to put it all to rest but on the surface the flesh is curious and flammable
5.
Like Wolves 03:51
watching as the skies part and recede exposing cold steel pointed at the ground we're looking down the barrel of a plane crash and staring blankly at monitors pumping narration into fertile lives barking orders from a world away lining caskets with feeble minds it's no surprise we continue to feed on hollow points their war machines keep on burning bridges from across the pond as western messiahs fly blind at the control of a preemptive strike their treaties and conventions a facade like wolves drape across peasant shoulders searching through wreckage and debris for a bedside prophet
6.
Matchless 04:43
as it falls to dysfunction and unanswered calls those open window nights will pull the blinds and leave those backseat sprawls to burn up under the heat of the moon the hands left spinning will twirl and fade like the horoscopes and paper trails that we procured from what seemed like states away the broken bottles and the fathoms in between crash together much like waves and in our fixated stare we will spill over and into stolen time as our eyes grope their way past midnight i'll spend the seconds in between gasping for life as our lips cast shadows on those heavy lines you'll leave behind your familiar sigh

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released September 13, 2012

Produced by Ryan Morgan // Paper Crane Audio
Mastered by Bill Henderson // Azimuth Mastering
All songs written and performed by The Paris Funds

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