Over the mountainside where the old men butcher sheep
the wind cracks like a radio, the roads grow desperate dry and weak
winding around the hills the train beckons the sky
it carries troubled beings who seek strange things to mend their ills
Morals running low on morphine
mountains turned to numbers
propped upon a billboard
he’s numbed or maybe tired
tapping at his window
with fingers like pine needles
a thousand spinning magnets calling towards the ocean
And high above the rock in the emptiness of day
we sat above the clouds above the foggy rain
and Coral never said from where the others came
the hovered high like flies from hungry lights so red and grey
Mense Pece makes me peaceful
it makes me so so peaceful
it fills me like its plastic
it keeps me white and sterile
and should your eyes start filming
than split the lens with paper
it’s one way through tomorrow, another to your wallet
And we’ll go sit down by the freeway
the traffic howls just down below
they will descend from high up the mountains
and then far off we shall go
Over the mountainside where the old men butcher sheep
the wind cracks like a radio, the roads grow desperate dry and weak
winding around the hills the train blackens the sky
it carries troubled beings who seek strange things to spread their ills
credits
from Border Route EP,
released September 17, 2013
Steven Chambre- Vocals, Keyboards, and Guitars
Picked this up at West Fest a little over a year ago and immediately fell in love with it's catchy tunes, great lyrics, pacing and its incredible energy. A must listen. Steven Chambre