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With the dawn coyotes now,
Don Quixotes howl.
They’re taking theirs back.
Deluded, backtracking toward bliss
bold anachronisms.
on a holy war path

So tear everything down,
burn the shack to the ground,
scatter the ash
the sun will be coming up soon,
flaming marigold bloom,
we’ve got to move fast

Baby they’re coming for us,
and they’re not our friends
incredulous, dressed in sapien skins,
and it’s hazy hurdling through the dust,
back to where it began
we are trapped in the rust of an age at its end.

And if I don’t make it out, let it be because I couldn’t save us both..
I’ll gladly return to the clay
if the teeth inside this mouth come down on us faster than we thought they would close,
we’ll die as poison in their veins.
and if they cut us down like old growth forest where we stand, it’s how we’ll go,
our roots will strengthen what remains.

Wrap your cold bones in these flags,
most use they’ve ever had
count the constellations.
The rhythms of constantine’s drums
and technocratic doldrums
sync like parts in a hymn.

If you’re listening lu xun,
it’s no illusion
it’s the song that you wept!
Organs with keys made of teeth
moan proudly our creeds,
and the tables are set!

Baby they’re gunning for us
they’ve got bags for our heads
caesar’s being revived on an ICU bed
Octavia, don’t weep for your son,
weep what’s been ushered in,
Caught in the stitch as an empire begins.

Pantheons and pentagons and crushing bones, ground into oxygen..
Crooked crosses on our breath
we breathe it in, indulge the sin, drink iron gin, and then we lick our lips..
beating the collective chest.
it’s falling, it’s falling, it’s falling,
Nothing here can be kept.

He’s trying to make it but slow go the minutes,
he oscitates and the sleep rushes in him
eyes heavy, he feels his veins tingle
his body jerks and he’s back in the sinkhole.
almost got out of the swastika freakshow.

Back at progress farm, the scientists haggle
the garden withers while the children play scrabble
is there a word that describes what we’re building toward?
Oh shit the atom split, put it on the triple word score.
growing meaninglessness in a petri dish spore.

I’m sorry now if this comes across crass,
said the ant to the man with the magnifying glass
all the power is within myself
I should be able to make it without your help
But I’m so damn tired, I know that’s my fault,
all the same, praise the lord that I’m living at all

Behind the wheel of a plexiglass pequod,
on the freeway in a jam looking for his white god,
smothered him in a flag, his the cries with a chainsaw
every war from the top is decreed by the same god.

Baby they’re coming for us,
and they’re not our friends.

The lion with ropes freshly cut, gives thanks to the mouse.
Then says get the fuck out of my house.

Baby they won’t let us leave,
we’ve been here all night.
Gaping, trapped at the scene,
of a cult suicide.
Let’s break free and run for the hills
be mountain ascetics.
and we’ll watch the paint peel from the age as it ends.
We’ll watch the flames spill over played violins
We’ll watch the landfill of an empire descend

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from Between Suns, released April 1, 2019
Joel Martin: vocals, guitars, bass, synths, piano
David Fuller: drums, vocals, guitars, synths, banjolele
Seth Martin: vocals

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