1. Of Songs 13:47
PART I
We said we didn't trust a holy man who'd been holy all his life
And but for a single line
A distance bound by points
We watched as a body surrounded
A flickerin' light
And it shivered and it quavered as the wounded walk became the motion of
Arrivin' and returnin'
Sing a song of songs
When we press upon the past
That presses upon us
PART II
Of the world, not of the world
A song of songs I sing to St. Sisyphus
Of myself, not myself
My song mistakes its stone for a crucifix
The of itself, not of itself
Look in, look in, your dull light is flickerin
The of itself, lost in the world
A song of songs I sing to St. Sisyphus
The of itself, lost in the world
The of itself, lost in the world
Flickerin' out
All in the set-up, how how to roll in strides
One foot at a time, dusted with a weary white
(The sound of shivering sigh)
Shins, shoulders and a quiverin' spine
(One wound at a time)
Best just to control it, whoa oh oh oh
(Don't rest on the down roll)
Heave up, huff and hold it, whoa oh oh oh
(Don't rest on the down roll)
Your role actually felt
(Blown out at the knees)
Amazing memories prone to compete
(Daydreams grown as weeds)
To know 'em is to ruin their spark
(To know 'em is to ruin their spark)
Their question mark
(A mystery met, a mouthful said)
Their suiting to spar
(A mass of shooting stars)
To know 'em is to do with your time
(To set the shiver in your spine)
So terribly tight
(Just what you want and when)
Momentum met and left to rest
Let it rest, Let it Rest
PART III
You said that you could trust
The hopeful man's stance
About as far as you can throw him
Through the air
Your roll got knocked off its rail
And tumbled t'wards the edge
And if you don't breathe in
(The ground won't let out)
You'll be dead where you stand
(What you let in, let out)
Arrivin' and returning
Pound for pound
Recoverin' your ground
Lettin' back out
All you take
Pounce for pounce
Rotation comes back around
To claim and count the ground you've made
So lay a claim
Lay a claim
Lay a claim
What you let in, let out again
The of itself lost in the world
Found in the story of a man
Who turned his toiling into song
Who said I know it by the beating
My heart is recieving
That the body leaving
Runs the blood of songs
I know it by the ground I gain beneath
The pressure in my soul is pushing through my feet
The weight of my song
Pound for pound, recovering your ground
Let out all you take
Pounce for pounce, rotation comes back around
To claim and count the ground you've made
I start the work alone then I work along
When in the song I sing I hear a hundred more
I hear a hundred strong
That man was said to start all over again
Through the work of songs
damn, this is awesome. Sublime, tribal, percussive, choral, etc, etc The stuff BP are known for, but this is a bit more extensive/expansive. An epic, prog? sorta, yeah.
I guess it's only a digital release for now. I do wonder if this was left over from the Open Flames period, or totally new. Not a ton of Neil Haverty's vocals though, so I'm think it might be older or recorded around that time at least.
Regardless, this is pretty sweet. Maybe a sign of things to come as well.
