Take that first step.
Feel each weight
of every callus that you've claimed
from every jagged rock you've stepped on.
And when each step gets hard to take,
the Earth below us keeps on spinning just the same.
Breaks you down like the dust that we came from
(That sits upon the shelf)
If we only knew and if we only cared enough.
When you talked about that hole inside your chest,
we've adopted yours, but bigger.
Bleed these memories of simpler times dry.
When you found yourself alone in your head,
how I wish we could've been there.
That's what happens when you put enough poison in your veins.
Oh, how I wish we could've stayed.
Bound to your skin and bones are aging chains.
You wear them draped around your neck,
and they grow only longer.
And with each link, more heavy than the last, we sink
into the stubborn Earth below.
Breaks you down, like the dust that we came from
(That sits upon the shelf)
And if we only knew, and if we only cared enough.
When you talked about that hole inside your chest,
we've adopted yours, but bigger.
Bleed these memories of simpler times dry.
When you found yourself alone in your head,
how I wish we could've been there.
That's what happens when you put enough poison in your veins, man.
Oh how I wish we could've stayed just one more summer in that place.
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This album reminds me of an immersive floor-to-ceiling, wall-to-wall painting. The kind that has a whole room to itself. It stands apart. Like most great art, part of this album's beauty lies in its accessibility. It is every bit as enjoyable to the neophyte as it is to any veteran of the genre. Here, catchiness and complexity--both instrumentally and lyrically--exist together, not necessarily in harmony but never in opposition of each other. Stand before this work and allow it to draw you in. Jan-Michael Archer
supported by 8 fans who also own “Ghost of Summers Passed”
I like to pretend I have a really talented friend who recorded this album as a gift. That's what it feels like; a gift from a stupidly close friend. sherryking