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Outnumbered is Outflanked

by Calvary

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1.
This general command feels like yesterday, even if spoken in only a murmur. And I once knew this place, my thoughts so easily retraced. My skin – it remembers. And in this city I was unmade. My shaking so full of vigor. And I can see my hands, still spotless and black-clad. My skin – it remembers. It only looks as if it hurts, it’s exactly what I want. For home is so distant. We sought surrender, how far it was I could not say. Yet another form of organized beast, shall ruin this way. Those chances that you take, the fear of what to invade. The threat. It’s your solemn vow to advance, for when you get that chance, it might be the only one you’ll ever get. It only looks as if it hurts, it’s exactly what I want. And home is no longer for I...
2.
And it is all inserted rather carefully. As not to further disturb your depravity. But mostly, most of all, this face is not always real. Only this cracked and jeering world. It's not so what it seemed. I’d give anything to dream - to dream that dream again. The one where I was a monster livid and you were so scared. Those words, they come as swords. They're sharper than all the wit you can tack on. And I - I recognize, how you’ve tried to secure those lines and hooks in my side. They’ve found that strength again. And I wonder why you were so rushed and I was so scared. The world, shall hold it’s breath, playing dead at the sound of your command. And it was all inserted rather carefully. As not to further disturb your depravity. How many cuts will it take to stop it?
3.
Writhe 02:22
And at the occasion of my death, the words you spoke weren’t worth the breath. And in that molted voice of grimness, you cried MURDER! Repeating words already said, I tear and loathe as it happens again. In this still silent season, where one is - the axis. And at my death you writhe. And in my death you fly. Smash the door, it comes crashing down. A rotten structure - head to the ground. And I can’t seem to find any of this precious time, while you’re lying in disguise and allegiance, it fails on all sides. The body’s still shallow, so continue digging in, until you cannot see.
4.
And have you asked? The questions that beg the answers. And have you asked the answers that knew no patience? For when I don’t – it’s life crawling out of my throat. When I don’t – the hopeless hopes on hope. And according to these visions and dreams, I once knew the taste of a time, as life - passed out - to the inside. And according to these visions and dreams, I once knew a place where my face, bore signs of harbored disgrace. According to these visions and dreams. According to this memory. According to these visions and dreams, the question remains….
5.
Heart Murmur 01:06
Put your ear to my chest, and listen to the signal. And put your ear to the ground, and hear my leaving. The deaf shall hear my leaving. Was riding glaciers. Black-hearted soul. Riding off, at absolute zero. Your heart murmur, why can’t you speak? Your heart murmur, why don’t you speak? Your heart murmur...
6.
Gala Affair 03:19
It’s a figurative mixture, an unstable fixture unsaid. Of success or truth you know I’d choose to lose instead. There are no colors that blacken another this time from sight and I didn’t even know how deeply shallow that this had become. And we excel in the gala affair. And it leaves us heading nowhere. Their eyes were winter, an utterance you outgrew. Unfurled the banners. The cavalcade in this bloodless coup. Are you shocked to find? This year’s 25 most interesting, are more or less the same as the last. Yet you look so self-resigned and confined in mind. On their every word you’ve hung yourself. Just in what those pages portray. You’ve chosen to lose in a similar way.
7.
And I’ll give you the benefit of the doubt, for doubts are all I - ever seem to have. It’s the healing at the end of our youth. And I've brought to bear this falling blade. It shall begin this bloody age. And then you’re encouraged to pass it around. Only the guilty-born recognize their innocence. Outnumbered is outflanked, there is beauty in this bookishness. Ambiguously referenced yet so ever plainly obvious. It’s our story as it lies. And in this, sickly-sweet, nausea that was life - I don’t want to feel like this anymore.
8.
It's Sport 02:20
Now if you could only think of your future. Invest in what you should’ve known by now. There’s a nest egg, right here, there in the nest. Reaping what you’ve sown and sold. Just another child, it was due in time. Growing up on that selling floor. To a chair in the center of the room you are tied. The roof it hides, all outside eyes. And it's for your sport. And I’m so, awash in your liquidity. That I can take from you anytime (like now). Increasing all of my assets. Oh, this interest of mine, mine, mine! Just another child, it was due in time. Traded up. Just another child, that was doing time. Growing old on that dying floor. To a chair in the center of the room you are tied. The roof it hides – everything inside. And in this bliss of vacant nothingness, you don't where you've lost your way. There’s a precognition – of an imperfection. You'll invest in another day.
9.
Revenant 01:59
This is your second face, feeling helpless and irate. Casualties you’re leaving in your passing and wake. And this is opposing sides, looking distant and raped. Your visage shifts and alters from a revenant to a wraith. And it is all a rather unwitty analogy about who is putting what in whom. And it gets so deeper and deeper, so harder to see it all through. Yet only you shall know the truth, living it among the ruins, start. And only you shall live the truth, sprouting from its bitter root, stop.
10.
Torrential 02:21
Everything that this single gear fights. Will this be a long-knived night? The start of another hushed genocide? And are there bullets in No Man’s Land and is that a knife in your hand? I’ll do the best I can, this state to understand. No time for thoughts to settle, only whether I’ll weather. And I’ve put too much faith and time of mine, in shallow breaths and cheap despite. The end of the other, losing the will to try. My conscience, told me to rush. There is expiration in this touch. Yet only, if you’re to worry, it’s torrential. Then brace yourself for it’s torrential.
11.
There was still a bit of newness residing in here, when reality doubts words your actions declare. When this ink of blood receives directionless stare. So beware to compare your affair of despair. And for once, in the dawning hour of life. You’ll want to crawl against the tide and harken forth to a time, when your newish heart was so iron and young, yet mistook for pain and whine. And I am left with a thousand dark words. For these words spilt, they’ve been, misunderstood. So be aware to compare your affair of despair, and prepare to repair your current nightmare. And for once, in the remaining hours of life. You’ll be carried out by the tide, and harken back to a time, when your aged heart, so drawn and dusted, was usurped by your cynical and bitter mind.
12.
What is it now that you think I ought to know and pretend to hear? I wanted everything that you feigned in your pleasant nature and your good will. Words culled from words. And the very roots of words. We were never all that far, from the very source of the call. I thought you were one and I, I thought I could be one, but I couldn’t see past those days. And out of remission there came a mission. The threat it heightens as the pleasure increases. And those words are the very words that shall help me find the will to say.

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First Press - 1000 copies (300 on icy blue/white swirl).

Council Records No. 20

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released July 4, 2002

Matthias Weeks - Guitar/Vocals
Matt Ryan - Guitar
Jeff Rice - Drums
Dave Song - Bass

Recorded at Studio Greg - Studios II by Greg Norman - Chicago, IL
December 2001 - January 2002

Remastered for digital release by The Boiler Room, Chicago, IL
November 2020

Design Expertise Jon Resh at Viper Press - Chicago, IL

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