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All Went Up

by The Anhedonians

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tobsucht80 Very atmospheric post-folk rock with experimental metallization. The Anhedonias offer a mix of The Builders and Butchers and Crippled Black Pheonix or The Trioscapes. The album is a complex miracle. Sometimes wild, then melancholic again, but always rousing and very big. It's damn hard to favor a song. I especially remembered "4 Choices" and their lyrics. The song picks me up on a very emotional level, as did Porcupine Trees's "Fear of a Blank Planet".
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1.
Helen 05:56
Most’ll fall over at the merest lance Toss up the bouquet into the scrum and watch them flail Soon forgotten, what they set out for And promised withal. Dregs, soon quailing, folding into the calm The comforting calm, the upturned palms They’ll swallow the insult and turn their minds to bric-a-brac The gutless hacks. But the seas were not made of molten rock, my love And I’m not made of shame The armada approaches the Parisian coast and returns not till you’re regained. Helen I said I’d follow Your hand I’d follow In this never will I falter I will destroy any newcomer My Love. I will. Helen Through rubble came I here. Achaeans—the field is yours. They cannot match your blows Or heart They’ll fall before our cause Achilles—roar. Slake the goddess with their blood And salt They’ll fall before this night has come And the city will cough up Priam and sons And the sky will wear the stain of their wrong Slaughter will end the Trojan song With each man rueing what he’s done They stormed the walls of Ilion Because of you A coward’s laying in the sun Because of you I slaughtered Seven But I still haven’t held you in these arms Won’t be long As long as I have breath I breathe for you Helen I’ve fought so many years As long as I have breath, Helen, My will is true I breathe for you.
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3.
Death is on the corner waiting for me but I will stay in my room with my shadow and my TV Over the horizon’s where I’m going Life is a new flower growing slowly, cut off surely When the girl begins to sing my name will I be filled with dread or rise up— To the call and move on to the end of everything? Will I leave the records where they fell or take them all with me? There’s a new aura to it. This room has never been so dark. Can you hear it? It’s sitting right over my ledge—no, it’s gone. Can you hear it? It’s getting close the curtain close—the blackened rose, the grim old crone— The furthermost, the great unknown— the pale enthroned mother below I thought I’d make it someplace past today and learn who I am. Can I be this low? When you call my name will I be okay? Will I be okay? I can’t imagine what you would want me for. I’m afraid. I’m a mess. I’m a commoner. I’d be no use in an army or court. I’ll never look straight in the eyes of the Lord. But we’ll walk together soon, arm in arm, just me and you beyond the corner, down the road of no return. We’ll move to the grave at your greedy pace, bound and nailed and shut inside a box you made. When I’m lying in state you’ll return for my friends, my brothers, my bloodline, hopes and all those that remain. I’ll see you then, but don’t be shy dear, I’m not made for all the guessing, nor the waiting I was born afraid. Shy of my last hour leave me clueless. Love me just enough to keep me rattling my cage. Hide until you’re ready. Steal in gently. Even from behind, if I may make a last request. If you’re a mother, too.
4.
New Me 06:32
Oh, no sir! you can’t leave that here There’s absolutely no room for that here I know it’s a trial to part from your things But, you see, my raft will sink And so I suggest we embark But be firm and quick Or we’ll miss our gate Hey, say, it’s nice to have one more friend How are things out under that one soft star I’ve heard lots about? I suppose you’re still scared But, you see, where you think that you are Is exactly where you are Take this, row. Put some legs in it. Put your back in it. Put your toe in that hole in the floor—Jesus. Don’t you fucking quit. Give your all to it. Or throw your body off my raft Don’t you see, we’ll sink! Now go on, make your introduction. Go on, tell them your real name. Go on, be who you couldn’t be. I’ll leave it to you now that you are free Of everything that held you down in your old goddamn life Nice and easy now. Please go inside. We’ve been expecting you all night— There is no escape Compromise or abatement You get what you get You get what’s been coming I’ve always been fair I’m not in the habit of Punishing life For honest mistakes We both know what is and isn’t forgivable Don’t you regret Take it as learned Don’t you repent Take it as earned Walk down the hall To the sound of your old life fleeting We both know what is and isn’t forgivable You’re white as slate! I knew it in your heart you weren’t sinning You were living freely I was young, I had my fun I know the markings clearly I don’t see hardness in you. You belong right here.
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Vapor 04:14
6.
My colors they do fade away The sunlight wears them everyday The things we said when I was yours Colors, yes Once smeared over our perfect flesh That floated in the interstice Now fading back into the void All lose their charm All lose their brilliance Until you’ve forgotten them quite They all vanish and crack In the air and the dust and the light Oh, I’d give anything to be near you To look in your eyes To be by your side Though I know they’d as soon be forgotten My colors would fly to you to end our silence I learn to be nothing To be no one Less than a friend to you I discover what it is to Be no longer Wanted or needed by you I forget, too I forget your goodbye. In my dream there is still one final chance to make things right You vanish, too All your faults and your lies Disappear, leave me trouble ridden Lord, give me something Something I can keep Just one small little piece, just one That will never change, never fail Always stay true in itself Not fade, not ever Enduring whitewash Bright as now All sights and sounds Not fall apart, nor return to the dark While I’m forced to stay Where do they go Where do all things go? I once knew that but now I don’t know All of my colors All of my words Down that road just a little more But you my ghost, you my ghost You my soul You my darkness will never know
7.
Driven Out 02:06
The wildfire won’t stop Till it gets what it wants Came roaring at dawn It caught us off guard We fought it so hard But it was so strong I’m dancing in the forest For in the morning she’ll be gone Burn slow my friend Let me pretend That I can still save What I swore I’d save What’s left in the world But the hard cruel road? I’m lost And I don’t know where to turn
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4 Choices 08:33
Humbly came the son into a vestigial, broken home—wary—hardly killer of the night Unwilling, caught between his mom and father, to meddle busied filling up the spare rooms with his muted light Finally found her rifling through a drawer, a bag upon her shoulder A car was inching up the back way with the headlights off Father’s hands were burning in a damp way They would hear it all over It all went up They’ll start again. They’ll make it different. No more revenging. His hand was on her lips Sink, mama, don’t be afraid. I will remember your strain It’s all coming on once again, but the boy’s gonna know the things you did for him All alone he learns what he’ll become. Oh, he fears and he knows that he’s already one And decides maybe it’s time to run before he grows strong enough—hard enough Father, what would you give to be God? Flying over the holy altar For when all the world knelt at your cross could you ask them to show themselves or fall in line? In a fine Eden of control his honest hand did covet her throat. Three frauder’s hands made frauder’s gold, with the full rage out. A violent tale to cover the globe. Of all, to be wrought and loved and fall unwanted. There we lived demure and young Our form infinite, our palates numb Adoring til late our fruited tongues A full moon she lay within a sun In a room we were lovers wrought and blissed Untaught and uncovered, wild in play In our world we were never shy a friend Now we’re lost or no better, Evelyn. Now we don’t feel so bright Now we’re told lie after lie Now we go in quiet sighs Now we don’t lift up like vines enspined Under the manicured front The pride of all the world The very beat The great beat The founthead of common cults The pump that churns the fund A count heard unrelenting Droning through the form entered and won A fallman, two garden tales Developed in a cold and violent literati Parrot told to keep it taught And well learned in a viral, eternal chain If all we are turned toward in full The violets as our guide To see the cloud shows fitted in our verbal heights We’d leave our garments in the fold and full of wonder give ourselves to God

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released November 23, 2018

All Songs Written and Performed by The Anhedonians

The Anhedonians are:
Serge Carrasco — Guitar and Vocals
Paul Dumond — Drums
Matthew Santillan — Keys

Produced by Dan Duszynski & The Anhedonians
Engineered, Mixed and Mastered by Dan Duszynski
Recorded at Moon Phase Ranch, Dripping Springs, Texas
Artwork by Josh McQuary a.k.a. McMonster
Cover Logo by Ana Zavala & Serge Carrasco

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The Anhedonians El Paso, Texas

The Anhedonians are a progressive and experimental rock band from El Paso Texas. Rooted in rock, folk and metal traditions, The Anhedonians build stark -- sometimes muscular, sometimes precarious, sometimes fragile -- sonic imaginaeria where voices from mythology and drama rise, declaim and fall away again. ... more

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