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from All Went Up by The Anhedonians

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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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from All Went Up, released November 23, 2018

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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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