ouroboros

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released November 3, 2016

Recorded, Mixed, and Mastered at Scruffy Grizzly Records

Guitar / Wesley Sewell
Guitar / Benjamin Donaldson
Bass / Adam Norris
Drums / Vox / Joshua Denney

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ephemeral Knoxville, Tennessee

Benjamin / Guitar
Adam / Bass
Denny / Drums
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Knox Post-Rock
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LessTalk.MoreRock.

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I am going to read my poems with great emphasis upon their rhythm
And that may seem strange if you are not used to it
I remember the great English poet William Wallace
Coming in a rage out of some lecture hall
Where someone had recited a passage out of his Siggraph of Alston
"He gave me a devil of a lot of trouble," said Wallace
"To get that thing into verse
It gave me a devil of a lot of trouble
To get him to verse the poems I am going to read
And that is why I will not read them as if they were prose
Track Name: Jan. 1919
Turning and turning in the widening gyre
The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
The ceremony of innocence is drowned;
The best lack all conviction, while the worst
Are full of passionate intensity.

Surely some revelation is at hand;
Surely the Second Coming is at hand.
The Second Coming! Hardly are those words out
When a vast image out of Spiritus Mundi
Troubles my sight: somewhere in sands of the desert
A shape with lion body and the head of a man,
A gaze blank and pitiless as the sun,
Is moving its slow thighs, while all about it
Reel shadows of the indignant desert birds.
The darkness drops again; but now I know
That twenty centuries of stony sleep
Were vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle,
And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,
Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born