hark hear the word, hear and take heed
walk blind in sleep, become the dream
he spun a wire along his neck
severed his head, severed it clean
and so it fell, so fell his head
so fell his eyes, the dreamer fled
and giving chase, his body leapt
and in his sleep, he slowly sped
at once he saw, and so he knew
all things unreal, and all things true
they were as one, behind his eyes
a great, and unrelenting lie
attend his head, ye rueful pet
those dreary twins, Thirst and Regret
salute the dusk, all ink and gloom
like lovers lapping up their doom
so falls his foot, all black and bold
the root of all, stories unfold
we cast our ink, on to the page
and in his ink, we become sage
witness a wake, ebb from his stead
we are the wound from which he bled
and into sleep, we weary wake
like children shook that never break
we walk backward trapped in our dream
choking on our prophetic scream
so damned to say what has been said
we know the doom to which we're led
ours is an endless repetition of
deja, deja, deja vu
behold, the ladder of mankind
folding back on itself for all time
the journeys end, the song unsung
and we shall never leave
the bottom rung
recall a thought you might have had
wander weary oh young nomad
our memories half remembered
the edges of the photo blur
wearing our death with such pride
veiled in oblivion's hide
new born flies eat the sleep
from our eyes 'til fat like sheep
sever thy hand, and make the sign
hosannas fall, from butchered skies
a knife driven, into entrails
witness their fall, and tell the tale
behold the lamb, in vitus dance
behold the depth, of dying glance
that we may know, and so divine
the meaning of, our wretched lives
that we may know, and so divine
the meaning of, our wretched lives
let us praise the dreamer
clutching the severed thread
of life's fleeting tether
never knowing one's led
and in this blind pursuit
of that most wayward head
he gallops off the cliffside
and so we perish in his stead
High-wire minimalist post-punk of the finest sort: the poetry of daily banality spit over molten guitar solos and elastic rhythms. Bandcamp New & Notable Dec 20, 2017
Producer/songwriter Benjamin Schurr blends the medieval with the industrial in Rush, writing harrowing songs with a mystical aura. Bandcamp New & Notable May 13, 2023