The First One

by Face Like Thunder

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6 more songs to come, aiming for a full album release by the new year.

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released November 5, 2014

Ian Hardie: Vocals, Organs, Guitars
Drew Martin: Percussion

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Track Name: Oh Warden
Cage them all
Cage them all
Scrape the wall with a bed frame sharpened to a point
To write your name
Cage them all
Cage them all
Make the call, the sentence of rotting alone in a hole
On your own.

With broken-hearted tattoos, jagged lines forming spiderwebs
Teardrops are outlined in blue
I've been waitin' for you, pull you in then I spill you out!
Painting with crimson/red hues oh....

Be armed, Be armed, It's beautiful out in the yard!
The yard (x2)

I'm asking for protection, some separation is all I needed.
Just watch closely I keep my back against the wall.
I'm begging on my knees,
Oh Warden, Oh warden.

Before you make any rash decisions, before I meet with parole.
My past has been exposed, my anxiety grows, paint will continue to flow.

Be armed, Be armed, it's beautiful out in the yard!
The yard! (x3)

Guitars/Vocals- Ian Hardie
Drums - Drew Martin (@drewamartin) (www.drewmartin.bandcamp.com)
Track Name: Fawkes Pt. 1
The crooked spires refract the light outside the hall
Still painting patterns, ever-changing amber shapes on the wall
The gallows' silhouette, it shakes me to the core
A cold November's night, the smell of sulfur in the fall

Tonight I'll be the martyr, I'll be the harbinger of war
I'll be the firestarter, the poltergeist behind the door
Now you've been outsmarted, the scattered men in the snow
Sing a song for the broken-hearted. Children and wives departed
Carve your name by the light of the moon
Did i know?

Monteagle, Monteagle
Who held the pen now holds the shovel and the tombstones
Monteagle, Monteagle
Well that's preposterous that our cautiousness has cost us
Monteagle, Monteagle,
Well my curtain call will certainly be well-known
Monteagle, Monteagle
Well that's preposterous that our cautiousness has cost us

The musty air has seemed to cause my lungs to fold
Under the House of Lordes my panic ricochets off the walls
With every shadow casting fear into my soul
A cold November's night, conspire to overthrow it all.

Tonight i'll be the martyr....

I could never dream an awful way to go
Blinded by the torches coming in through the door
36 reasons sitting under your nose
I will never see the light of day anymore
How could I pretend that I didn't even know?
The end is fucking nigh and I'm ready to go
I will play the symphony that's starting the show
I will never see the light of day anymore.
Track Name: Fawkes Pt. 2
Down in the leaves, circle out of the wreath, a different needle
Open your sleeve and cleave 3 lines for Fawkes
Polish your nose if it rains from the snow, a different needle
Rust on your clothes and 3 red lines for Fawkes
The skin on my teeth has a frozen relief, a different needle
Show me your grief, and cleave 3 lines for

Fawkes

"Your treatment is all wrong!" said an injured eagle
I said "What you need is a miracle with nimble fingers."
With the lights out these stitches can be difficult!
I said "What you need is an outline..." So I cut 3 lines for

Fawkes
Track Name: 8 Blind Rats
Eight blind rats in a hole in my wall
I got provolone and havarti in the traps in the hall
Black mustard stains from 1979
Got the scarecrow in the noose hangin' from a clothesline

Cracked teeth, jester thief,
I ain't got no use for your tricks, yeah.

Tin church bells try to echo in the night
You put the priest to the left of you, and a heathen to the right
Got black rum stains and the empty bottle reverb
Well! The queen has been shot, at least that's what we've heard

Slack jaw, vulture claw
I ain't got no use for your scraps, yeah.

Well! State your case, i'm a god-fearin' man!
Got stale bread crackers, and red wine in my hand.
Got black lung pains and the lord bearin' down on me!
I'll be hangin' on up from a noose in a tree!

Black fate, 3.08
I ain't got no use for your tricks, yeah.
Track Name: Hollow-Points
"One for the road" was the last thing she said,
And the notes I took have bled blue valentines.
Under grey skies, oh the last times we spent
And the moment that you said "I'm on cloud nine"

Told you one was more enough
That didn't seem to slow you down
Falling through the leaves down to the ground

Oh my heart....oh my little suffering heart
Pounding on the walls of my ribcage
Even start, hollow-points have broke apart
Fire away, walk the plank
Shoot the scag and be done with it all

Told you one was more than enough,
That didn't seem to slow you down
Crawling through the streets is no reason to be concerned!

Hey, I'll run into your arms by the lighthouse
Hey, misty early morning, calm before the storm
And accuse me of lies!

Parachutes or a smoking gun? Your choice.
Drift away, pierce the skin, what a lovely mess we're in.
Oh so cold, yeah your lips are cracked and blue.
Blame the witch, pull the thread, and I'll tie off instead.\

Told you one was more than enough,
That didn't seem to slow you down.
Sprawled out on the sheets don't make a sound.

Told you one was more than enough,
That didn't seem to slow you down!
Bawling on my knees is none of your fucking concern!

Hey! I'll run into your arms by the lighthouse!
Hey! Misty early morning, calm before the storm
And accuse me of lies!