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Thirteen Winters and a Spring

by Acid Sommelier

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1.
Traitors 11:26
traitors, of human potential bringers of the coming flood to your dead gods reverential you would leave us mired in mud what is the word for those who rob the future to pay for a wretched past? what is the word for what we're going to do to you when we all come around at last? hey-ho, the carrion crow ashes to ashes, dust to dust before i join the worm and the mold i will see your body grow cold and rotting in the fecund earth traitors, of human potential kaisers, autocrats and tsars to your dead gods reverential you would deny us the stars what is the word for those who rob the future to pay for a wretched past? what is the word for what we're going to do to you when we all come around at last? hey-ho, the carrion crow ashes to ashes, dust to dust before i join the worm and the mold i will see your body grow cold and rotting in the fecund earth
2.
Aniara 08:16
loss of light broke our minds thus in boundless black, our home behind us the harbor, just a thing of lore onward we ride, through eternal space in senseless blank, there is no trace of where we fought the war even tears bear no relief and worse: borne away by grief our goddess is no more there is no return to what we have destroyed there is no return from the endless void the ship is cold, the lights grow dim even the cults have ceased their hymns the cosmic wastes are all we know and Isagel, that splendid mind to her demon she resigned and went where none can go our tragedy is done. in insensate silence we drift, compelled by unseen guidance from nothing to nowhere we flow there is no return to what we have destroyed there is no return from the endless void
3.
We dig through piles of garbage looking for fragments of the stars We manufacture our own reason and cover up our own scars And in the end, what does it matter? no one cares about us anyway waste no time looking for the little sheep who've gone astray Staying out of sight is our only virtue don't trouble the minds of the men with gold But if you find the dream's deserted you you can find it here, here's where it's sold Down here, in my laboratory i work to widen cracks I distill my resentments i formulate my attacks And so in forgotten places underpasses and vacant lots The zombie virus claims its victims the soul of life slowly rots Staying out of sight is our only virtue don't trouble the minds of those with gold But if you find the dream's deserted you you can find it here, here's where it's sold sex and drugs and rock and roll
4.
remember the quiet fields remember sunlight through the trees remember the feel of grass and its scent, carried by the breeze remember serenity, white clouds and our sport of giving names to their shapes the taste of fruit, the sound of water in the days before the dragons escaped forget the ferocious thrashing nightmares escape forget the inconsolate wrenching despair escape leave it all behind convulsing torment escape remember music and the first light at daybreak remember sand and shore and the waves on the lake remember the greenhouse and the plants from that landscape remember games and the sound of laughing before the dragons escaped forget the ferocious thrashing nightmares escape forget the inconsolate wrenching despair escape leave it all behind convulsing torment escape (from 'The Song of the Happy Shepherd' By William Butler Yeats) "But O, sick children of the world Of all the many changing things In dreary dancing past us whirled To the cracked tune that Chronos sings" go now, off to your dreams let the past be done a trickle in a stream in a river in a flood and through winter's bite though the frost will cling we will stay here waiting for the spring

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Stay strong out there, everyone. Don't give up.

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released May 10, 2020

Horace: Guitars, basses, synths and vocals
Cannabot: Drums and percussion

cover image courtesy of Idun Umbra

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Acid Sommelier Portland, Oregon

A post-doom outfit currently sheltering in place in Portland, Oregon. We play weddings, funerals, bar/bat mitzvahs, you name it.

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