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Cutoff (Split)

by An Historic

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I want something great Instead of the lukewarm life of Day old coffee Sad attempts at negotiation Talk like we’re crossing oceans But we can’t swim this pond Thought I gave it all I had Didn’t notice the camera pull back And reveal my futility Trying to hold up a pillar When a building collapses around me. But it seemed like a good idea at the time Tried to take control dabbled in some magicks beyond my scope and bandaging wounds that need air navigate places aetheric all over my head. But it seemed like a good idea at the time Will I will myself to higher mountains? Stay at a job til it’s all that I know? Or struggle through crippling bouts of everything, Waiting for the change that will make me whole? I don't know where to look.
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Your family's mouths are spitting tiny brimstone pebbles in every panic-struck direction every fresh uncertainty leaves us with no choice but packing up three years of weighted memories in a van with perfect strangers trying to get ahead of the mob I realize that we forgot your mother's bracelet when it became too late to change our ways to be accepted into the kingdom now the clock in the dashboard flies toward me like these endless yellow lines---- A road that carries endless futures down the way a throne inhabited by tyrants, cruelest sentiments we've got to hope my engine will hold til the border so we can prove they don't exist. I want nothing more than to drive this flaming car into the Station where the floodgates hold back People looking for a break But these dogs don’t look too friendly And these cops have assumptions And I’ve got dreams to keep me going, through holding and interrogation But we’re not held too long, we talk real nice And wash our faces with bottled water Keep our stories straight and pass this nervous test As we drive away the mob streams in One thousand bodies crush this barricade.
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Skies Denied 03:36
We sit across the room in deepest water pressure staring back through miles of history that we tried to navigate we made the map in a classroom cut each clue in tiny chairs with giant scissors threw them like bones upon a square of asphalt we received images of our deaths wandering toward the corners holding on to hope in barren lands until the final moment and then we opened our eyes and we denied that we were dreaming it all felt so close to home resigned to drowning out at sea I swam by reefs, I ran through forests fed on bones and ashes And skies denied of stars Always chasing opportunities For answers quicker and more empty Than our hearts right now Let someone get joy Out of their watching every Stumbled drunken step towards, or away. Escorted by devils on both shoulders Tell me just another mile Every mile that I go
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Spiders 04:00
(c)1998 System of a Down.
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it's that time of day when the bombs decide to fall in the light from their burst you can see reflections of the city on a crawling slick of oil on the ground day in and day out we repeat this test wait for the volley to end and we can search these spineless buildings for supplies to last another week one morning you declare that you are sick of end of the world routines, it's like having a job we didn't wait this long to be slaves to people we can't see We've got friends on an island somewhere north of here we take the salvaged truck to try and catch a ferry, catch a break and catch a possibility. if the paper was on fire would you still write on it maybe you’d find something a little more permanent we're just a couple of young fools drawing on each other's skin to commemorate the beginning of the end left home, searching round the bend for chapters that are yet to come It's gotta be better than waiting for the bombs. This record began with fragments on your neck An image from before we couldn’t let it go I steadied my hand, washed the dirt from your skin It was a morning two days after I arrived We listened to the radio and it Told us tension troops amassing borders are your nightmares And two strangers embraced in the parking lot that night I think the street was watching through their Windows; hours later, the first bomb exploded. In sterile moments we etched chapters, images Chronology of cataclysmic Moments we had wanted, and now we’re not so sure I think this meditation brings me peace of mind, But that’s another story for another time.
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about

These songs were all born somewhere between Brattleboro, VT and
Halifax, NS on a tour with Mallory (R.I.P./Long Live). It was my first
tour ever and it was good to share it with such a crew, but it
also gave me a ton to think about, some of which these songs were
written to address. I wrote and recorded the skeletons of these really
fast, then let them stew for while and finally came back to them early last December. I tried to get back to basics but still ended up with songs I can’t really perform solo, with one exception. In looking back at them, the lyrics hit some kind of apocalyptic chord that constantly resonates with me. Cud’s last album, Fiver’s Warning, made me feel about the same way, some combination of melancholy, paranoid and relaxed that is doomed to be my life. Seemed like a natural fit.

Thanks to: Cud for enabling me, Niko for geeking out with me about Philip Glass, Mallory for playing along with me on tour and champagning the pain away, Haley for being an awesome tour buddy, everybody at the Roarphanage for putting us up/up with us and organizing a great fest, Halifax the city for being the backdrop of a really compelling nightmare about the apocalypse, Mogli and Story for getting me to think about hows and whys of writing songs on the accordion, Rowan for some real nerdy chats about songwriting in general, and anyone who lent me their ears during the super tedious mixing process (during which I realized I am terrible at mixing.)

These songs recorded between June 20th-30th on various pianos at the Neighborhood Music School in New Haven, CT, with additional recording done between December 2nd and 5th in my DEN of SORROW, New Haven, CT.

for more info visit anhistoricmusic.blogspot.com or email weillwedance@gmail.com

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released October 7, 2011

Adam Matlock - Piano, Vocals, Accordion, weird production.


Tracks 1-3, 5 by Adam Matlock
Track 4 by System of a Down (Tankian/Malakian, shhhhh!!)

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The home for the music of Adam Matlock, his songwriting alias An Historic, and his electronic project GZARA (fka G. Zarapanecko).

All music composed by Adam Matlock unless otherwise indicated. For all related projects, visit adammatlock.bandcamp.com

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