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Holy Gloom

by Cloud Caverns

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1.
Spoils 04:00
Of all the toils, and all the spoils you would spread And every speech that you would dread in front of crowds, or in your bed late at night, rehearsing all those silly fights. Every argument a light to the candle in your head. And you are stronger than you know Each road lined with black top's paved with gold If you'd just travel it, And just for once don't mind your funds or how you'd like to eat just once this week or this month. Ain't it funny how our dreams are all laid out? but life gets in the way, so we live on day to day. I guess I'm stronger than I know and each stage is stained with gold Each silver microphone couldn't say What I want to say, What I need to say, What I've gotta say. All the times you were exposed, stripped bareback naked in a field of eyes Alone but for your pen, for your friends, for your sins I guess I'm stronger than I know and each stage is stained with gold Each silver microphone couldn't say What I want to say, What I need to say, What I've gotta say.
2.
when the wolves came down, came down, down to ground. and the corporate ladder fell rung by rung. and the businessmen went south like birds on clouds flocking for the warmth old money brings. making worlds go round on silver strings. making heads go round 'til we believe . we dig each day and pray we strike gold. we curse at clouds above and dirt below. we fight for our beliefs, but we've no proof all we've ever known has any truth. making worlds go round on silver strings making heads go round 'til we believe it's the air and chill that first light brings and the red sun shining for tomorrows heat milked for what it's worth not much else, but gold a desert king or queen beautiful and old. making worlds go round on silver strings making heads go round 'til we believe it's the air and chill that first light brings and the red sun shining for tomorrows heat
3.
there was a time when the old folks all died, and their love and their labor paved the way for youth, not saviors. now we're blue, so black and blue, red with anger too, and flushed with all you counted on. now is the time for old grapes to change to wine. mashed and battered by resilience of old ideals and turpintine. soaked to bone and all alone in a tomb not meant for life- not anymore. some old harlot queen- rows of rotten teeth a colossus king- sedentary. headstones in line, graveyard vines tangled entwine all the men who made this city, before it was our time stone by stone, and brick by brick straw by straw and stick by stick wolves blew it down.. the sermon rings out true for all the sad ones in the room while the happy think of life beyond that same old holy gloom hands to god, and far beyond the pulpit all their eyes and ears are so damn focused on some old harlot queen- rows of rotten teeth a colossus king- sedentary was it God, or just a man? who came 'round the town again, again was it God, or just a man?
4.
we post to prove we are alive, a pulse that thinks and feels and thrives with waves unseen from t.v. screens depression under power lines iron city's blacksmith lies between the peaks and in due time we know we're doomed, a black cloud is blooming. through cover ups and stained glass lies the city rises higher, higher towards the sky.. towards the light.. and sugar creek is overflown, it's substance shows it's lacking anything worth fighting for, no purpose for a war. worship pills and your purpose is your profit worship bills and smoke disease is for the poor famine, flood, and so much more disease is for the poor famine, drugs, and urban wars stay away from our sight from our ears and from our mind disease is for the poor famine, flood, and so much more
5.
Caribou 02:53
when there's love, we'll show it true when frustration shines on through we know it'll go away where were you when I needed you? ten years ago I was feeling blue bellicose, it went away I come home and I wait for you to howl above the stairs and break on through like you just won the lottery of endless bones and broken wistful dreams now alive, til tomorrow comes and I will carry you when the sun shines through the moon still I will carry you, caribou. our little family so finely tuned no little sticks or stones to tend a bruise or a break, not today when i'm tired from a long, hard day you are there to help me shake it off, and embrace the night
6.
2:05 03:35
I recall the haze on fire, all the embers as streetlights line the avenue, I recall a smile from a ghost who didn't quite know it yet. I recall the sidewalk cracks, and averted eyes juggling a three year gap with too many words to say and none at all, it's all the same. I recall your voice shooting ridicule jesting obscene gestures at the man himself black and white days summon reddish sun rays to burn out the dead grass and cracked withered hay I recall most of all an outpour, an outcry the day we heard the news. I recall a stillness one sticky night, when the bad beat out the good and all was sullen, all was ruined, all was bruised I recall the last time we spoke and you had me rolling in reminisce, your eyes and mouth told a different story, I guess. if only I could see through your skin, through your soul, determine what was sinking in would you still live on, would you not be gone? if we'd take off our masks for one second and see eye to eye like most men can would there be a parade, a machine for some martyr like you who lost grasp of his dream?
7.
Desert Kings 03:44
a carbon copy of old kings who bathe in riches. a feather dipped in ink for all of the wrong reasons. there's no use to breathe when the air's breathed by the heir of thieves milked for what it's worth: not much else, but gold. a desert king or queen: beautiful and old. there's no use to be a book drawn up by the likes of me why are you not scared? what makes you feel so free? why are you not scared like me? why are you not scared? what makes you feel so free? why are you not scared of me?
8.
Zachary 03:37
all the good you could've known, about a world you'd barely roamed for two long years, or twenty moons. the ink on photographs run dry, like tears on cheeks from daddy's eye and maybe someday soon you'll reconnect, some time. in a perfect life, we might reunite and the birds will sing, zachary. in a perfect life along cosmic light we might wish on stars together, zachary. ornaments don't look the same this year passing cars don't sound the same anymore snow falls down, and it rains and hails sunshine never looks the same anymore in a perfect world, we will all unite take back our sons and take back your rights in a perfect life, they would be here now and all of us would be together but that's not the way the world spins so we'll wait here, zachary
9.
Little Life 03:12
the static spreads, reveals the moon dangling high from tiny spools stretched tight like wires, but deep down in grooves. a puzzled frame without the glue an earthquake sounds and shakes the room the pieces fall, stay stuck by glass. where the cold sleeps & the warmth moves. where the cold sleeps & the warmth moves. the dunes part ways and skylines fall, dirt and dust made of us all, dirt and dust and devil's breath. brought me to you, and us to death. dirt and dust and devil's breath, brought me to you and us to our debts. where the cold sleeps & the warmth moves. where the cold sleeps & the warmth moves. and there's no other way I'd want to live, than on your heels through all of this. to watch the chaos pass on by, and to create - as our own creation coincided. leave those petty wars, and callous cries for that little life we always needed. where family trumps the nine-to-fives, no matter cause of any kind, I'd always choose your side. I'd always choose your side.
10.
patiently you sat, and you listened, and you cried of what beauty I had made. and I said “don’t be sad, I’m just tryin’ to be uplifting, but it all comes out wrong in such a pessimistic way.” maybe life’s not all that bad, maybe life’s not all that sad anymore. patiently you sat by the steeple and you prayed for all that’s good to come your way. but with arms folded tight you missed all of the handouts. with your head facing down, and your ears all clogged up. maybe life ain’t all that bad, maybe life’s not all that sad anymore. patiently you took to the streets, and you fought for what was yours and what was mine. and they said “Kid, grow up, this ain’t time to be messin’”, we’re all serious in some narcissistic, sad sarcastic way. maybe life ain’t all that bad, maybe life’s not all that sad anymore. money grows on family trees, and the likelihood of livelihood does fade. but each awful song or album each lyric never listened is outweighed by a day just like today.
11.
Wick & Flame 04:25
dry leaves on the flame we're all going out of style again and all of our friends are dead to us that dot in the sky do you think, there's someone there? looking back at us, don't be scared. you're a wick and a flame for all I know, just burnin' away ice turns to snow snow turns to rain don't be afraid, we're going away you'll never come home, never return and never be late look at the pond here by the boat six silhouettes, totally alone with a world of our own and no bills to pay a reminder above, our old ways all those things we did for our ourselves.. so, snow turns to rain don't be afraid, we're going away you'll never go home, never return and never be late son, make love from that hate you've built inside the four walls you made throw dead leaves into the flame, a brand new stage.
12.
silver strings make the world go round or so it seems, in it's right place in its right place. corporate king, with his money bags and his rings he'll spit on you for a penny or a price, just to sleight you graveyard vines, tangle / entwine you the men who built his fortune up up and away through wick and flame the skies look grey up and away a desert king on silver strings today silver strings make your head go round or so it seems, in it's right place in its right place your brain is on the dime of some suit behind the sky coding your thoughts through this life up and away through wick and flame the future's grey up and away a desert king on silver strings today
13.
I can't be what you want me to be patriarch of the family tree I can't see what you want me to see stuck with these thoughts I've held since birth stung by sentiment and a poor choice of words written in the form of sung verse. and I can't rehearse when I'm whispering the words to the songs that unite us and the songs that destruct ten years down the road, what do you see? some old resevoir dried up and cleaned I won't let that happen to me remember when we, we were kings? for that one night before the scene squeezed out all that was left to squeeze no I can't reverse when I've written the words to the songs that unite us and the ones that destruct.
14.
I guess it's over now, ten years of sound all drowned out by the flood of life and passing crowds didn't help but to dig the knife in, I'm moving south where I can clear my head awhile And see the stars and see the sky on summer nights and iron city will succumb to us tonight and all you love will disappear by morning light all the paper reads are unfamiliar headlines all the trees and all their leaves will change in due time I am overwhelmed.. that's what you say about the way that I look now. but I'm so sick and tired of everybody knowing just what's best for me, what to believe as if my own thoughts, were wiped clean when I dropped from class and tore down the cross. and iron city will succumb to us tonight and all you love will disappear by morning light all the paper reads are unfamiliar headlines everything you see will be mistaken for a good sign. the oceans breeze will call you home, but no we won't go the wind will taunt you to leave, but no I don't think so we'll trade the deep blue sea for green as far as eyes can see we'll trade our comfort for the iron city. and trade our tattered clothes for those without a seam. and trade our skin for hardened bark off the oak trees. and wear it's moss and always look north, and always look home. to where your ma and where your pa, they miss you so. to where you learned of all of your wrongs and all of your rights back on greenlawn ave. through all those snowy nights, unwrapping gifts to shape your future and your life although you didn't even know it at the time. go trade your comfort for the iron city, go trade your comfort for the city, and make it home. go trade your comfort for the iron city, go trade your comfort for the city, and make it home.

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All songs written, performed, engineered, and mixed by Brandon Peterson and Dan Bouza @ Steamwalker Studio in East Islip, New York, Vudu Studio in Port Jefferson, NY, and Tone House Studios in West Babylon, NY.

Additional tracking done at Applejuicemagic Studios in Wantagh, NY.
Additional editing by Jon Streker.

Album Artwork by AJ Estrada @ Applejuicemagic.com

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These songs would not exist in their current form without the help of our extremely talented band and friends. They helped shape and mold some shaky demos into something all of us can be proud of.

Justin Peterson - Drums on tracks 1, 2, 4, 6, 9, 10, 11, 13, 14.
AJ Estrada - Bass on tracks 1, 2, 11, 12, 14.
Dylan Perrillo - Upright Bass on track 6.
Mike Alessi - Vocals on track 1.
Kaitlyn Raitz - Cello on track 1.
Ben Plotnick - Violin on track 1.

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released June 17, 2016

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