by When Giants Fall

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The New Hard Rock
You'll probably like this if you also like:Yes, Soundgarden, The Who.

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released October 14, 2008

Bass and Vocals
- Mike Sebring
- Tim Young (Zony Mash, Thruster!, Bill Frisell)
- Chad Quist (Big Brother & The Holding Company)
- Mike Stone (Zony Mash, Peter Buck, Stone Gossard)
- Eric Eagle (Jesse Sykes and the Sweet Hereafter, Wayne Horvitz)
Hammond B-3
- Micah Hulscher (Dusty 45s, Harry James Orchestra)

Produced by
Geoff Ott/Wayne Horvitz/Scott Ross

Mastered by Barry Corliss at
Master Works in Seattle, WA



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Track Name: JOA

Looking through the windows in the ground
I see the heart but hear no sound
Reflecting skies I heard today
They say the wind about to change

It's brushing on the surface.

We put some flowers in our hair
it smells of winter in despair
Our giant armies crush and kill
They stain us all against our will


This jar of ants shakes with the sound
Of barking foxes for the crown
This fear we breed will bring us down
Spilling blood till we all drown

Brushing on the surface.

There's no one on the outside:
Track Name: Empty
Vagueness, it erupts as we begin
Sculpting our desires from communication lint
and the days of late flash and burn
Twisting from the calendar, daisy chained and tethered
just like headstones to my head

Me, I'm never coming home.

He'll never come back to empty listening to his hands say nothing.

Thoughts wander home from work
Solid blocks of logic; his round head is full of dirt
Nothing grows in this room anymore
His still hands are empty rusting red in pools of hollow

He'll never come back to empty listening to his hands say nothing.

All my memories are dropping dead,
Everything’s so heavy I can't go back to my head

Me, I'm never coming home.
He'll never make it to his head
Track Name: Straight Sun Shooter
burn hole in my head
flowers in my bed
I ate the moon instead of growing dead

shades of yellow-grey
bursting in untamed
crazy sleep I found inside the flame

straight sun shooter
don’t you turn around
straight sun shooter
don’t you turn it on

hurling toward the stars
thresholds torn apart
riding as the sun shears off it’s rays

sudden on a dream
mold growing just like greed
it's feeding every day on what we bleed

running through my head
changing words I've said
took the prize while I paid the price times ten

sun trumpets in space
come slamming in my face
while I hide behind my head this secret shade

straight sun shooter, don’t you turn around
straight sun shooter, don’t you turn it on

starlight fades to day
creeping toward the sense they made
our eyes turn to the blueshine just the same

mr. tv man
looking mighty tan
evangelizing truth; comes in a can!

straight sun shooter, don’t you turn around
Track Name: 20
Swimming in this sea of stone
Noise crushing my very bones
The tide, it rolls me to and fro
Morning work and night back home

20 is nothing.

Look beyond but the foreground tells
what 20 is, and 20 fell

20, I remember
Track Name: Pancakes on a Sunday Morning
Pancakes On A Sunday Morning

Today’s a sunny day
It's the day that you were born
With your heart and with your hands
You carry sunshine to every shore
Where every grain of sand clings to your feet for the promise of more
Shining stars all hold their breath and dance, shimmy down to the floor
Pancakes on a Sunday morning

Today's the kind of day
we hold hands all the way to the zoo
to watch the elephants counting sheep
to get to sleep to dream of you...

Warm kisses and winter nights
Spring rain and the flowers bright
Summer heat and the air won't move -
It's all hanging around for you
Pancakes on a Sunday morning (4x)
Track Name: Slide
spring so elusive
sun's playing hide and seek
little mouths, my skin screams
through dark days I let them freeze

nights breath, my only friend
spawns infection like emptiness
fading eyes go unset
coldness breeds until I forget

I'm getting harder to find
I'm slowly losing the wind
no longer willing to try
my hope is starting to slide

silence settles
to throbbing sleep
drumming butterflies mesmerize ...
through stone hands I cannot feel their dancing bodies or heartbeats

I'm getting harder to heal
I'm slowly losing the feel
no longer willing to try
my hope is starting to slide


somehow, through the earth, your silence echos;
fumes of empty words
through my ghost town;
and the passing sun set me down
Track Name: Weight
Hey wait. I've seen another place
Sitting in tandem beneath the Nebraskan plains
Where I learned from that golden world
The dangers of carrying on with measured words
right here, we're sprouting our own Hitler Youth
all of this time becomes frustrated passionless fruit


Moving away, I Doppler to clay
I'm hiding from hands that sculpted my head from my name
I spoke the language, the language hurt
Reasons and rhymes are the fingers of time that are cracking and curt
touching me, leaving me undone
me and my purple kings in my lovely dungeon


Oh great, here I am, naked and new mistakes
setting my anger against the work that it takes
to clean up the mess at the foot of my bed
claimed she was an angel but now she's dead

and purple's eating all the colors, all the others

Run and hide
Track Name: Jezebel

Tempo = 105

tied inside and the choke I can't kill
pushing the pressure to lie
and still sleep still
bind the truth unsettled
then forget and wake untethered

I'm tied to something I cant' see
doubt is treason hanging me
you argue and you plant the seed

begin, then, a thinking tree
apologies plus 1 and 6
are these foreign things?
from time to time I find myself
head hand, knee

jezebel, the sky looks blue but I can't see
what's tearing as I'm pulling free,
jezebel, I thought we had a story to tell..

Gifts of arms draw me in
peaceful as the angels cradle
tattooed on your shoulder,
disguising a pushing hand

jezebel it's been so long since I could breath
and I tried today but couldn't see
your bloody knees and heart that fell
asking for the hand you held while pushing me jezebel.

focus on the forward inches
remaking all these moments
draped and loosely wrapped to treat these sick feats
undone, mistrust blessed my tongue

It's you & me, jezebel
you're in me now, jezebel

wrapped in wires I can't see
is it you or is it me?

jezebel, you've got a heart but still you make me bleed