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about
Twas new year's morning. The sun was high in the sky, beating down on the heads of the bedraggled group of hungover dudes, chuffing back a morning durry with a beer, because nobody thought to bring water. Suddenly, a moan from across the lawn. The men turned as he crawled valiantly out of the tent, one meter, two meters. They stared in awe as he reached out, his hands trembling, the air taut with the anticipation of another step. The men willed him onwards but physics took it's toll and his arms buckled as he fell like in slow motion, crashing to the dewy lawn like a war hero at his last stand.
There he lay.
This is the tale of Cameron Brookes.
FALLSTATE is:
Kurt Hughes - Vocals
Grady Gottler - Guitar/Vocals
Tal Brink - Guitar/Vocals
Jacob Raffaelli - Bass
Blake Plester - Drums
lyrics
The man, the mystery, the myth
To pin one down is to deface his monolith
I wondered for years what he would become
Brookes-born he is the Zed-son
Under a dreaded crown,
Where his knowledge sits
Liquid presented like
“What the fuck is this? Like, What the FUCK is this?”
Choose your next words carefully
For they may be your last
(They may be your last)
Call us disciples of Cam’s town
Masters of keeping our shit down
Once we were told our fate is sealed
The line was in the sand
(The king of intoxication is here to lead the damned)
At noon, he awakens before the call,
Beer-stained proudly now watch as he falls
Spilling conspiracy to foil the man,
And enlighten the mind this was all in his plan
His presence is in all of us,
Born to consume, not wear the cost
We will never wear the cost
Choose your next words carefully
For they may be your last
(They may be your last)
Call us disciples of Cam’s town
Masters of keeping our shit down
(Chorus)
Once we were told our fate is sealed
(Told our fate is)
The line was in the sand
(The king of intoxication is here to lead the damned)
This is the tale of Cameron Brookes,
He knows not what we do,
But what we are
Choose your next words carefully
For they may be your last
Call us disciples of Cam’s town
Call us disciples of Cam’s town
We are disciples of Cam’s town
Masters of keeping our shit down
(Chorus)
I will stand by this loyalty,
For these words I’d become a martyr x4
credits
released January 1, 2020
Recorded by Tal Brink
Mixed and Mastered by Chazz at Number 8 Wire
Cover Art by Laurence Crow
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