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Wicked Threads

by HTSOB

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1.
Tribute 09:01
The elders gather in the fall Pay tribute to the dead prepared for burial No bended knee No king above me No priest contrived to hold us down No genuflection We stand unbound None self-ordained to wear a crown The day’s long path wound into night Old stories say the hunger's flames were set alight And fallow fields long left behind The ancient journeys carried in our mind And thanks we give for harvest grain We tied together in both triumph and in pain No bended knee No king above me No priest contrived to hold us down No genuflection We stand unbound None self-ordained to wear a crown Below the mountain spilling fire Ancestral revelry, voices raised choir And at this crossroads did so build This city’s walls, and fields equally we tilled And so united do we strive Only as equals will we prosper and survive No bended knee We stand unbound None self-ordained to wear a crown
2.
Silhouette 09:02
Everyone falls back holding their own Gimmie your hand Takin’ the high road leads us down Bringin’ their people to the attack Shots from the trees Wave upon wave come crashing round Remember your silhouette lit from the back Heat from the flame Hearing our children cry your name Is there anyone let to call to While ash falls from the sky They say there’s just one price for heaven Crosses burning in their eyes Come from a distant poisonous place Carrying plague To land and to nations laying waste Arriving to conquer, steal, and destroy Men of the cloth Killing the women and children first Carry our dead and wash them clean Ritual chanting Bearing our burden to the grave Free Is there anyone left to call to While ash falls from the sky They say there’s just one price for heaven Crosses burning in their eyes If hands are for giving But they take instead Then we’re left with nothing at all But sickness in our heads If it’s built on ashes Then it will fall down And all the corpses you climbed Will be a grave into which you are bound Is there anyone left to call to While ash falls from the sky They say there’s just one price for heaven With a cross marked where you lie Arriving they conquer steal and destroy Men of the faith Killing the women and children first Come from a distant poisonous place Bearing a plague To land and to nations laying waste Carry our dead and wash them clean Ritual chanting Bearing their burden to the grave Free Bringin’ their people to the attack Shots from the trees Wave upon wave come crashing round Remember your silhouette lit from the back Heat from the flame Hearing our children cry your name
3.
Call out to no one Nowhere to go Reach out for the switch, but it’s the light That leads us down to the darkness below They fucked with all our heads Told us all that we thought we know You loved the prison guards Who said you could come or go Those days of comfort died And in shadows are disposed Your best friends all are dead And the mills long ago have closed Wicked Threads they are woven Pullin’ teeth through the cloth Wrap your rust belt blanket around All the ghosts of the life that you lost Keep one red eye open Search the signs for the truth Throw away anything you remember Cause it’s not gonna be any use You’re paranoid You’re indisposed The needle’s in Your mind is closed Your best friends all are dead And the mills long ago have closed Your best friends all are dead And the mills long ago have closed Your best friends all are dead And the truth of the pills exposed Your best friends all are dead And the mills long ago have closed

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released March 20, 2020

Recorded in 2019 in Oakland, CA at Sharkbite and Giant Headroom, Portland, OR at Wrong Way Recording and Everything Hz, and Boston, MA at Pressed to Death by Billy Anderson, Paul Kott, Rob Wrong, and John Brookhouse. Mixed at Everything Hz by Billy Anderson. Produced by Billy Anderson, Paul Kott, and HTSOB

HTSOB on this EP were:
Russ Kent: Vocals
Pamela Ausejo: Lead/rhythm guitar/backup vocals
Paul Kott: Lead/rhythm guitar
Billy Anderson: Bass/ebow
Eric Rancourt: Drums
Bryce Shelton: Synth, organ, keyboard

Guest performances by:
Matt Pike: Lead guitar
Rob Wrong: Lead guitar
John Brookhouse: Lead guitar
Julie Kane: Tambourine

Painting: Stash
Layout: Mark Reategui

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