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The Tower of Flints

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Lemme tell you about a guy I knew Used to be a friend of mine He was a good old boy from the good old days He was a stubborn old bird set in his ways He was a flower child in a patch of weeds A tough nut to crack in a row of bad seeds Do you have any final words Before the last handful of dirt But the penultimate surprise there’s nothing left to eulogize Disjointed…appointed simalcrum of simalcrumbum Kettle calling kettle Black as black no turning back Annoyed android Clone of a clone, a drone’s drone All your life you’ve been waiting to Fill in this hole with this jellied soul Funeral for an imaginary Rabbit Innocence lost was piece by piece That’s how the gentle sweet pet became the Slouching Beast Now the call of the night he can’t resist How to prove a point to someone who don’t exist Caught in a trap there's no turning back carrots dangling we all want the same thing?? Rabbit Reborn Bunny born again Once young, once dumb, the son is ever your fulcrum, must die, goodbye, time to lay to rest the little guy Where was his promise all squandered in the street No hero’s journey in his pride and conceit A looping line now that the course was ran He’s ending up almost where he began oh yea Funeral for an imaginary rabbit
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Beneath the ivy lies the Gate with the Silver Key Where the noisesome abyss swirls beyond your mundane dreaming A perfume breeze, so fair it seems Exhaling from a black maw, forever swallowing Through the gate with the silver key Many travelers have come in their desperate seeking The distant lands glimpsed in strangest dreams Half remembered snatches of mumbled poetry And each must pick their way through the beaks of sharp rock the crags bared like fangs; needling the sky And silent the lands- but for the whisper of leathery wings Glimpse the golden towers and high palisade The sweeping lines, polished and wide winding ways, A vision in green and gold Amongst the deep and fathomless shadow Still they reach, they crawl, towards that festering void And the Night Gaunts feed upon the vessel forlorn, and yet they strive until the vision fades, and the gate, the palisades, give way to the eyeless husk of a shadowed face The Night Gaunts fly through the tumultuous gales of the void desert of dreams- and no hopes spring Eternal the cries of despair will ring! Beneath the ivy lies the gate with the Silver Key and there beyond loom the walls of the city of dreams, Enter there but with a warning- you enter the Night Gaunt's Lair The wide avenues are empty and bare- empty and bare...
3.
The hope, the hype, projections of heroic strength The highlights, the bright lights, the thin veneer of calm Beauty and wisdom, skin deep or misunderstood The limits of endurance, break before the brotherhood The pride, the fall (the fall from grace), from those Olympian heights The Wax wings, the choking, suspended animation All those brave words echoing in your ears But beneath the harsh lights exposed the fear dust off your halo, plastic crown of thorns your eyes are pained, oh that’s real wrap yourself in your tattered rags head hung low, weep, oh humiliation Leave it all on the field of play You will live to fight another day What does it matter what all the people say They will still line up to pay… "I’m just here so I won’t get fined" I’m doing fine oh got mine, don’t owe you a fucking thing Fallen, headlong, subdued and broken willed shattered, humbled discouraged and unfulfilled pierced, stabbed with pangs of burning regret tattooed in patterns of the shame that you can’t forget to the victor the spoils, the vanquished to the rubbish bin Would the wine of victory ever taste as sweet without the bitter bile of certain defeat?
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Fourth Rider 02:34
5.
Recitation Seven shelves of burnt volumes Poets of ashen pages, Ember words of the burning sages A thousand histories, a thousand dooms Overgrown and empty rooms A father’s love and studied virtue A daughter’s neglected secret world Tender words can find no perch here Dust will settle over each endearment And the stones will endure I am the Death Owl in the Tower of Flints "This... is my hour The hour of my reincarnation This is my glory – you must go away" The white silence was terrible White with the bodies of the circling owls The Tower, the pines, the corpse, the moon At the time eaten opening at the base of The Tower of Flints Recitation
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I searched for many years alone amongst the barren lands and you were with me all that time only thoughts of you could ease my mind (and my hunger...) at every crossroads I searched the signs under strange stars and stranger shrines each night as I lay dreaming down I dream of offerings on the burial mounds Callipygian Hunger the last lust left me cold swaying in the gallow breeze hissing through your red teeth ill wind unfold extinguishing the candle that I lit for you I searched until the bottle's dry until I could not remember why From the darkness, I saw a blinding flash I heard that thundering crack and I saw the reddened gash in the embers I saw your likeness - I heard the whispers in the hills in the ash - at dusk I felt the autumn chills I marched upon the pavement footsore, friendless and alone Suspicion, contempt, and avarice met me at each pave stone Many regrets have I for the want of shelter from cold I carved your face upon my flesh to recall the warmth of old Warmth of old- Hearth so cold- this heart of stone bleeds on the blinding flash - the reddened gash- the wounds are opening in a raging torrent, the flood washed me away so far the blackness of the new moon reveals my wandering star SHELTER - FROM COLD - BEGGAR- CHOKEHOLD ALL SORTS- SOUP STONE- JEAN SHORTS - MARROW BONES ahh the memories of my shame fades I'm here with my new friends who don't know my name I will leave come first light at break of day if only I could remember the way?? COLD HEARTH - DEAD EARTH - LIFE'S WORK - KNEE JERK FIRST TIME -NOOSE RHYME - STONE'S THROW- WHERE CAN I EVER GO I came to a place as cold and white as bone to find your name finally writ in stone I lay myself down next to thee this is as close to your side as I will ever be Callipygian Hunger the last lust left me cold swaying in the gallow breeze hissing through your red teeth ill wind unfold extinguishing the candle that I lit for you and as the shadows grow, my eyelids sink down low no longer scanning the horizon as my vision fades and my searching cease I am home at last, in a lasting peace...
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Dusk - at the last light emerge the parasite Now comes the worm invasion you can't satiate them they feast upon your feces they are the dominant species wriggling around your anus as if to say "you can't contain us" Sensation which controls us and cause schizoid psychosis You must clean every surface your poor hygiene deserves this spewing eggs by the thousand when they peak out your south end wash bedclothes and what you've worn; don't shake it! The eggs are airborne wash your hands motherfucker! dusk - at the last light emerge the parasite Suprise! Its the worms again you thought your ordeal was at an end No! Those bastard nematodes feel like the size of a garden hose Fuck! They just keep coming back until you learn just how to attack them- Papaya, carrots, and oil of cocoa- extract of wormwood, how apropos! now comes the worm invasion you can't satiate them they feast upon your feces they are the dominant species wriggling around your anus as if to say you can't contain us! Sensation which controls us and cause schizoid psychosis

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Composed and recorded in the Miserable Year 2020 by Nicholas Sarcophagus at Husk and Cob Studios in Austin Texas.

Mixing on Fourth Rider and Lair of the Night Gaunt by db. All mastering by db at Euphoriadic Studios. Emotional support by db.

Special thanks to db at Euphoriadic studios for the hard work and tireless effort to put this together, without which this would still be mired in the slurm of despondency!

Normal thanks to: Breno of Undergrounded, Owvbics, Sarah Allen Reed, Joe and Jan of Necropanther, Allen and Tofu of Mefitis, Sean of Gates to the Morning, Nikita of Svn Eater, Calin and Trevor of Putrescine, Clay and Ross of Nexusnul, Espi Kvlt of like eleventy billion bands, One man band army: Adzes, Revered and Reviled Above All Others (Asswipe Doom- downgraded to 2 man band status as of now), Rage of Devils, Kuru,Astral Slaughter, Odin's Goat, The Sun Came Up Upon the Left, Dreamhaunt, Shrieking, Stormland, Jangel the pretty good, and all my anti-hate homies up on the Horrible Bird Website. Whoever I forgot you know I luh ya

Thanks to Mom and Dad, And of course Kerry and Vivien, my love eternal.

This work is dedicated in loving memory of Matt Boattini gone these 14 long years.

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released August 7, 2020

All words, music, and recording Nicholas Sarcophagus
Mixing on Fourth Rider and Lair of the Night Gaunt by db at Euphariadic Studios
Mastering by db at Euphoriadic Studios
Album Art by Sarah Allen Reed www.sarahallenreed.com
Drainbow Logo by Owvbics @owvbics on ig

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drainbow Austin, Texas

Drainbow is the brainchild of Nicholas Sarcophagus, a multi-instrumentalist and composer currently residing in Austin Texas. Mr. Sarcophagus arose from the hollers and backwoods of Appalachia and learned his craft in the rehearsal rooms and weird streets of West Baltimore. He developed and honed his rock and roll drinking problems in Athens, Georgia. ... more

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