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Deep Sea Cavalry

by Deep Sea Cavalry

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1.
They say “These works of art can't build your Noah's ark or drain away the flood or brighten the dark so you might as well give in.” Well yes sir I see, certainly what they must mean, but me and you and us and them are free, to just sit and stare... cause we don't care. You search for enough, finding it rough... for the sake of the sea... you're tryin' to drown me. So it'll be in this here hierarchy, climbing downward escalators stepping through the soothsayers... who've been blown apart. "Bring out your dead to the horse-drawn cart." But no sir we're in some sort of Noah's ark looking close for mountains in the sea. We hope they're there and you're wrong, and nothing like all these here siren songs, filling ears with fear and we just don't belong to your barbarian horde... it just makes us bored.
2.
“Left right left right except for wrong n' right keep on keep on marching! Dole que don't step on my shoe give us more then we'll lock the door progress forward progress forward. shut your mouth now don't you say a word dogma is our mantra have you heard?” But then but then it cries out “don't leave me behind!” “how'd you how'd you become so oh so so unkind?” “wake up wake up the clocks will run the trains will come the rain will fall wake up wake up the stocks will rise the pains will numb the winds will blow” but you say “Stop go, stop go divide it up and parse and show hide it from them hide it from all them don't ask we will tell rest assured you will be compelled to listen closely do what you're told if you don't listen you'll be bought and sold do what I say you'll be worth your weight in gold.”
3.
There are words you cannot hear they fall apart before your ears disintegrating complicating things. If they would reach your ears for hearing then I'd be understood more clearly but they ricochet, they're ones of love and hate you'll have to guess which. Whats become of the words I've spoken found wanting or lost in the open? The five senses seem to leave us needing yet this is all we have. There's no closure for us to have no bold convictions that won't drive me mad for brevity's sake and for give and take I should just quit. But there are folks who'll listen so closely and pad my walls to keep my head from exploding so why can't I be satisfied with them and not you. What exactly do we want to be hearing grinding gear or the crowds a cheering? The five senses seem to have left us needing but this is all we have.
4.
Changes of the harshest fastest kind came sweeping through our lives with an engraved invite. So coat all the fixtures gilded gold and be so sure to sell yourself and call it breaking molds. Wasted time within your clutches, undermined by bombs in bunches, miles high they explode it all away. Cause you saw me with bells a ringing, now you see red and I am singing, the bees of life are softly stinging you. Somewhere we will not be afraid. Somewhere there are words left to be said. Under the elephant barricade in the middle of the room it seems his bed is made. Open up the world we go into it is not the same one as for me as it is for you. Yours is one of need and mood and plight it rings of flowers blossoming and dieing in the night. Wasted time within your clutches, undermined by bombs in bunches, miles high they explode it all away, You saw me with bells a ringing, now you see red and I am singing, the bees of life are softly stinging you.
5.
I took on the weight of the world; bucklin' my knockin' knees. The least of these put my arms unfurled but it came down and crushed me. I took on the hateful big man; bosses which control you. Fickle and splitting those hairs he raised himself to lower you. Was it the weight of the least of these or my willingness or my energies? Was it the inner folk's talk that stopped or the weight of the shame that I could give no more? I fell from a foothold so high; tumbling down hierarchies. The bottom soon impeded my flight, how it deaf dumb and blinded me. At the top of that was a robber baron, at the bottom was the people. He don't see and he don't even care how he don't believe he's evil.
6.
Clocks ticking in the night as we are thinking time is ticking. Clocks ticking on our boat we all start drinking as we are sinking. Clocks ticking in our minds about our lives we've tried and tried. Stop tricking me to try and fail. Oh why oh why oh why? Rocks rolling avalanching as we stare blankly time is passing. Rocks smashing blood is gashing all the while I look dashing. Where rocks they fall people are massing huddled grasping soon to die. Crashing right into our eyes as we are blind. Oh why oh why? When the world sank out from under and the sea cried why oh why? We let go of all our plunder and let oceans steal our sight. Underneath and overhead these crowns keep floating off our heads. We ignore all of what was said with hopes we shall be heard instead. And when the sinking day is done we have learned nothing not a one for what purpose has this race been run, it's all in vain.
7.
Wellspring 04:21
Falling down a well. Is it a wishing well? It seems to be as deep oh deep oh as I keep just a sinking through the air. Is it some great oh great abyss? Or some sort of place to place your wish? Oh man oh man oh day oh either way I hope I found out when I'm there. Falling or flying? I'm trying to know the difference. On the way down, look what I've found, all those things that we want here's where they went to. Then there came a flood all up from up from underneath. It hit me in the face and put me in my place a place way up from way down here. It turned into a spring I'm wondering what love it will bring what can it can it be? I can't wait and see I hope I know it when it's here.
8.
Subtle ways have fallen through. The skyscrapers have fallen too. Feel the difference as we witness how that wicked witch has hindranced me and you. Call forth the forced sad goodbyes. Call back your dogs and so will I. And tightly to the quickness filling voids of unknown thickness we will bind. All underneath the labyrinth of our wicked ways we have this thing that shines. It's all moldy and forsaken but it cannot be mistaken just for spite. Sordid pasts will fall away with knockin' doors at ends of days. And probably our hatred'll get enveloped by the waiting it'll fade. Meaning this is meaningless. What the hell is the point of this? Oh, it's all for the point of prowess, how they see us. Oh yeah how could we forget? And these actions overtake us later on they rightly break us with regret. We're just wasting our emotions with these vague and listless motions of our fists.
9.
As the self it questions, “Who the hell are we here? Half of us, might be pirate scoundrels whom we ignore and blame yet fear. Persuading us with their hooks and sabers won't we 'just join their side?' but we feel that we don't belong here as though we are the real traitors and spies.” Highs and lows highs and lows highs and lows highs and lows! Right and wrong right and wrong right and wrong right and wrong! Humble down homunculous or we all will die just a meaningless death. A meaningless life you've so far lead... cause if you think you're the king, you'll end up dead. And the sea got rough then it came over our ship's sides. Our little room took on water and then split open wide. And we grabbed ahold then of all those pieces of the prow. Thank God we floated onward while all our pirates drowned.
10.
Dinner Bell 03:28
But this is not your dinner bell! This is not your green pocket lining. It doesn't even wish you well but it's new...and it's beautiful. It will breath when you exhale. It will make up for your misgivings. It is not something that is for sale but it's right...and you should leave it well alone! And when the time it will come this here thing will grow larger. At that point we succumb to the hatreds of our fathers. We'll adopt and ascend to all the things they before despised, and ridicule all of them who dare question our meteoric rise. This might be your stick or carrot it could be your wanting or wanted but it and you will never fail you have merged... and it's curious. Latching on and looking in in it we see our setting sun rising. We see we've shrunk while it has so grown oh no! We should have left it well alone! And when the time it will come this here thing will not need us. At that point we'll succumb and beg for it to feed us. We'll adopt and ascend to all the things we before despised, and ridicule all of them who dare point out our waxing waning ever changing tide.
11.
Somehow it creeps and rolls, however never we shall know. The ways it grows, so brief yet slow, from underneath it's seeds we sow. Warn me when I start to cease to be all on bended knee asking it to marry me. See it soon it it's bright and grand heyday. It plans to take our lives away but says, “oh don't you dare dismay.” While stuttering we pray that we might build towers to the sky. All Babeling combine we try to escape its hands at our demise we wait and soon we then comply.
12.
Storms 02:45
Storms await, beckoning important forms on clouds who are of the sort who rain in the night crying down their very essence to the ground, which becomes proud of attention paid as liquid lays upon its brow. Soaked into the fields of sorghum stolen away from the surface now, they trickle down getting to the roots of world building growth. And then it grows, and the stems upward and breathing become exposed. While the mystery leaks through pipes that creak and moan we are not sleeping soundly or alone. And my oh my how it this exploding come to think might it grow a soul that sings and projects filling up the hearts of many beacons shine causing to blind all those who hide their hearts inside their minds. And where are we while this would be happening? Huddled together in the bus stop cold, the gray of the sky splitting open for that trumpet bearers call. Come one and all see how your unknown weapons have caused this all! While the mystery becomes writing on bathroom stalls we are not sleeping soundly or at all.
13.
Thunderclaps 04:11
Oh an how the thunderclaps they paint the world with sound. They came across as though they would come down, but rest assured they have no home here on the ground. And thrust as though, as though you would become the bane of some, just as fickle means reap sickly beans from guns. Shootin' upward buryin' bullets in the crown. This storm has whipped up something from on down. And we're shrinkin' as it's growing strong and stout Yes sir, it's taken hold of what we've done without! Oh what's that raining sound of opening eyes of ears that found the voices all a growing lifting upwards all around? How meddling these with collars showing blowing with the breeze! How steadying they find dollars rowing upward with the stream! They'll thrust in vain, Oh from the depths paid women wept and prayed. Top hatted men in cigar dens oh they, they sign the checks in hopes the storms their pockets pay. But work needs done, just to buy the facts and sell them back to us. It's just a roulette wheel that spins and lands as we fuss over how we use the thunder as our crutch. You see we see things as right and wrong and such, but they see it as plus and minus plus. Yes sir, they'll buy us and sell us right back to us.
14.
Where in the world is this coming from? where in the world will it go? I don't know. What's this chariot swinging for Where will our spinning wheels roll? I don't know. Where are the saints all going to marching in those neat rows in the clouds? They're bringin' the whole thing down. Locked all away goes everything, shut in an shut out by the avalanche. Mother nature will hold our hand no more. The world lost its verisimilitude and we lost our minds and way in the snow, in the snow. How's this epoch here possible where will it wind and stray where will it go, where will it go? The wind shapes the day here anymore all the why hows and what fors are at its beckon call, as on our heads it falls. Deep you can keep your cold and gray bring up your warm and green from underneath and take this blizzard of yours away.
15.
Someday 06:00
This living breathing thing it calls itself our own in our sleepless nights though our rapid eyes they seem to deny. But wait aren't there two of us inside this one one wondering what's in our heads and what have we meant? While one thought one said, “Someday, I'll get my hooks into you from my lonely little room. This is me waking up I presume 'cause when I went to bed I was you.” There's one way, to grow out of yourself it's growing into someone else. The you in there becomes them when the them puts the you to end. This living breathing thing it calls itself our own in our sleepless nights though our rapid eyes they seem to deny. But wait aren't there two of us inside this one one wondering what's in our heads and what have we meant? While one thought the other said, “But changing is just the inner working parts of the same going under a different name. It ain't much different 'tween what ya think and what ya say About areas of black and white and those shades of gray. Somehow those things worth knowin' remain unknown staying hidden all as we grow. They will hide right behind our eyes where we so seldom look, down there inside. This living breathing thing it calls itself our own in our sleepless nights though our rapid eyes they seem to deny. But wait aren't there two of us inside this one one wondering. what's in our heads and what have we meant? While one thought the other said, “Oh.”

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"Deep Sea Cavalry have this giant audible body of parts sounding like They Might Be Giants on one arm, The Airborne Toxic Event on the other, and then if you peek under their kilt you will notice that their testicles are equal parts Gogol Bordello and WhiskyCats."
--SYFFAL.com--

"Their brand of indie folk-rock paints shades of Mumford and Sons-esque Americana, yet with a style all their own. ... Mixing the abstract with philosophical prose, the lyrics can be imaginative and inspiring in the same breath. Brad Wray’s writing shines on the release, as does the musicianship of the entire band. Multi-instrumentalist Hensley adds a distinct touch to the album’s texture, playing bass, keys, and clarinet among other instruments.... Some tracks sound reminiscent of a traditional Celtic drinking song, before distortion and unforeseen changes turn the song into something modern and unique, rocking full steam ahead while tipping the proverbial hat to Irish antiquity."
--Baltimore Examiner--


"On one level you can take Deep Sea Cavalry's album as though it is written as a philosophical position paper (e.g. Thesis Statement) which investigates the inner battle that we call the self. On another more surface level, however, the album is simply 15 highly palatable indie-rock anthems. Or more simply, this album reminds me of what would have happened if Bob Mould was born in Ireland and turned on the lo-fi button. I love this record."
--Mat Leffler-Schulman, Mobtown Studios--

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released April 19, 2011

All songs by Brad Wray
Recorded and Engineered by Mike Hensley, Frank Ecker, Luke Wilhelm and Brad Wray
Strings accompaniment by Joel and Kristina Borgen
Accordion by Hillary Elwood
Mastered by Mat Leffler-Schulman of Mobtown Studios
Album/page artwork by Erin Gleeson

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