Though no one wants to hear it, here's the story of another broken spirit over how two so easily can become estranged. And as these blues rip through me, the abuse of meds and booze may stunt my moods, but I cannot seem to throw them all away. So, again, I turn to paper and a pen, as if to find some grand connection to the patterns that unfurl when confidence, whirling, nosedives through hopelessness and there left standing is a man without his fortune. Look who's under siege of the jagged edges of his big ideas. Locked to the rails of the rolling theme of the could—have-beens that now cannot be.Being a beacon for these battered hearts has more or less become my art and a sad way to shape my constitution. It's the product of a life revealing conflict, strife, and the blown out feelings destitute of retribution. This parade of passions levied a tax upon my soul and day by day, hour by hour, the desires that I carry become more and more arbitrary but still stand as roadblocks to my becoming whole.
from The Doppler Shift EP
released June 25, 2016
Mary Fraser -- organ, glockenspiel, vocals
Matt Jones -- Casio, drums
Tom McCartan -- bass
Gregory Dean McIntosh -- guitar, vocals
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