What is my soul-predicament? You have reached a stage in the evolutionary journey where you must retrieve lost and wounded parts of yourself from the psychic underworld.
Tell me the honest truth
Your ego’s fragile fear of the truth stands between you and the Garden.
What is my Heroic Archetype?
The Shaman; The Psychoanalyst; The Witch.
Describe my most effective evolutionary strategy
Allow yourself to feel everything. Permit no internal taboos. Seek a few similarly honest companions for the Journey.
Give me an affirmation
Only if I am willing to descend into Hell can I ascend into Heaven.
What’s in my toolbox?
Into this physical world, you bring psychological and sexual intensity, a suspicion that everything is deeper than it seems, and a willingness to feel everything.
What burden do I bear for my community?
You bear the weight of seeing the seeds of decay and dishonesty inherent in all things.
Tell me of my Shadow
Self-absorption. Brooding moodiness. Loss of perspective. Humorlessness. Destructiveness.
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lyrics
LYRICS
Hello, my name is Zach, I'm sure we've met before
my reputation is to crush you to the floor
I'm the one who takes your confidence away
the model, prodigy and warrior
But now the time has come to mourn
all the years I've thrown away since I was born
up on the mountain, I was told there is light
just to find out that it must have been the other side
Now I feel a tear in my eyes
is it the child in me that breaks down and cries?
Where did it go? Where did it go?
As the days go by I feel so old
And the sun is nothing but a star
casting shadows when we fall apart
Is it in vain? Is it in vain?
Everytime I let go I feel the pain
I saw my picture in the news today
show the world I've got important things to say
but hey, you critics, you unravelers of blinds
can you read between the lines?
Well, here's my license, you know my legendary gun
the one so clean, my team, my lover and my son
take this sculpture, I don't think I need it now
what's the purpose of this all, anyhow?
I am leaving, gonna fly right out of town
the final deal, yeah, when thunder hits the ground
bring on the vultures, I see their rotten smile
when truth meets pain, we'll all stand trial
I've got my instincts I don't need no bloody map
I'm shedding years and you can try to hold me back
did you want some flowers, for your memories, just in case
well suit yourself, here's a vase
Musicianship tight as an atom, music wild and roaming as the imagination of the unknown. It’s like everything and nothing I’ve ever heard, a screaming reminder that rock is rebellion and must be reinvented each time it’s played, or else it’s just pop.
This Michigan-based trio trip, swirl, and echo their way through 11 songs of psychedelic, surf-tinged, garage rock. Bandcamp New & Notable Sep 27, 2015
