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Cathartes Aura

by The Brunswick

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1.
Gravel in my face, blood on the asphalt. Bones in the wrong place, as you circle up above. You know you're just like a buzzard babe. You're always swooping down. To eat what's left of the others babe, you keep picking around. Dead in the desert, blood on your feathers. Bones in the wrong place, as you circle up above. You know you're just like a buzzard babe. You're always swooping down. To eat what's left of my brothers babe, you keep picking around. I'm dying deep in Sonora babe, you know I've lost my crown. I know you fly with the others babe. They're picking around.
2.
Is the new day MIA? Is it lying dead upon the ground? Will the process go to waste? Or is there time to stop and turn around? It’s like a black swan It’s not deliberate It’s just a new cause On which we predicate At the station, next train babylon I’m just wearing thin, I look around In a renaissance that time forgot Dread moving in, we’re headed down And can we renegotiate? It’s obfuscating everyone Emigrate all aspirations for our daughters and our sons Camouflaging, a mirage, fool everyone While we disarrange more each rotation around the sun Passing out as we’re falling down We need a black swan To be deliberate We need a new cause We need a renegade
3.
Grey man, into the night Dirt on the hood, dust in the gears into the bright lights No sound, a wrong turn, A new place, a new hope, As his world burns But does he know he’ll be an alien Is he innocent? Destined to become a victim of Rampant ignorance Nowhere to run, nowhere to hide You’re gonna lose, you’re gonna die look at the stars black out the sun fresh roadkill alien Move fast, into the night Dirt on his face, blood on his hands Out of the bright lights Loud sounds, flesh worms, A new place, with no hope As his world burns But did he know he was an alien Was he impeccant? Destined to have been a victim of This oblivion
4.
shanK 02:26
I’ll be a child of reasoning, I’ll cut right through their lies I’ll be the one to figure out how to beat your God with Science I’ll be in transit to converse with beings from outer space I’ll be the one to re-design and save the human race I’ll need someone to wake me up to possibilities I’ll need someone to hold my hand and wander through the trees I’ll need someone to have my back when I hang my head and cry I’ll need someone to lower me down and clothe me when I die I’m just a child of violence, and I move from town to town Never told by anyone who climbs to not look down I realized my fate was sealed, I knew so long ago I’m outside and freezing find no shelter from the snow I have no one to wake me up to possibilities I have no one to hold my hand and wander through the trees I have no one that has my back when I hang my head and cry I have no one to lower me down and clothe me when I die
5.
main sTreet 03:58
He’s been working for the KKK Bought a new rebel flag today He’s heading straight for BLM Starting a new war of him vs them Gonna shoot, shoot, shoot Gonna pick up his big gun and strap on his boots Not a word from the FBI Never going to stop him even if they tried Murder, Main Street, DOA Men, Women and kids getting blown away Murder, main street again today Bought and paid for by the USA Babies getting killed at SHE Janitors and teachers cease to be Drop em off at 8am Never to be seen again He's gonna shoot, shoot, shoot Gonna pick up his big gun and strap on his boots Not a word from the FBI Never going to stop him even if they tried Murder, Main Street, DOA Men, Women and kids getting blown away Murder, murder again today Bought and paid for by the USA
6.
monsteRs 05:40
Midnight Asleep in My Bed These opiate dreams Slip into my head These monsters are threatening me These Monsters Keep threatening me Daytime Even when I’m at work These opiate orbs Bordering on berserk And these monsters, not hesitating These monsters never hesitating Alone in my room These Opiate dreams Slip into my head They’re threatening me Not hesitating I’m better off dead Not listening to Their audible screams I never can leave Hemlock just might be what I need
7.
nUMbers 04:42
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credits

released June 2, 2017

Produced by Rob O'Block
Co-Produced by The Brunswick and Bobby Holland

The Brunswick is:
Bass, Vocals - Caleb Hooper
Guitars - Rob O'Block
Drums - Mike Blong

Engineered and Mixed by Bobby Holland
Mastered by Dan Shike
Assistant Engineers - Jesse LaVigne and Will Mikkelson

Recorded at Pentavarit in Nashville, TN

Tracks 1, and 7 written by R. O'Block/C. Hooper
Tracks 2, 4, 5, and 6 written by R. O'Block
Track 3 written by R. O'Block/C. Hooper/M. Blong
Track 8 Written by R. O'Block/M. Blong

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The Brunswick is a loud rock trio from Nashville, TN.

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