First single off upcoming album, due out spring 2016.
Blowing on a hair-trigger, lined up with a pipe full of steam
A body of water, always teetering on boiling, flowing down a narrowing stream.
As a wave crashes down and he's pulled by the swell
Reason takes flight like a bat outta hell
He sees day turn to night, darkness give light to a dust-filled room shrouded in black ( his motives are under attack)
Blind rage, a dog-eared page, rabid and snarling untied.
Hold the line for the turning of the tide.
Run and hide.
Judgment cast, an outstretched finger.
Has the notion passed or does it still linger?
As he stands there he clenches his jaw and his fists.
With the absence of reason, brute impulse persists.
A pornographic display of lack of restraint, passed of as due diligence.
released December 11, 2015
Recorded at Emery Street studios
Engineer: Sebastien Black
Hard Up is;
Wawa Vomit: Banjo, Vocals
Bobby Gibson: Acoustic guitar, Vocals
Tyler Parent: Double bass
Special thanks: Mélisande Archambault
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