Come take my hand
We'll stake the land alright
When night takes hold
If morning never reaches
Then you've found me
Our time will fold
You've died in the cold
Roadkill reeks of riddles
That rattle between the stars
Chimes on winded crackle
Through the trees
That cry from afar
So high above the stars
Until the tears run dry
On the great North cheek
The scent of the South sits far beneath
The parent of your protection
Never mentioned
All of the scars you keep
The stranded children gently weep
Highway stretched till the day was night
Eating away remaining light
The serpent gliding hills of white
Gaining til there's none in sight
The radio sings in static
So the raindrops fill the air
The steering wheel is manic
But the engine
It doesn't seem to care
We play the devil's fanfare
The great books have all been written
The great sayings have all been said
We'll march to the beat of nothing
To the tune
Of whatever lies ahead
All the signs are dyed red
William Ryan Fritch's enthralling, doomy new CD comes housed in a gorgeous, panoramic gatefold sleeve with bewitching original artwork. Bandcamp New & Notable May 16, 2016