Soft Focus

by Archaics

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1.
An unsuspecting army of ants with the dance of the great glory war Evil, evil is in their heads Evil is marching now So you've got to get away Scale the jade spire to the depths of mad desire Evil, Evil is in your head And plant the soft, cotton pattern in the sand so you know where you'll go and where you've been, oh no There will always be the brand new modern day cronies The yesmen all in agreeance Dusting off the dirty fortress walls to the wails of the howlin' wolf You know the words yet you choose not to speak Young child, young child soon you'll know what to do what you say it's all up to you You know, you know what to do All that you see is a reflection in and of the mind so lay your arms at your side, oh my There will always be the brand new modern day cronies The yesmen all in agreeance
2.
Sweet Cocoon 04:39
Baby, Sleeping so cold, so compressed to me My affection wraps you comfortably So, let me be something more than passing heat I'll take from every lasting move you make Baby, La da da da da da da da da In our sweet cocoon of love And there's curls with the hair Her long, golden-red shades dipped in summer's rays Teasing toss, like curtain call A certain droll I am made when you crawl close Babe, is that you dancing in the smoke? Trappers trapping, dodgers drafting Wheel keeps a turnin' Fresh young pilot looks out, spinning And all is a show for all are to see The rest is for churning into the universal soul savant Our nest is coarse, yet fine And it's still, but the humming still does coax and coerce young lovers to be abuzz River watchers to glide Errant grazers to find a pasture they can hold and hide in a sweet cocoon of love Baby, la da da da da da da da da da In our sweet cocoon of love Sanctuary shores for a mind less bothered Freedom calls from the ship as it sails yonder Don't miss your ticket to fly Your pass past the last of the smoke and the wiles in your eyes Trappers trapping, dodgers drafting Wheel keeps a turnin' Fresh young pilot looks out spinning And all is a show All is to be seen The rest is for churning into the universal soul savant
3.
Silver skyline, felon fog You can ride it down if you're feeling fine if you're feeling fine You came upon a mountain, aboard a boat, but not for nothing You came into the sea, but not for me, and not alone Now, me and my bird play love games all of the time Me and my girl play love games all of the time Now I can stand on my own and she doesn't mind Watch to the peak of the last strand of hair There's a light that takes hours but it shines when she takes flight Even though there are flaws to drain the life Even though there are flaws Blue church in the morning I'll be back By the break of dawn you'll be something new Dusty dusk, priming skyline Can't get the look that you're feeling alright
4.
Impartial Magic Marshall Sitting on a lump sum of pocket roses and dice for fun I am the subject of nobody Way out by the big Rock 5 By this hour, there's always room to make time Winter by the night Cornerstone of the highway town Impartial Magic Marshall Sittin' on a limp trunk In the shade, beneath the bloom on a rocky afternoon Hidden grotto in the hills, hand-carved Agrin off the mountain side's long face Feel the moonlight drip between the branches Let the search party pick apart the days Pass the buck, pass the buck Pass the buck til you find yourself clean Tender intentions Sidearm desire The strangest of themes you'll encounter grown wild But your words don't speak for themselves Innocent is not free in the woods So there the raft sat in the bay One end fishing, the other ablaze Here awaits a domino collecting, hired ghost Guard your man-prison with the crocodile skin For the warden thinks the beast can't be bribed from within Unfortunately for him, a crocodile has to eat Man has been known to carry other appetizing feasts Guard your man-prison with the crocodile skin For the warden thinks the beast can't be bribed from within Unfortunately for him, a crocodile has to eat And man has been known to carry other appetizing feasts
5.
Howl 03:48
Said a voice from afar, clamoured steps will shake to the bone you disappear in heed and I lie awake waiting for the sun begrudged, i'll sink into bed lie for a while, until it's time to stop hiding away bootsrapped, hobnail iguana skin creeping into me dreams a smokey room of curious minds Ego freak, I'll dance with the pagans in nude dawn of mine, intrinsic salute if you wait for me to be, what you wanted all along pick yourself up and carry me home you're the charmer who gets what she wants I would kill to be apparent in your admiration he cocks back with his leather face grin and says Son Stand tall, in lucifers stead
6.
Janus Cat 06:44
I'm an oddity by trade and a looming disbelief Leave me by the side of the clear glass door What a dog! What a sheep! Loose belt around his thin, pork rinds The dog chained up But you're giving it love And it refuses to bite Too embarrassed to bark Insisting it's all real He pulls me by the ear and barks 'Sit here!' He barks 'Sit here!' A dog and her sheep Man and his dig Woman and her man A bitch for her slob That neighbourhood watch been out all night An empty sound in the starving ground Depleting the mood to get the answers in gold
7.
Your heavy brow sinks deeply I'll writhe within my keeled psyche All odes to I, for falling apart "Dune wanderer! Search out your seer" Perverse claim, in godless vain Last ditch wickedness, for dogged asylum Fall a deeper sleep to keep me Oh sleeper, A brush with a dream Where her face isn't flush Please stand me the sunrise Isolation, sickness sticks Cyclic visions, slithers thick The harrowing rise peaks perfect in silence Red sparrows deem the nights sky too grim to fly & our veins strain through the gaping wounds Whilst a harrowing carnival tune rounds All day long, and all night stronger still Albatross, clutch my stride Lay me down, leave me to die Deafened earth, stands to fight Please stand me the sunrise "Dune wanderer, scratch out your eyes" Please stand me the sunrise "Dune wanderer!" Blinded behind A godless guise
8.
Dig up that desert body from a deep southern ditch Ersatz burial grounds for a leaky problem fixed Crude dreams sweet substance and elixir Potion juice, courtesy of the fixer Standing tall as the sun Scraping the sky with emerald, glass claws We are the dealers in dust We are waiting for you to come join the ball Come brazen the fair But do I compare to the silence? Light feet break through Folly hour Handing off the fire Etched in stone but traced in seeds while chained to the marrow for awhile
9.
Nova Swing 05:35
Oh momma, they've held these seashells against their poor ears for so long Going deaf, listening to a dead sample It sits like glassware upon a crooked head And acts as a lantern in the day They don't seem ok Oh momma, they're staring right through the looking glass it seems is broken for sure Basket case on the chase for sin Roll the dice Charming men meet chin to chin, alright I saw the pale reds speak against the fresh, young blues Lazy, red eyes don't appeal to the evening news, alright What the Czar strips he makes back in tar but that ain't worth much when you're trying for breath Plumb the depths of the plumb-line throws Magic sits where apathy grows cold and stale Added decadence to convince the masses there's more they can be Get the last laugh only cause you are the last to laugh Ha! He who holds the law of the jungle must wrangle, fine animals He who holds the law of the jungle must wrangle, her animals I saw the pale red speak against the fresh, young blue Lazy, red eyes can't compete with the morning rise All rise

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Andy Trant // Drums , Connor Snell // Howls & Guitar, Peter Masson // Bass, Dylan Greenhough // Organ, Josh Beatty // Guitar & Shrieks

Wurlitzer on tracks 2, 3, 5, 9 by Warren Krick
Guitar on track 7 by Jasper Smith
Trombone, Clarinet, & other horns on tracks 2, 4, 8, 9 by Mark Sazavsky

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released July 16, 2016

Recorded in the winter of 2015/16' with Renny Wilson at Riverdale Recorders & Josh Beatty at Elsewhere Studios in Edmonton, AB.

Produced & Mixed by Renny Wilson
Mastered by Stew Kirkwood at Sound Extractor
Album art photos by Max Paran

Thanks to Travis Sargent & Betrayers, Craig Martell, Jesse Northey, Jeff Kynoch, Phillip Muz & the Artery/Aviary family, Keeton Chrapko, Evan Pearce, Dan Lenz, Bryce Croucher, our loving families, gals, and you!

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Archaics Edmonton, Alberta

Archaics are a four-piece psychedelic art-rock band from Edmonton, Alberta. Their experimental tastes create an orchestrated, cavorting atmosphere that accompanies one through thoughts of kaleidoscopic hysteria; a tangible swing from a twisted frame of mind.

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