James Of Dark Wood​/​Archaics Split

by Archaics

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released April 30, 2014



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Archaics Edmonton, Alberta

Archaics are a five-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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Track Name: Molly Duker
Early riser,
come and greet the day
Can't let the morning stay
Fresh rain
in through the stone
Wet children born
in the cold cut night
in the undressed wife
While they're sun-dried and glazed in
While light
too bright, you claim
I feel a cramp in your name
First momma left me hot in the
raining sun
And then she dropped me
Birds of flight
burdened by the cage
Buried safe from the
deep shade
beneath the grass
storing snakes at Fast
Shedding off bad rap
for the weight of flesh
Lady Death,
laden with red robes
Maiden roles untold
My son I see you've made such a
grave mistake
You're ungrateful now that you've
learned to state
You're lonely
Oh molly duker don't you
slip back inside
Your tortoise shell won't let you
speak your mind
So whisper loud words around their
shoulder tops
And don't be afraid to drop
Track Name: Gravedigger
Sitting in a meadow, with a priestess
calling my name
It ain't a bad thing to want a bad thing
but it hurts all the same
Carry or cradle a cutthroat of cavalry cold
It ain't a bad thing to want a bad thing
but it hurts all the same
Fill me up with pleasure and hold me down with a drug
A nights shade closes wholly over holy men in their grave

I'll be buried alive

A once endless daze, causes a tremored gaze
to fall out of sight
And I'll tip-toe through a grave yard
Holding dead bones in my arms
Leaving a meadow, with who I could love
I'd rather you go

And that moment creeps up like a cancer in your lungs
and your back won't be held darkness leaves you to fail
when the bad thing you loved bears a hole in your head
the bones you would lug would be that of your own

I'd rather be alone
Track Name: Tight Lips, Loose Smiles
Rocking away in his
sitting chair
The soap in his hands drips
down from his hair
Quickly the scatter spreads that
brought the whistle low
Spinning the top off his
concious counter clock

don't lay your problems on me
My sights
hang from a wooden frame
Borders of a sultry grain

I can't help you thread the vine
Templed words fall short of mine

It rocks her steady toes
Brings them closer to the floor
He bears to know
(what she's taught)
Talking at his child of four

Close the doors until another time