Due to an error that is nobody's fault but our
own, we completely LEFT OUT the fact that our new CD "RETURNERS" was
Engineered/..Produced by SHANE FRISBY at The Brick Hithouse in
Hyannis MA and was mixed by PETE RUTCHO at Damage Studios. The synth
outtro in "Truth and Temper" was written, recorded and mixed by PETE
RUTCHO as well.
So everyone PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE head over to http://www.myspace.com/thebrickhithouse
and let Shane know how much you love the record. And how amazing it
sounds. Thank you guys so much. And again, we're very sorry for the
mistake Shane & Pete.
THROUGH THE CRACKS - I've come to the harsh realization that everything in my life isn't going to be around forever. This band included. Every chapter in your life has an ending. This one is about being able to turn the page and look forward.
Pride and pity play no part of the process. Like allegiance lost in hellfire, I’ve lost it all. Tell the maker of my grave that I’m not dead. There’s far too many things in life I left unsaid. Any face and any place to tell me none of this was in vain. I’d live this all again, if you’d do the same. So to the shadows I disappear. To stay forever, but I won’t end here. Dear God, my world is ending. As quickly as it starts, everything is gone. And everything went wrong. I've spent so much time trying to live the lie. To be a part of something bold as blood. Take me home to embrace the nothingness. Now I’m home to embrace that there’s nothing left. No cave can hide me, no one will find me. Over the years, no apologies, no regrets.
"Time is a funny thing. You spend the first part of your life wanting
it to just speed up, and the rest of your life wishing it would slow
down. Chrono is about taking a step back, and making the most of the
time you can control; right now. "
and out, and in and out of my mind (I'm out of my mind). We live
and obey with some kind of hate. Dreading the time to come when we've
got no time at all. I want to take the time to stop and think about
doing this, and what it might mean to be. When I close my eyes,
there's nothing but darkness revealed. It’s right there in front of
me. Looking forward for a taste of things to come. I can't see
familiar faces on anyone. Life is trying to pass me by, but not this
time. I am not afraid. You're not getting older; you're just getting
old. And your finish wears thin as your stories get told. Yet you've
somehow impressed her; she's already sold. The one page in your book
that's still shining in gold says, "Wishing for the years to
flash by has left me blind. I’m waiting for the few fleeting
moments where the world makes sense to me." My search continues
for a taste of things to come. I can't see familiar faces on anyone.
Life is trying its best to pass by, but not this time. I am not
- "Simply put, if you're going to claim be something just for personal benefit or to fit in, see it through the highs and lows. Don't take all the glory, and then when it comes time to do your part, are nowhere to be found."
But when the spotlight comes, where have the words gone? The fall from grace is paved with your lies. Stand strong behind your beliefs, if you can even manage to stand at all. What happened to the blood pumping through your veins? You’ve scattered the ashes of an iron faith. The sun fades below the horizon, and you say goodbye to what used to be. They try to hang pictures of perfection on every wall and every corner, but the negatives fail to transfer to the final print. Defy the leader. Step away from the line. No one will ever get the best of me. What do you stand for? Tell me now, what do you stand for? So sing your song with the highest choir; preach from the top of the world. Share your voice. Admiration of the highest degree. I'm washing my hands of this and leaving it all behind. I'll wash my hands. And leave it behind.