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Blaspheme
02:45
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alone / a cage i carry with me / beneath the torrent of my time
with my age turns ambition to anger/ levee the blame at myself or the stranger
and now /I hear the footsteps of morning / 5 am has come and too soon gone
despite the hope that each sunrise inspires/ every evening descends into nightmares
and now / i wrap this cold around me/ beneath the torrent of my time
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mine’s a body seldom at rest / busy the hands distract the head / south in search of a friend
my only cage I carry with me / who alone then holds the key?
why with so much to count as blessings
can I only focus on the piece that's missing?
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Godzdog
04:14
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Grieve now, savor your sorrow / to hold on until tomorrow /to be reborn
Out of that comfort which devours you / chase after the pendulum
Heathens, Temper your throttle/ nurse your wounds from inside the bottle
just to feel good/ postpone that change you said you would/ you promised yourself
Your touch feels best just behind the ears / to Scratch the itch you’ve been denying for years
And though I’ve not changed I’ll goe by a new name /until I forget the direction you came.
Head south and draft a new forecast / flashlight tag walking through the dark backwards
Now and then a face appears / a friend or a victim of passion or fear.
Fall in and embrace decision/ wholesale trade your knowledge for wisdom.
Just one game / no losses or winning and by the end you’re at the beginning
some tricks take a life to learn / others just a Saturn return
I’ve lost my patience with rule of thumb / A dog plays god when he plays dumb
don’t split your focus / misread the season
I could be a good dog / but i’m running out of reasons
Chew up the the sidewalk / keep right on teething
i keep sliding backwards / I'm holding odds for even
Sleep / i want to dream
and how you, could just leave if you wanted to not just exist to be haunted
by grief / i need release
if i could ever be honest enough to just name what i wanted
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3. |
Lobera
03:06
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It’s a restless game/ Once tattered fingers have formed their calluses/ How will you bite back?
I learned to speak by shoveling sounds/ As I pull her wires down / And every night i spent
Shouting to find my choice/ Wrapped in tongues of other’s artists /I’ve tuned out their noise
I'll never speak the same as you/ but I always wanted to/ So bite the hand that follows you home
I can't conjure it, all the unknown/ to forsake the evidence and cast the first stone
Once my sword finds its faith in me / I’ll wield that heart that i wear on my sleeve
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Marrows
02:36
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Had a seizure now that’s over.
Endless meantime, without closure.
shuffle through the days
and the folds in my chest
neither here nor there.
Action/word/Fraction/verb
When I’m lost this time,
force a way and to begin,
stitch a map inside your skin.
Thread the needle through the eye
lean the axe against the wall raise the stone and let it fall
Time to raise the stone and crack open your bones.
Drain the insides out of me
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Thrush
06:15
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Alone, Telephone / Bending the digits to the shape of a / halo for an angel to reach you
Crush the pedals under your thumb / read me a future that you could agree to
Scrape the lesions off of my tongue / breed me a creature you could concede to
Black-eyed susan, is it just me or just the way that i say it?/
Zillicoah, grant me a harbor from loneliness
I’ll fall in love with the voices of reason and health /To bend the ear backwards until it folds in on itself / Forgiving the hopelessness while blaming the self
No one's home and I’m over this loneliness too/ There’s a hive/ Between her backbone and eyes/
endlessly swarming inside/ Don’t you want to go for a drive?
Pull off my wings for a glimpse at the future/ Mutilate this flower for the allure of a rumor
So cling to your shadow, a companion that would shield you from pleasure
so when seasons change, all your pedals will be scattered just from bending to weather
Tether my voice to an anchor of plastic/ Swallow his pride in the pythons of traffic
And we’ll talk like our fathers when we find ourselves in oceans of plenty/
So when we dry out all our feathers will be matted and our bodies too heavy.
No one's home and I’m over this loneliness too/ There’s a hive/ Between her backbone and eyes/ endlessly swarming inside/ Don’t you want to go for a drive?
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Dweller
03:47
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An afternoon of lethargy/ To press the point to some degree
Under blankets wet with kerosene/ And Face to face with self esteem
In the evening i would wait for you/ A hook to hang a hope onto
But Your absence lends a strength to you /And nothing less is nothing new
That restless ellipse begins it’s dance
I’ll hang onto each word that comes my way/ Scrutinize your language endlessly
Project the past onto non-existent plans/ That calcify in the brain and twist knots in hands hands
I’m going to be very candid and honest with you
My heart’s Fresh meat i can practice denying to you
The flesh is fruit, that twists me up inside/ Polished he skin laced with pesticides
An appetite like mine is hard to hide / When i'm choking on that apple of my eye
I’m going to be very candid and honest with you
My heart’s Fresh meat i can practice denying to you
And i know this is not what you were hoping to hear
But i say any less would do us disservice i fear
In this afternoon of lethargy
To the point is pressed until it bleeds
The Torch will taste the kerosene
And we mourn to loose what couldn’t be
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Kudzu
03:54
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Summer grove/ Glimmer like camp stoves / The flicker of fireflies ignite constellations
Overgrown/ Feeling sick of home / a change in season breeds hesitation
By seed / that you’ve planted in me
Just once in a while / Forget of feeling mild / And let yourself grow feral
Living host/ Achor the path you chose/ Weave me a blanket of vines for my skeleton
Fatal grin/ Standing downwind/Fall into or junes riverbed
so when in autumn / you’ll leave/ the forest for the trees
And Then /You’ll come to accept us as perennial
You could change yourself/ In Spite of that promise we made
If there was just one last chance to end the charade
We could enjoy it /And of just setting us free/ You could untangle that kudzu that’s tangled in me
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Polaroid
07:08
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Every moment becomes the past/ Our fingerprints on faded glass
A winter's emptiness comes will come light / reaching through the branches of the spine
A likeness captured in the blind / a ghost that swims behind the eyes
Accumulate the fragments of your time/ this stranger's face resembles mine
Was it yourself you saw?
To mourn the boy
These eyes will replace themselves
So just let me grieve in polaroid
Each day continues despite himself / replaced in seven years with someone else
Three children live inside him now / furrowed in the creases of his brow
each premonition has come to pass/ now the future’s come at last
And the sun-bleached print begins to fade/ every year the past is drifting further away
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Zillicoah Asheville, North Carolina
Zillicoah is a post-punk trio helmed by guitarist and
songwriter Rome Widenhouse, with Andrew Breeden
(bass)
and Brandon Ball (drums). Zillicoah incorporates elements
of Post-Hardcore, Folk,and Alternative Rock to create an
electrified, enigmatic sound. The band is currently based in
Asheville, NC..
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