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Up On Hellfire Ridge

by Head Clouds

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1.
Green crested gold uniform The eight a.m. sun with the strength of a newborn Upon the dead leaves on the worn clay courts There is a shifting sea of shade and light The bell tolls clear and high Yet it tells not of what it brings forth
2.
In the face of the commoner's stare I am the mirror that judges them fair Sometimes I shatter and leave them no luck I can't say I always stick to my part In the image on my pristine shell You see the bottom of a sunlit well You see the bottom of the well is dry But it's just the mirror's image that caught your eye I come and go My mind turns slow Cannot halt it's going-ons On the surface I swirl with black mass or lack thereof Behind a veil of curtains Whose hand was it that drew them? Or rather painted such dense night? Or rather painted with such lack of light? But this darkness is a blessing It will be known I've been the cold, the warm and the bold Who can say which one is true Maybe I was born into fog and cannot, see the lighted way Yes, I think it's right to say that I was, will not see the way
3.
You would hear them say: "I love to hear her cry out" In the darkened hall You knew where each of them stood With a foot that hugged The other foot's boot If you could hear their laugh The way that I could How it bloomed and stopped short If you could hear their scream From the pit of their gut Your song would go: ( ) Black-clad figures clutch at the hilt and then you are lost Release at last into the coming dark, Julia
4.
Overfloweth 05:04
Ten years old and coming down from sugar Out there on the sodden road Kneeling in the gutter Muck and leaves combining in new and impressive ways In the coming dark he is fishing out discarded, forgotten relics Caked in years of our foul ways Caked in years of our hyperbole and hate When he's filled with tearing hunger Pristine waters wait to clean From the basin of his soiled hands It's joyous body teems Overfloweth in the wet dawn Overfloweth in the night Overfloweth in the school yard Where the sun beams hot and bright Shade of the eucalypt Where everything is still Far off in the outer fields The closing night is spun Visions of the long morning no one can outrun But he knows thats a foolish thought and a distance always covered When he's filled with tearing heartache Polished metal plainly gleams From the basin of his calloused hands His stomach bile teems Overfloweth in the deep loch Overfloweth from towers high Overfloweth in the courtyard Where the sun pools red and dry Caught in their crossfire Caught in their web
5.
Code Strings 02:12
Lone tree In my viewpoint Pine needles Through low cloud Erase all computers From my memory And code strings They wrap me up And strangle my reaction Lone tree In my viewpoint Pine needles through low cloud Erase all computers and code strings they push My past into murky backwaters There it sinks Down Numbed by information
6.
We can smell burning flesh on the wind Acrid smoke in a neat column up on Hellfire Ridge We'd be crushed if they found us, if they did In the beech hollows clinging to our servant's skin My spirits weak You have the will of a demon We are the cattle drove Not yet bleating for their mercy Sapped of the strength I had Nothing outward can inspire I am the blooming flower Cut off at the stem When morning comes, feel a little better When nothing lunges at me I can smile without conviction You are standing on the hill Where the trees are sparser There diffused light covers you And that is the way you like it Back to the town Only ruin to admire All of the people there Are silenced forever You knew the name of each one Gaunt faces in a plume Caught on their journey into nothing By the morning sun We cut down the greatest pines Just the two of us It took all our strength and more To haul them from the basin They stand erect and silver-capped By the glistening road Black wire strung-up overhead Sagging lower through the years
7.
Pile up rubbish By the front door Head over to the salon Pour a drink, a ticking clock, a cannonball Our laughs are one's of jackals Spiking through some wintry night Our new arms stretching ever, ever outward It never fades, ringing out, even at dawn I bought a dream with an admission slip Hell, I bought it twice Now, I will go to the depths I am told, there is warmth, cleaner air, softer light
8.
Cool night's breeze through the window Rustling leaves in the kingdom dark I am a blood-clot to man's good image In the morning breaking through the town hall doors Coming to you Even though you don't need me to Coming to you With nothing left to say or do Cool night's breeze is coming for me Through the empty days wet with heat When I am caught in the path it's running To valley floor and mountain peak crowned in fog Coming for you Even though you won't need me to Coming for you With all there is to say and do I'm gripped by the throat Hands from which nothing comes By them I will come to know my goal Rustling leaves in the kingdom dark
9.
Too many men decided To lay their lives right down At the foot of pious kingship Whose way is mostly lost very rarely found Clad in fire on the town square In the shadow of the steeple You are righteous, true and threadbare May your purest visions keep

about

UOHR is about world-making, fake historical accounts and small mythologies. It's about moments in time flaring up in their splendour then dying out almost as soon as they came.
It was very fun making it, and it is our first offering, we hope you enjoy it.

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released November 18, 2014

James Durman: Lead Guitar and father/son most improved football launcher, driveway disc mvp
Andrew Geisel: Drums, Percussion, Sagely advice and Grandaddy
Ali Maddison: Saxophone, BV's, Brotherly love, will-o-the-wisp
Jayke Maddison: Vocals, Guitar, sister-in-arms
Ken Mastumoto: Bass, living-room coffee merchant, maschine-wrangler, mon-fri psychoanalytics

All songs by Head Clouds.
Recorded by Thomas Garnett.
Mixed by Brandon Eggleston.
Mastered by Jack the Bear.

A huge thank you to everyone involved in the making of this record and to those who influenced and inspired its creation.

Jake O'Brien (trumpet) is featured on 1, 2 and 9.

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