- 02/05/08 :: Author's name added to the SATP interview + There's A Light lyrics added + Poster PDF added
- 02/05/08 :: Justin's info added at the contact section
- 11/04/08 :: MP3s of "Metal Bird" and "There's A Light" added at the media section
- 30/03/08 :: European tourdates added + added stars at the bottom of each news message
- 08/02/08 :: Adjusted some of the 13 Blues... lyrics, thanks to Josh Beach
- 04/02/08 :: All 13 Blues... lyrics online + New biography + 13 Blues... information on discography page
- 28/01/08 :: Blind Blind Blind lyrics corrected
- 27/12/07 :: new layout
Pile Of Tiny Shoes
There's a pile of tiny shoes next to a shallow hole,
And a tiny startled body lay rigid upon the snow.
There's a pipeline by their bodies that's nine bodies
tall,
And the moon above the mountain watched all them
bodies fall.
They got piles of crumbling towers, miles of broken
trains,
Black circles along the edges, of skylights filled
with praise(?).
Where their (daygone)? up the rivers, and (fell on)?
nailed with chains,
There's a tiny tangled flag, only torn up with flames.
There lay on tiny bodies on tiny paper cups,
There's men explodin' in the corridors, and the
funerals won't stop.
Scrawl famine 'cross their billboards, and above their
parking lots,
Bless them tiny troubled dreamers, with their precious
worried thoughts.
They're tangled in the treeline where the precious
sunset drops.
There's a pile of tiny shoes next to a shallow hole,
And a tiny startled body lay ripped up on the snow.
Goddamn them privledged ponies (police?), their
daggers hit with blades (place?)
God rewards the heartless, and turns away His face.
Embrace and pour the water and (tremble?) up this
storm,
And dwindle precious twilight, with misery and scorn.
The devil raised upon Him, the (gill)? a perfect
(play)?
(Dark)? circles cross? your oceans and fills the world
with rain.
Start chasin' all a sunset when the devil's work gets
done,
All the birds go march on prayin', towards a hunter's
patient gun.
Don't trouble me with (conscience)? or a gentle caring
fling,
Evicting of children, and the war 'gainst the flood.
And there's some ol' world, they're for 2 things that
are sure,
The beauty of children and the war 'gainst the flood.
So don't trouble me with conscience or gentle caring
flames
Just give this heart of promise and send it on its'
way.
God rewards the heartless and turns away His face,
All the birds go march on, prayin', twas a hunter's
privledged grace
All the birds go march on, prayin', twas a hunter's
privledged grace
Notes
This song was performed during the War Radio shows ASMZ did in the fall of 2005, of which an excellent bootleg can be found over here. These lyrics stated above aren't 100% correct, so if one should find a correction, please contact me.