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Great Reversals - Demo 2009

by Great Reversals

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wide eyed shuffling through darkness searching for natures, stifling this collective nurture self-consciousness creates awareness that our foundations are built on sinking sand capable of collapse wholly immersed and still fixating on missing fragments as our muddied eyes refuse to see miracles while our cemented ears hear only noise... only white noise foundations built on sinking sand capable of collapse yes, beauty abides but broken bodies rarely breath it in. help me release this iron fist thats hell bent on punching holes through every idea that might be good for me help me release this iron fist that's hell bent on ruin help me awaken this conscious mind capable of creation
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infinite pipe dreams of how life should be broken down pondering all the thinking, doing, and living we should be thinking doing and living overwhelmed we plug into the power strip of self self-nullification because we know no other way and our opinions ultimately do not matter and our actions rarely affect the outcomes taught that to abstain is not as vital as to create but creating is only recycling when all questions have been answered all endeavors obsolete, all is arranged when there's nothing new under the sun and everything worthwhile has all been done we indulge because we know no other way tentacles outstretched to pacify each fleeting need a soothing embrace at the end of each day with scattered minds we plug in and check out we should be thinking doing and living yet we indulge because we know no other way
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the sun rises and the sun sets children grow bigger, families sink smaller the trees will bloom and the leaves will fall acquired beliefs tempered with insecurity habits change, changes cease severed heads of households roll a son may rise, while some may settle while others heed the trumpet's call time to rearrange, as time might heal the wounds unless the illusion of time helps us stay the same what the fuck will it take to provoke our wills awake? if idealism can't compensate can we allow ourselves to find contentment in shallow breaths with squinted eyes or celebrations where we're asked to wear neck-ties? can life by itself bear enough fruit to sustain our joys and our pains? is it enough? what the fuck will it take to provoke our wills awake? i keep telling myself it's never too late to find the stars will shine and the stars will burn out our hearts will someday cease to beat in the shadow of our doubts as the pendulum swings closer to severing we turn our eyes inward it's time to rearrange to embrace change we are not slaves
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sifting through ashes of the things we lost in the fire a token entry from, from a previous life reveals the simplicity that once came without thought a simplicity lost once so easily wrought the things we embraced so vibrantly paraded our own realities completely unique in a sea of similarity pages turned, the plot thickened with age smoke filled lungs and hands soaked in gasoline now we realize who struck the match and now we realize who set the past ablaze the things we embraced so vibrantly paraded our own realities completely unique the house has fallen and now we must rebuild the house has fallen we're forced to rebuild an imperfect design is set are we worthy an architect an imperfect design is set to aid our fall are we worthy an architect to build on hope are we strong enough to rid of our complicity?
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push my hands into the soil to wrap my head around the earth like the beasts of the land and the birds of the air we need a regression into existences once shared a time where hearts and hands mattered most subsistence was standard, survival the key the blood the of the body, the only god pondered. the lay of the land, scarcely squandered lives once spent giving and taking losing the ability to give now masters of the art of taking blindly marching toward extinction our muscles have healed our callouses softened by the machines that we have created to carry our legacy lands filled with landfills, sights for sore eyes clear cut and substituted with "progress" we know not how we fit into this schem. what once was natural is now metaphysical lives lost longing for epiphanies that will crack the codes to help us live longer and more prosperous where our hopes and dreams our hopes and dreams are realized with whom we live and with whom we love the word of mouth will be our bond and let our tongues spread the wild-fire of our reformation micro-choices seem hollow amidst macro-complications all i know is: we are the problem and we are the solution an unconscious disconnection in our capacity to co-exist in our fragile ideas of home our amendment must start

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released November 28, 2009

GREAT REVERSALS is:
aaron whitfield-vocals
alex kennedy-guitar
eric scobie-drums
sam collins-bass
and steve muczynski-guitar, vocals

demo recorded november 2009 with chris trestain.

many thanks to kyle callert and rorik brooks for their efforts in bringing the great rev to life.
also, thanks to candice, holly, stephanie, lauren, nana, & sandy for their support and sweetness.
may this recording always be in loving memory of billups...

communicate with us: greatreversals@yahoo.com.
thank you for listening and spending time with us.

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