Plebeian's Processional
1. Plebeian I
2. Father Mars
3. I Stole This T-Shirt from a Friend
4. Dog & Bone
5. Plebeian II
6. Addison
7. Hunger/Credence
8. Bovine Stride
9. Talk Away
10. Brooklyn
11. All I Know
Father Mars
I’ll sit here pretty in disguise
I watch the tear drop from your eye
You yell in pain at your demise
I’ll show your father your tear stained eyes
When the father mars comes crashing
Light will blind in fearless flashing
Journey comes for new heard callings
And many will follow your fearless fight for mars
He comes in flying from the sky
With novocaine dripping from his eyes
A single strike in lush surprise
The mother braces for her life
Chilling winds from the north
Struck me violently to the core
The father locks the golden door
And many will follow his fearless fleeing from the sun
Dog & Bone
Went to a play last Saturday
Unrequited foes, send off
The sots would drink all the pain away
And burn their palms ’til they’re soft
To test their limits without the water
To feel some other way, forget they wasted the day
My minds obscured by love’s desire
To find a way to say, I want you every day
But nothing at all falls from my tired lips, all shaken
Drenched from my chin to my scars
Comes a day, we’ll be mistaken
Maybe you’ll want to be in my arms
When we first met I felt otherwise
Not fish, but a dog with a bone
Bothered but precious, my beggar’s eyes
I tried to choose but I’m lone
I can’t help but think of your tender ways
Asleep but so warm in our home
The hate I feel towards my desperate haze
And troubled I feel in my bones
Hunger/Credence
So far, the same
Too hot for anyone
So hard to tame
So hard to smother
What ever came of the olden days?
Lost in the voices, their bitter ways
Holding out for the credence I want
Too close for comfort, their freedom, their taunts
So far, so lame
Still hot and bothered
Still lost the gamer
Too lost for hunger
Hunger for anyone, holding my breath
Taste all the better ones, hating the depth
Credence for everyone, touching my chest
Hunger for everyone, tasting my breath
Brooklyn
I fell awake forever
I don’t care for no one else but
I will feel her falling as she
Screams my name, all the same
I called you my fear, my favorite type of love
Forever and forever more
I’ll wait for you
I cannot see your plea for privy
Faces to lick you new shoes clean
Their lips are hidden, mars just waits
A forgotten world full of lust was flattened
Oh, my chasing
Hold and embrace him
Pious crazy ladies watching
7pm TV for noon entertainment
Kingdoms fall when cordial glasses
Break and shatter
Fragments of a perfect body
Tried and tied up
In a race for second place
Out of her window, I saw plastic people
Watching false prophets
And preaching to the huddled masses
All the way, feeling sane
In your striped suit and Sunday shoes
Burning, alone, your scented candle
Wax perfume fills all her creases
I will wait for yesterdays mistakes
I held you tightly in my palms of sweat
So long old friend
Hold me
Dark black coffee breaks of danger
Speaking in her silent tongues
With milk and honey, and her pink sheets
Violet let his new toy break
When he asked her for another light
To burn the ashes, she let him inhale
When lungs are week they wheeze in
Chorus sounds
In silent voices
Pages spin in salted water
Hotter with the candles she laid out
After a day of stress
In baked perfume, smell the air
The lavender that she had sprayed
When she woke up in warm spring air
In Brooklyn
I Stole This T-Shirt from a Friend
There’s something else I haven’t told you
I’ve never seen the herons fly
The skunk was doing his thing in private
Counting down the days until he dies
The preachers pray upon the taken
The dairy grows cold as the day collapsed
The taunts of fauna in the sun that they bake in
Slip away into the duff filled path
There’s nothing left in this country
The river runs drier than these bones
My skin is cracked, my tongue is thirsty
And my hunger is too much to hold
I stole this t-shirt from a friend
He had lost his foot, born without it
It’s an old shirt that he made into tie-dye
Its faded green and baby blue that really caught my eye
We went to a music camp in Sweden, Maine
He had chronic back problems and always complained
I don’t know what instrument he used to play
I just knew he always skipped class, in his bunk he lay
There’s nothing left in the silo
It’s all dry as the cattle’s coming home
There’s nothing more we can desire
As we gaze upon what we have stole
He was kicked out one morning for smoking weed
With his chronic back pains, its probably what he needs
And though at the time I didn’t smoke weed
I always thought about it, just him and me
In the woods, by the lake
Must’ve been one hell of a spot to get baked
And count the stars above Sweden, Maine
That reflect upon the lake all the same
Addison
Oh Addison
Duty so great, which wit so poor as mine
Oh Addison
So pure and fair bestowed with Celandine
Hand in hand, with your fantasy
You show him off, its injustice
Maybe soon, Ill be there instead
Maybe soon, he’ll dead, I know, Its just in my head
Oh Addison
Duty so great, which wit so poor as mine
Oh Addison
So pure and fair bestowed with Celandine
Hold back all your travesties
They’re pretty much just confusion
Rev it up, and let it loose
Don’t tell me about problems I won’t hear
Tell me what more I can do to win you over
All my propositions Addison
Talk Away
Talk away, my son, you were holding hands
With the air
Smiling face, so young, you’re a better man
But your sigh’s grown cold
In the air it’s a sign your old
Don’t wait for another time
In the early air tonight
Watch over me
I stand her in my prime
I loved her gentle eyes
Come talk to me
I’ll talk you see
Watch as I hold my breath
Until he tries to heal your sins and
Walks away with no
Feeling other than his satisfaction
With his thoughts
He collects all he can before he
Goes to sleep, every week
He needs a helping hand
He recruits all he can until his
Church begins to rot
He sits and watches helpless as they
Crawl away with his
Thoughts of good and bad
He waits another day
Hey, just stay another day
Hey, I’ll find a better way
Hey, give me another try
Hey, I want you in my life
All I Know
Hate yourself, it’s all I know
Hate me
Taste your breath and feel your bones
Taste me
Raise your glass and let it go
Break me
Claw at my limbs as you take me whole
Take all my control
All music and lyrics composed and arranged by Kevin Wulf
Recorded by Shanne Garcia, Jasper Zeray, & Kevin Wulf
Drums on 'Dog & Bone' engineered by Anthony Campbell
Performed by Kevin Wulf
On 'Hunger/Credence' :
Ben Cuomo / Baritone Saxophone
Jaya Franceschini / Tenor Saxophone
Background vocals on 'T-Shirt' and 'Talk Away' by Shanne Garcia
Produced by Kevin Wulf
Mastered by Joe Ippolito
Cover design by Kevin Wulf and Ethan Laird
Photo taken by Ethan Laird