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Slings & Arrows

by Old Thunder

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DeafestChase
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DeafestChase A great mix of styles from doom to black. An impressive debut. Emotive and engaging from start to finish. Also, a great Katatonia cover in there as well. Favorite track: June 2, 1910.
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Paul Schwarz Do NOT love it. Actually cannot really be bothered with it. Even to "hide" it - fuck that shit! Favorite track: Our Fields Are Burning.
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Wonderbox Metal Be sure to check this out - quality Atmospheric Sludge/Doom. Read the review here - wp.me/p3zRmN-22Q Favorite track: Sinking.
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1.
It is the portion of every man to strive and to toil and to suffer, for he is born out of time conflicted, out of unexpectation - born between loins of pain an of joy. And there is in all of this the persistent truth that all is vanity and all is chasing after the wind. From dust we came, and to dust we shall return. All, all is vanity.
2.
June 2, 1910 09:38
This cursing and striving and toiling A burden on our name Drug through the dirt and covered And buried in shame Born from a womb of rebellion and illness You are the end of our days Severing Mother's cord And our own line Camphor and sulphur filled my lungs In your former days I breathed vapors Of your innocence and your purity in sarsparilla twilight When time still bore weight Like iron on the sea floor Red dress betrayal on an April night A deal made long before To our dismay and disproof Our brother, mute, dumb, and afflicted, Dug up your transgression Amber eyes turn away from us I hate him for ruining you. I hate you for ruining me. False confessions to cover your whoring around And father only half-believed We stood naked and nervous Covered in nothing but night I will hold you in this horror, this hell As time is destroyed under my blood Thievery in houses unkempt Deceit upon my dresser but not looking but at me in the dusty mirror Fabric of time torn under my life I will hold you in this horror, this hell As I drown under summer twilight And inhale camphor burning my lungs This letter will not be good until tomorrow And when He says rise my blue eyes will rise Through fathomed depths to see Glory
3.
Sinking 06:42
Blackened core Contagious soul disease You are the cancer that just moved in Needles under your mattress Give me the only narrative I'll ever need Our center cannot hold All that was and is and could ever be has dried Withered Rotting and writhing under a noonday sun Terminal decline of our condition The walls crumble and fade as we fill dead air With empty words, with nothing Your lies are ivy growing up the walls We buried you 'neath the floorboards and considered it done A heaving sigh of relief passed our lips Our line has ended But your blood has corrupted us This cancer passed down By sin-bearing, abandoning fathers Every whisper brings a scream to my ears Every slightest touch brings decay A flourish of hate draws a line in the sand We are a house divided. Watch us crumble. We are a house divided and dead. The house of Usher is no more.
4.
Rainroom 06:44
5.
The song you sing is a long dusty exhale, the last in a frail body of pride. We watched decay enter your frame. Low tide covers your stained wood floor with disuse. Wallpaper peels off to reveal the scabs of decades, your walls teeming with insects. They spoke to me in hissing tongues, serpentine and sly, and took their lordship of a sinking foundation.

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EP recorded in June 2014.

Music and lyrics by D.G., written between 2012-14
Engineered, mixed, and mastered by Nathan Dickerson
Visual design by Karlie Stewart

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released September 4, 2014

D.G. - All instruments, vocals, and lyrics

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Old Thunder Kentucky

Solo studio project based in northeastern KY. Old Thunder explores themes of suffering, loss, and redemption, inspired by life and literature alike.

Defunct as of early 2018. Thanks for the support.

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