A Foundry

by Amos val

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04:39
2.
07:17
3.
05:20

about

This record is a rebirth for us in a lot of ways, as we added two
new members to the group. With the addition of the new rhythm section came an overall drive and fluid transitioning to our song writing, along with tracking together live, making A Foundry move much like a dynamic classical suite.

Nathan Jurgensen: guitar/vocals
James McGaha: guitar
Cameron Clowers: bass
Sam Appelbaum: drums

credits

released 02 December 2014

Written and recorded by Amos val.
Mixed by Josh Campbell.
Mastered by Chris Vita at Vita Mastering.
Artwork by Anthony Fusaro.

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Track Name: Rest
Bury my body but keep my memory
Preserve each except the last memory
No language here but let the grass grow
And please stop for me I am stone

The sound of my name will come with no answer
My bones will be silent
But the final blow will be dealt by pen in hand
And I’ll become nothing again
Track Name: Determinism
An explosion of motion
The day lies open
Condemned by the inherent value of a breathe
I was born and meaning was built in

I’m sick at the prospect of a cage but maybe it’s easier
And if every choice I’ve made is for nothing then I cannot truly exist

Has what's gone before determined what is?
Severing the heads of all who claim freedom

How condemned I feel

To action and reaction, burdened with contempt,
choked by doubt, commanded to love

Tied to the incessant bluster of gods with animals heads,
munching holes in each other's pale golden horns,
the sanctity of war

Some enchanted morning senility will be upon me.
And when my body begins to cool, let it be