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*Full album download includes the previously unreleased demos of Vanguard Battle Hymn, Weary Travelers Rest, and Life On the Grain Belt. *All physical purchases come with full album download code that also includes the aforementioned unreleased demos.
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Recorded at the Meltface Mansion in Nashville, TN by Rob McKinney with assistance from Mikey Allred. Mixed and produced by Across Tundras and Rob Mckinney. Mastered by Matt Legrow.
released March 12, 2010
T.G. Olson - Guitars, Drones, Vocals, Lyrics
Matt Shively - Bass
Nate Rose - Drums
Shannon Murphy - Vocals on "Stone Crazy Horse"
Scottie Gilbert - Electric Sitar on "Fallin' to the Nether" and "Rainmaker-Floodreaper"
Sundown on Indian Summer. The bending light is breaking. The sound is living and breathing. Swift as clouds and other forms so fleeting. A Devil hand upon me to do his bidding. When the front line gave we retreated into the caves. Living in darkness and whispers. No comforting forms before my eyes. Dreaming of the green earth from my blackspace. To the thunder snow sky...
Track Name: Fallin' to the Nethers
When I fall to the Nethers. Spirit flys from this old shell. Still air hangs on a feather. Hope for no Heaven. Pray for no Hell. Just play a simple song upon the funeral bell. "A beautiful river flows" from cloud cities above, to the canyons lowest road.
Track Name: Weary Travelers Rest
When your broken engine stalls on long deserted tracks, take a walk through the nameless town time blew off the map. I heard a rusted chime sing "how I longed for the open road and finding at the end my home." Hearth sinking into the earth, a fossil from a bone. Wondering how far its roots have spread and grown. I heard a far off whistle sing "on the open road, eternally my steel wheels roam." Been movin' from the day I was born. Been movin' from the day I was born. I heard my lonesome dog sing and I longed for the warmth of home standing on deserted tracks alone. Get movin' on my way to your door. Been movin' from the day I was born.
Track Name: Stone Crazy Horse
I rode down from my old town, solitary to the lowgrounds. Where mystery lies beneath the fog line. The shadow of spirits chasing light. When I rode through the Black Hills of blue, shaking in my boots, some kind of spectral sight. Who stood before my eyes in amazing blinding light? Thasunka Witco on a pale horse to the sky. Riding beneath the loneliest star. On a trail to the light. I slowed down and tied my "Heroine" around a tree near the hallowed ground. In a thick haze of lost sunrays, tracks winding into a strangely calming fright. When I walked to Thasunka Witco, voices surrounding me, "khoyakiphela he?" Who rode by my side through wind and rain all night? Thasunka Witco on a stone horse to the sky. Riding beneath the loneliest star. On a trail to the light.
Track Name: Life on the Grain Belt
Meet me up on the borderline for a twisting and turning hell of a time. On a trail called the "Death Kiss" hard hearts you will find scratching and clawing to survive. Lets go down to the big town tonite. Raise Cain 'til they have us running for our lives. Gone in the blink of road weary eye. Straining to stay open on the drive. I was scratching and clawing to surive. Lady luck hit me with a lightning strike. The cattle drive! Gravel road kicking dust up into a wake, to the fading city lights that give you no break. In my mirrrors sinking, downgrade put it out of sight. To the fading city lights that give you no break. I went down to big town one nite. Drank to hard living when you ain't got a dime. Stepped in the path of "Old Lightning Strike." He was gunnin' and I was runnin' for my life. Meet me up on the borderline for a twisting and turning hell of a time. On a trail called the "Death Kiss" hard hearts you will find scratching and clawing to survive.
Track Name: Rainmaker - Floodreaper
Tumbleweed tumbles with no home. Ten years as the stone does roll. Bone dry or dead soaked, it's a long and lonely road. Can't lay my old roots down in the cold and barren ground. Then the wind blew so hard one nite, over a great river to where the hills roll high. Tumbleweed veins grew green overnite.