Maw

by darkturn

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about

It's wholly possible this thing could never have existed—darkturn was closer to not being a band than being one for most of last year. Nonetheless, that doesn't mean this EP should be all the more cherished, it's just funny to me that these songs exist here and now in their best possible form. I am basically floored how good this thing sounds and that this project will continue to exist into the foreseeable future. What follows is a sentimental list to express gratitude where it's deserved.

Thanks to Sean Qualls for playing the drums real good and stepping in to play when effectively this band was gonna lay down and die. Thanks to Ed Vlcek for being in every one of my stupid bands and being the best friend I could ever ask for. Thanks to Carrie Rogers who came to these songs on the strength of a favor and made them a million times better. Thanks to Travis Noonan, who didn't play on this record, but who will be touring with us and has done more behind the scenes shit than I can keep up with. Thanks to Dylan Piskula for being a friend, being awesome, coming to most of our shows, and making the best records. Thanks to Nicco Porcello for taking us into the Sad Cactus Records family and for all the wonderful stuff you've done for us already and continue to do for us.

Thanks to all the great, local Chicago bands we have had the immense pleasure to play with and to the people who make those shows happen.

credits

released July 8, 2016

Tracked @ The Owlery
Recorded & Mixed by Dylan Piskula
Mastered by Collin Jordan @ The Boiler Room
Released by Sad Cactus Records

Drums - Sean Qualls
Bass - Ed Vlcek
Backs - Carrie Rogers
Guitar/Vox - Alex Colston

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You know some girls are bright as the morning. And some are blessed with a dark turn of mind.

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Track Name: You Should Go Mad, Blacksmith
Silence is the solace
of a heart encircled.
Adam draws near
to what he most fears.

Cause if a god can break
then he’s gonna break too.

Brother, I got no advice for you.
Except to keep your mouth shut
most of the time.
Because your mind won’t
all of the time.

Cause if a god can break
then you’re gonna break too.

(Overlapping chatter made up of quotes pulled from Moby Dick)

In bed the chatter, no it won’t, subside.

Then you’ll mutter “Oh, I got to let it go.”
But you’re God will state, he’ll state, “No, I can’t let it go.”

At best you’ll go on flailing.
I’m sure you’ll find a comfort between a pair of knees.
Just be sure to guard your insides.

Cause if a god could fail you
they’re gonna fail you.

If a god could fail you,
they’re gonna fail you too.
Track Name: The Common Doom
Groaning from the alley comes
and they all pair off two-by-two.
Shoes don’t fit once their done,
dressed in code,
confused by whose hand is whose.

Their eyes are golden on the horizon.
Oh no, there’s a monster come to(o)
hunt them towards their grave.

Go on run and hide, but Amor Fati.
The best of you accept what can’t be undone.

Oh, how funny. They kick and scrape.
How useless is being-towards-death.

But I just need the family to survive the scary film.
The youth can meet their end. “Oh.”

It’s probably best to let them all die.
What’s it to you, viewer?
I mean they’re all thin from all sides.
What’s it to you, viewer?
Track Name: Rope
The ache of these mornings keep
hanging around.
But what they’re made of won’t
come ‘round, through my mouth.

Even when I tend my worries I keep
clapping awake.
Oh, spare-me-none-light
show me my name.
Tell me my name.

In all these pictures I see the same.
Biding time for the tides to flood the frame.
At the foamy mouth of this seascape,
I see the end where all is arranged.

Night pulls me forth by my feet.
And in half by my needs.

Amid the drift of soft winter light,
in the distance, a promise bellows.
(Your part close fire, soft caress.
while the other sets fire to the rest)

Thinned out by the cold.

In all these pictures I see the same.
Biding time for the tides to flood the frame.
At the foamy mouth of this seascape,
I see the end where all is erased.