I watch the sun fall into a thousand silent shards. Blinded, I bask where it all comes to pool. Suddenly everything's okay. But they're building right on top of me, and bearing gifts made out of my own bones. I hear the broken waves sing…

We're cut off like the burden of branches. And we are all dropped, down the well. The sweetness of not having ventured or ever gained much, down the well. I'm swimming with my old friends. we don't need no rope. We were caught with…

The coveting of mystery is not what it used to be. So silent, we sway as if there was nothing wrong. So I keep away from me as you get the best of me. This violent reaction brings longing and painful new poison. This humbling history is…

We are stolen in both bedlam and peace. Our riddance is good for queen and country. Take these pieces and break them into threes. You slip right out of your self, and I watch the empty vessel fall away. We are left holding both the scissors…

I've been tinkering with this one for a week or two. It still needs vocals, and to have the midi drums swapped out with live drums, and some tighter bass work, but it's coming along.

Extravagant and clean and practised, oh, so very well, they pose and fall and knead and climb, unclothed yet practical. The ceiling sets the scene and I am reminded not to go. I'm at the mercy of this posthumous woe. Never seen again…

This one sat around for quite a while collecting dust until I picked it up a couple days ago and started tinkering with it. I think I like it.

ANOTHER ONE with no vocals yet. sorry. heh.

This is essentially a memorial for my little brother, about guilt and blame and the voids therein. I've recorded it a few times over the years, and this is the version we recorded with initial hopes of including it on Novella Minor, but it just…

This was originally intended to be track 5 on "Novella Minor." Somehow, "Take" ended up getting the vote. Personally, I'd rather this one was there, but whatever. Silent and on Fire I bent down to pick up clouds and look for you. Felt…

We wrote it and recorded the basic bits in December, 2009, but I didn't add vocals for quite some time. It's a sketch of something that will end up on our second LP, whenever that comes into fruition. For now, here it be. -Rain A Piece of…

This is a far from finished version of a new song. I have lyrics for it, but haven't recorded any vocals yet. I'll repost it when it's a little more completed. For now though, I'm anxious to post it even as it is. Hope you can dig on it. -Rain

This is the title track from our three song EP. The other two songs, "Still," and "Pretend I'm Dead" ended up on the LP, "Novella Minor," but we left this one out, not being happy with the overall recording, and feeling that there were songs that…

This is something I did on my own a couple years ago that we're thinking of tackling as a band and including on our sophomore LP. It certainly has some different textures than what we're prone to churning out, so the re-arrangement process will…

Track 11 on Novella Minor. Sort of the climax to the story, if the album can be taken as a story, before the conclusion in Steppes. One of our more energetic/driving songs. On its own, it's about the moment you realize someone you've long admired…

track 5 from Novella Minor. Probably actually my least favourite song on the album. In retrospect, I would like to have replaced it with something different, but it's kind of carved in stone now. I mean, it's not terrible, it just doesn't really…

track 4 from Novella Minor.

Track 2 from the album Novella Minor. Started as an acoustic track that I brought to practice one day, and then it turned into this. Means to an End So what's that you're reading? I promise you, I don't know the name. I choose between me and…

This is brand spankin' new. Now, I forget to bring my audio-interface to practice with me last night, so we just set up a room mic. It's a seriously dirty dirty mix. But, I think it's the heaviest song we've written so far, and I can't wait to…

Track 8 on the album. Safety in Patterns I dream right through you. Bring home the damage to sift through. As I tear and fold you, I feel strange and fall through. Rub your eyes. Scour the clause. I must def+ine what it is that I'm not. Turpentine…