Sean Boyer - guitar
Pierre Cormier - bass, vocals
Jud Crandall - guitar, saxophone, vocals
Luc Gagnon - keys
Alex Keleher - drums, vocals
lyrics
Abandonded cars all laugh like pock marks from a howlin' rain
Scarring sides of eastern highways in our dying days
People can't afford no photons fallin' from the sun
They fall from on high fuellin' fires well before the revolution
Peel the skin off all your children, put them all in jars
Store them underground where all their supple childrens' futures are
The world is just too small for us
I sweat to God I saw a hand reach down and lightning rods all fell
Prostrate before the powerhead that tears the Earth straight through to hell
And far beyond the reach of eyes are clouds of thousands of knives
And black horizons loom in wait to swallow up a rotting sky
The world is just to small for us now
credits
from Pilot To Gunner,
released December 22, 2012
Written and produced by Wooden Wives, Fall 2012.
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