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Prose

by Words for Penga

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1.
I’ve become convinced that nothing we can say will matter And even if it did There’s no one left to hear We shout into the void without echoes to comfort us I’ve been building a brand new religion trying to find the words I need to breathe just to keep myself alive. Through this song I am building a pyramid. It is not glamorous work and do not let anyone tell you otherwise. It is hours of backbreaking labor in the hot sun— dragging stone mile after mile without apparent design. It is important to remember this when building pyramids, but it is not the most important thing. No. What we must never forget— what we must whisper to ourselves after thousands of years when we wake up alone—is that the tomb of the pharaoh is not the pharaoh. It is the hole we make to remind us that our gods will die. Oh, they’re all laughing at me. Watching me fail My head is on the anvil Always on the anvil I have let myself forget what has and hasn’t happened yet Desperation has played upon my fears But these problems are less than they appear I’ve been letting metaphors I’ve been letting metaphors I’ve been letting metaphors I’ve been letting metaphors I’ve been letting metaphors Been letting metaphors And all these metaphors Control my life It’s all in my mind, it’s all in my mind God knows, that these problems exist just in my head.
2.
I Cover All 05:54
Centralia will be erased Perhaps it’s for the best No phoenix will rise up Man’s ashes are final The ground opens up and all falls away Houses are empty and start to decay There’s nothing left here Move on. But everything we lost is replaced by something new This town is not a phoenix. It’s a new life form. And this is how an icon is born, by tearing apart the mundane And this is where the pilgrims will walk looking for these American Saints And they bring questions for the fire We burnt a temple Watch them come Centralia, I’m happy for you, yes I really am. You never had too great a reason to live for And it must have felt like making love to the sunrise. I often wonder about us. Centralia, are we evolving too? Walk with me and I’ll show you that everything we’ve built is just a mirror of how we wish to be perceived. This is the truth. We have lost all concept of who defines who. We change and build new structures, but do they change us? Some days I just can’t feel whole. Do cities ever feel this way? Are we just places? Are we just places? Are we just places? How do we know? We all hope to grow through these disasters, but we can’t last forever.
3.
I tried to transcend what we were given But I melted my wings and fell to the sea Now, go and write the poems Go and paint the landscapes None of your artworks are able to save me
4.
we learned how to walk we learned how to speak we learned how to read forgot how to breathe we learned to believe in the things that we’ve seen they ask that we try so we learned how to lie Wake up Wake up this is the age to move in silence Wake up Walk with me on the bottom of the ocean don’t fear for wasted hours the short lives we live last a long fucking time This is the age that we learn to accept that everything generally will be okay this is the lie that we all choose to make up that just alright will be worth it someday all weak, all weak, all weak, all weak They say they saw him wave you’re not wiser when you’re older you’re not wiser when you’re older you’re not wiser when you’re older you’re not wiser – you’re just older Walk with me on the bottom of the ocean don’t fear for wasted hours the short lives we live last a long fucking time This is the age to let your insight drip away This is the time to regress And if I had to live through all of this again I don’t think I would.
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Skinny Bells 09:44
When I look out of that window There’s nothing waiting on the other side The light pouring from the lighthouse Will not help the glowing fish to hide We can’t be sewn to The hoists we hang from The light pouring from the lighthouse Will not help the glowing fish tonight I hide what I hide from Horse meat in the dog food here Catskills in the duck pond too I’ve been dieting on gears So I rattle when I move Horse meat in the dog food here Catskills in the duck pond too I’ve been dieting on gears So I rattle when I move Dust on my stethoscope So all I hear are tiny feet Dusting off my old stethoscope Trying to listen to the feast Dust on my stethoscope Rust on the gears Stomach lining bleeding for years Dust on my stethoscope Rust on the gears Man made of mirrors Man made of mirrors Guts Skin of the bells Smash up the flumes Transfuse We need wet blood Skin the bells Skin the bells Skin the bells bells, bells The dust pouring from the meat house Will not bring your skinny bells to light
6.
Drown 07:14
Pieces of Jade collect in our gaze And we dream of stages far from near Points on a line become places to hide And you shout them back to us Regurgitate the reference they made Pretend it’s a prayer Just come up for air And I won’t mind. We all go to North Carolina when we die And I know that it’s past time I’ve gone to South Carolina in my mind And you don’t even care Just come up for air Just come up for air Just come up for air Just come up Just come up for air (Oh’s and Ah’s) Just come up for air And I won’t mind. We all go to North Carolina when we die And I know that it’s past time I’ve gone to South Carolina in my mind We are all in the water And it flows towards our home Waist deep in the water But we’re still close to home Neck deep in the water But we're all close to home We all go to North Carolina when we die And I don’t mind

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The debut album from progressive rock band Words for Penga, recorded in Minneapolis MN.

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released May 1, 2015

All music written by Zack Baltich, Ben Baltich, Colton Clouse, Peter Schurke and Alec Osthoff

Produced, Engineered, Mixed, and Mastered by Colton Clouse
Assisted by Zaque Pangburn

Artwork by Maggie Royce

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Words For Penga Minneapolis, Minnesota

Words For Penga is a progressive rock band based out of Minneapolis, Minnesota, USA.  
All members agree that they were inspired early on by forward thinking bands that push boundaries in song writing. Some of these include Between the Buried and Me, Modest Mouse, Bon Iver, Explosions in the Sky, In Flames, and many more. Words For Penga writes dynamic music with surprises around every turn. ... more

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