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Modern alternative rock meets classical, with experimental twists here and there.
Our new album, "The Mourning After," is now online! Check it out! If you would like a physical copy, contact me at . It'll also show up on iTunes soon. It is similar to the first album but features much better production and generally more rocking songs. It again features David Pinsof on guitars, me (Ben Hantoot) on vocals and synths (though David sings "Seams" and "Venetian Airs"), and Eli Halpern behind the poetic lyrics. We're very proud of this one and hope you feel the same. If you'd like to license a song or contract us for original compositions, please, shoot me an email! Enjoy!!
Song Info
Genre
Alternative • Indie
Charts
Peak #330
Peak in subgenre #68
Author
Ben Hantoot, Eli Halpern, David Pinsof
Uploaded
July 19, 2007
Track Files
MP3
MP3 5.3 MB • 128 kbps • 5:55
Lyrics
Good evening, Miss Gallaway your place tonight is with the wife of General Hill who's currently away on business. Ah, Father Hopkins, we saved you a seat by the youthful Mrs. Smith whose belly swells. She's due in winter. In the evening, the snow has no lustre though it's colored by the blood from the gash of north and south. Blood in the river from its mouth! With meat and wine they commenced to dine. Their cheeks were flushed with wine their coats were stained. The host stood up and he called for a toast to hon or general Hill and his fine men. In the forest, Brother Johnson is remembering the hours when he could feel his legs as he drifts off in the snow. We are served we are served in a feast for worms. We are served we are served it's a banquet for the worms. We are served we are served in a feast for worms. We are served we are served we will all have our turn! In the evening, the snow has no lustre though it's colored by the blood from the gash of north and south. In the forest, Brother Johnson is remembering the hours when he could feel his legs as he drifts off in the snow.
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