And All Our Woe

by Pale Antique

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And All Our Woe is the first EP by Las Vegas-based music collective Pale Antique. It is released May the 19th of 2014 through independent means. For details about upcoming releases and live performances, please visit www.facebook.com/PaleAntique

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released May 19, 2014

Joshua Chévere Cohen - Vocals, Acoustic & Electric Guitars
William Boscoe Davenport - Four & Eight String Bass Guitars
Dalton Joseph Davis - Viola, First Violin, Second Violin
Ave Sanchez - Piano
Anisa Marie - Drums

With kind assistance from:
Cayce Andrew - Synthetic Elements, Percussion

Music and Lyrics by Joshua Chévere Cohen
Produced and Recorded by William Boscoe Davenport & Joshua Chévere Cohen
Mixed By William Boscoe Davenport
Mastered by Cayce Andrew

Artwork by Joshua Chévere Cohen

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Track Name: The Third Reich of Dreams
I shall never forget these
Nightmare realities
Images burned into my every thought.

The constancy of helplessness
Silent and expressionless
Like leaden figures in the sea.

No shelter from the watchful eye
The sparrows in the sky
Want me to flee like an army routed.

My angels are watching me
They are not guarding me
They know that guilt is never to be doubted.

Called out by a rasping voice
Presumptions blazing on their lips
Commands like venom dribble down
The fangs of war and battleships.

By dark of night we reproduce
In distortion what's for all to see--
Our sinister daytime world, wherein
Your labor will never set you free.

There's something more, but what else could it be?
In dreams begin responsibilities
Forbidden words are languages to speak
The cautionary sermons of the weak.

Our jokes don't make sense anymore
I don't even understand myself
In fear of the hunter, some assume
The unfortunate role and hunt themselves.

A play of my secrets cast
The mouthless gathered here to see
The theatre a sea of fingers
In condemnation all raised to me.

So take my hand, let's make the best of this
Our life without walls, cold and dangerous
To those in power, each thought is a threat
All passion spent, crescendos of regret.
Track Name: Harrowing of Hell
And though I feel my time is over now,
I still want more than I’m allowed:
To feel the strangeness of belief,
The emptiness of sinking though I’m fast asleep.
Is there a paddle left to row?
Though my request withdrawn, I would like to know
Do demons show upon my face?
Are there lines there emblazoned that I can’t erase?
And though I falter every night I still try.

Have my actions left me blind?
I always want more because I want what’s mine.
And though the fires are rushing in,
I feel so cold I cannot begin
To tell you all the things I know
About the angels laughing and the world below
It doesn’t mean that much to me anyway.

I wish that there was some other way
To help all those that I could not save…

Don’t you see the angels know my name?
They circle ‘round my house in the pouring rain.
Oh please, do not let them in!
The fire cannot claim the soul within.
And though she lies upon the floor,
Her hand trying desperately to reach the door,
I cannot help but laugh inside because I’ve won.
Track Name: Cherub Bomb
Softly screaming, shaking spinning
Everything moving, everything changing
Boiling over, and over and over
Bone pickers and the machines of night

I know — feeling the flesh ache
I know — the splintering silence
I know — the wolves on the back porch
I know — cherub bomb shooting across the sky.

Well wouldn’t you know it, it wasn’t enough
The heavens are crashing down to the ground
I know it is coming, I can’t tell when
Baptismal beginnings again and again…

I know — feeling the flesh ache
I know — the splintering silence
I know — the wolves on the back porch
I know — cherub bomb shooting across the sky.

Bring it down, bring it down,
Bring it down, bring it down,
Bring it down, bring it down,
Bring it down, bring it down...

I know — the hungry eternal
I know — the tender escape
I know — regret at the threshold
I know — Cherub Bomb shooting across the sky.
Track Name: Cruel Divisions
Let us exist in vaster space, more grand
Than earthy miles, where only dreamers see
Cosmic connections, twirling vibrant spheres,
The fairy tree, her dancers wild and free.

And with these cruel divisions behind me
There is nothing left to remind me
Of panic-stricken thoughts and sleepless nights.

Now these ghostly shapes will relieve me
Of haunting every pleasure that I seek
And every joy invites a stronger blight.

Let's deal in richer currencies, and I
though breaking 'round foundations crudely laid,
Hold fast to disbelief, my causes drawn
From a heart unchained and in woe repaid.

And with these cruel divisions behind me
There is nothing left to remind me
Of panic-stricken thoughts and sleepless nights.

Now these ghostly shapes will relieve me
Of haunting every pleasure that I seek
And every joy invites a stronger blight.

No more hellfire from the sea;
back to the paradise at the tree
We will bridge our bodies to the third: the leap
Of everlasting light, and the boundless deep
Divine the dance and sublime the song,
O blessed earth-bound beings, you get to tag along.

Perhaps, my love, there's something that we see
Far past the static white noise, the starry
Entanglements that cross the sea and beach
And serve to tether like hearts beyond reach
And like the compass and its sweep
The point cemented and the circle deep
The common song, the restless rain,
In elegant darkness, my soul's refrain,
Sings of perfect paradise regained.

And with these cruel divisions behind me
There is nothing left to remind me
Of panic-stricken thoughts and sleepless nights.

Now these ghostly shapes will relieve me
Of haunting every pleasure that I seek
And every joy invites a stronger blight.

And with these cruel divisions behind me
There is nothing left to remind me
Of panic-stricken thoughts and sleepless nights.

Now these ghostly shapes will relieve me
Of haunting every pleasure that I seek
And every joy invites a stronger blight.
Track Name: Bitter Consolation (Such Tiny Steps)
It is bitter consolation
And the writing is on the wall
There are but tiny steps to take
And so very far to fall.

It never quite seems enough
The stricken tears and labored sighs
In strained repentance offered up
To princely, sympathetic skies.

And with each step there is a pause
And great the heart-break for the soul
The lonesome traveler who breaks
And moves so slowly in this world.

And for this reason mind the wretch
That moves toward God so ponderously
Who stops and weeps at every step
In chorus with our history.

It's a bitter consolation
My tortured writing's on the wall
There are but tiny steps to take
From great heights to fortunate fall.

And with each step there is a pause
And great the heart-break for the soul
The lonesome traveler who breaks
And moves so slowly in this world.

And with each step there is a pause
And great the heart-break for the soul
The lonesome traveler who breaks
And moves so slowly in this world.