Preclusion I

by Patch

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1.
Metaphors 02:56
Bright lights in my sights Painting pantomimes They whisper diatribes Consummate my preternatural guise Extensions of myself are piled high on the floor Acting out in ways I’ve never acted before Over time I start behaving like they do more and more Is there a chance I could become my metaphors? How far can they push me? . . . They taint my brilliant lights Dim them into pointless lines Missionary bottom to their thrusts I’m submissive to my Misfit Trust I’ve become rapist effigies, A red dressed woman on her knees, Suicidal prodigies killing off their mental enemies, A heart too big for its own good spilling blood over love misunderstood, And now a Sailor eating bullets on crimson sands, In my mirrors, who the fuck is looking back? How far can I push them? (How far can they push me?) . . . Who has taken the reins today?
2.
Forw(o)rd 04:38
SAILOR: Moon above seems to light only my waves My own light, a feeble underdog to the lunar face This boat it hardly rocks, is this a calm before a storm? Between two shores, the light behind emits a soothing norm And the light to which I aspire resembles fire-- To the unknown, I sail with many a tote Filled to the brim are future musings for my weary throat “On Veins and Nothing”, “Static”, “Karmath”, many of my blackened hearts I’m a full fledged Private registered under the pretext of “Art” All could be gained to me All could be lost-- They say that what really counts is not the journey’s end But the steps before that add to your transcendence Yet my “happy steps” consist of only Try, Try Again Ironically the fuel to my oars are all the ones who tripped and pulled the pin This grenade knows who you are . . .
3.
SAILOR: Looking at the stars, looking at the czars I can make it, I can make it if I only hold on You taught me how to sing, how to act, how to dance How to fuck, fuck, fuck and drink my head away “Tonight Tonight is the beginning of the rest of your life So grab the bull by the horns and get Made, Paid, Laid And by the way We believe in you, we believe in you, we believe in you, we believe in you” So they buy up a place of unreal estate In a sector called “Hope” through a conjugate We join hands and we smile and we celebrate I can’t shake off the feeling that they’ll desecrate Commit robbery in the worst degree Friends turn into enemies And thrown out down the drain An abortion of another dream I know what you’d like To smoke, drink, fuck every night The small print on the deal Said “devotion isn’t real” So take the money and run Fueled by mistakes and the sight of Cloud 9 I brought them in, one by one, with a promise divine Of Art, of Truth, the components that are missing in this fickle falling world Where only power chords shine Well, one left for money One in shame And countless others who held fast to the Simplicity Game You, I did nothing but help you out You, you gave me nothing but the seed to sprout the curse Of altruism helps nobody in the end except the ones with no remorse To take advantage of a friend But they believe in me, they believe in me Well, belief doesn’t play a guitar for me Nor does it hit skins or tickle ivory You fell between the cracks Built with the void of all you lack And thrown out down the drain And abortion of another dream I know what you’d like To smoke, drink, fuck every night The small print on the deal Said “devotion isn’t real” I hope you’re fairing well on the other side And will you step up to me? And will you step up to me? And will you step up to me? I know you won’t
4.
Memory Bells 03:02
SAILOR: They pushed me out here Amongst the waves by their inaction I am the fuel, I am the fire The only vessel chasing my desires Before I left I thought I’d find some hidden blemishes And so I forged a string of bells Reminding me of why and where and when and how I got here That one was you – I “thank” you When all the hate I’ve felt for me is used up I’ll know this backwash is because of you Thank god I’ve got my memory bells Thank god I know I came from a town where all the lame broke ground Took up residence in whiskey coated residue, afraid of letting go Letting go of our betrothed Youths We forgot our plans Until in came a Man Spouting what we were afraid to hear We took up oars and threw away our limbolian beers It was my hands that sealed my fate enlisting for the War How much can I blame on me when his winds of change blew down my door? Thank god I’ve got my memory bells When all the hate I’ve felt for me is used up I’ll know this backwash is because of him If I were to take a bullet for my cause I’ll know who to give a “favor” back to Myself, him or all of you
5.
THE RECRUIT: Good people, Have you ever felt a pull in your head? A nagging voice that’ll never quit? What if I told you of a place that exists, Made for you and all the crimes you’ll commit Friends, I hail from that very place A victor who sailed to prestige I visit you now to share my winnings Of which you all, too, have a token to seize THE LAME: Yes, we hear your words You’re someone like us Yes, heal our wounds And take us away!!! THE RECRUIT: I am the path the ambitious all fight to walk But I don’t hold a gun to your head It won’t be easy but neither is the static That Youth embraces within her rigid bed I am the way, I am your lives I am what you all wish to be And I can promise you, no matter what you do You’ll find your soul’s stake in Possibility THE LAME: Yes, we hear your words You’re someone like us Yes, heal our wounds And take us away!!! THE RECRUIT: I can lead you from this waste A limbo to which you feel you’re bound Across the Sea of Chance we’ll sail ‘til we reach the Promise Ground La dee da . . . Hold your heads up high Open up your weary eyes Hold a steady poise Long live the man who drowns his inner boy!! THE LAME: La dee da . . .
6.
*Instrumental
7.
SAILOR: Remember when I held the Draft in my trembling hand All that morning light couldn’t shine a drop on our broken band You saw my eyes, tears of fear and loss, oh, I needed you Your eyes were dry, your rigid lips replied, “This love’s past due.” YOUTH: Our love isn’t gone, it’ll never be gone But when we’re through there’ll be nothing new Instead of making it worse for you as the bullets and bombs kill off our youth Please, can I bestow myself as a Goodbye, Gone And not as another Hello? SAILOR: Remember how you were the first to take my cold and make it warm The lessons of growth, I always fell back on you during my days of reform So where are you now? Is it hidden inside of this stony mirage you call your last goodbye? If this is it, the end of us, throw caution to the wind and let’s stand as allies one last time YOUTH: But I told you Our time has run And all my goodbyes have been Said and done Our love isn’t gone, it’ll never be gone And when we’re through there’ll be nothing new Instead of making it worse for you as the bullets and bombs kill off our youth Please, can I bestow myself as a Goodbye, Gone And not as another Hello? SAILOR: But that’s not what I need, no So I turn to face the sea that all traverse when comes the call, tried and grown Take a first step in a leap of faith, I’m stripped and bare Alone Winds of change don’t blow me down! Winds of change don’t blow me down! YOUTH: Our love isn’t gone, it’ll never be gone But now we’re through there’ll be nothing new Instead of making it worse for you I’ve made it horrible for myself How can I bestow a chance for you to make another Hello?

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Patch's second EP, and the first of the Preclusion two-part album.

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released August 19, 2014

Patch is:
Peter Kenyon
Jeannie D.
Nathanael Lew
Gus Watkins

All songs written and composed by Peter Kenyon

Produced by Peter Kenyon and Gus Watkins
Recorded at Karmath Studio and Sleepywood Dojo (March '13 - March '14)
Mixed and Mastered by Merritt Benton
Assisted by Eric Elvendahl

Cover photo: Mrfiza
Graphic design: Gus Watkins
Art concept: Peter Kenyon

THANK YOU:
Matt Copeland, Greg Strom, Joseph Hyrkas, Schuyler Tsuda, Michael Duffy, Alexavier Collado, Julie Thor, Michael Cullen-Benson, Pao Thor, Joe Rowan, Carl Nyflot, Eric Elvendahl, Lucas Price, Cindy Ivy, Chad Rhiger, Kathleen Barnhart, Robyn Schindeldecker, Casey Virden Benson

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Patch Minneapolis, Minnesota

PATCH is a progressive indie rock band based out of the Twin Cities area. The music sounds like a lovechild wrought from a tryst between Nine Inch Nails, Queens of the Stone Age and darker Arcade Fire. All of the material is written and conceived by Peter Kenyon.

Currently, the band is a 4-piece, with Peter Kenyon (vocals), Jeannie Dee (guitars), Max Lewis (Bass), Zack HS (Drums).
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