by Bow & Spear

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released July 29, 2015

All music and lyrics by Bow & Spear
Bow & Spear is
John Bergman – Drums
Megan Edgin – Bass, vocals
David Ritter – Guitar, vocals

Recorded and mixed by Damian Wiseman at Soapbox Studios in Chicago, IL in March-April 2015
Mastered by Carl Saff
Cover image by Chris Dye
Logo and lettering by Leslie Herman



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Bow & Spear Chicago, Illinois

Chicago's very own Crucial Taunt cover band

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Track Name: Paper Tones
Come back and stay, a notion much too much to entertain
A fluid coconstitution and reflect the illusion
Insane, erased, in the comingled melodies across your face
Endless interims lounging in the steeps of a drowned ring

I had a feeling that my breeding was a clock clicking down,
I made a deal when I was too diffused to cry or to crown
An amnion so wound I can't cut it with sound

Pull back, stray away, greedily consume through somatic states
And it just so happens I can match your dispassion
Come back, flood away, navigate the circuits to the surface break
The method's endured, I'm sure, for all its virtue

Cut it, cut it
Track Name: Doubtless
Everything is forgiven
The ecstasy you take in ruin
The closeness there rescinded
And I'm indebted as you've given

I made a game that I can't win
But if you'll play then I'll join in
My interests are sized to fill your distance,
Still concern cultivates indifference

And I'm banking on your apathy
Cause it's so hard to just believe
That what you do is how it's seen

And it's already an overreach
To be the king and queen of bankruptcy
You know, you've really grown on me

It won't last
As nothing ever will
Accept this
And doubt it

Doubtless he's with dull dispassion for any gift that sticks with traction, you know how quick the grit can get ingrained
Doubtless she is clear as mirrors, better this than to have seen her, you know you wear it on your face for all your style
Your gifts and wiles
You wear it plain
A sore, a stain
Track Name: The Swelter Season
Another swelter season is due to thaw the stagnant and break the cool
And the streets seep blue and bled like molten fountainheads
And if the whistling key is tuned, they will come craning to view
We can harvest all our contents. We like our young men dead

And their sons will inherit their names and ever after remain
But if the passage just doesn't fit right, we can defer it a while
An imbalance easily maintained, uniquely the same
You can inculcate the decay and dig into me the same
Track Name: Health
Wealth of nations, drain it
Infect and occupy
The expectation can belie
That you're utterly upended
in not being real exceptions to the bagged eye, debt-slave, drone strike, male gaze, medicate compromise.
And does it get alright? It's already inside.
I'm weightless and sublime, all things fade with time

Get back, get back, get back.
Track Name: Void Boy
I was born with no reaction alight and beset and possessed by absent hands of brute that I couldn't understand
I was born askew in the motion, dug heels, rotten seeds inside the dirt, it's a drag when you're being drawn apart
Cold torpor and inanimate tides, we met one another in our appetite for dying and said "Alright, I can always stomach the dirt, and stomach some more,"
and remain invulnerable to the static and safe
it means absolutely nothing but more than I can say, and it's alright
It's alright if there's nothing to mean

Cause I'm a void boy, and I feed on distraction
and the thing staring back at me is just white refraction
Cause I'm a void boy, and a whale is in the deep
and my tongue's reaching to learn other words we'll never speak

Sting clinging in the fixtures and tides, though we're much too much embedded and all intertwined in the design of the vacant and the bottomless black to settle at that
And now speaking well before when this has all capsized, here will be home for a little while, and it's alright, it's alright to go, either's right

Cause I'm a void boy, and I feed on distraction
and the thing staring back at me, well it's white refraction
Cause I'm a void boy, and a whale is underneath
and my head will break and burn on the words we couldn't read

Drowned in the deep