RED MTN

by Case and Ctrl

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"Red MTN" is Case and Ctrl's second recording.

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released 29 November 2013

All songs written and performed by Case and Ctrl. "RED MTN" was engineered and mixed by Robert Cheek and Paurl Walsh at Red Room Recording and ExEx Audio (Seattle, WA). Mastered by Brandon Busch at Sound Media Productions (Seattle). Artwork by Nat Damm.

Andrew Grapes, Josh Grapes, Josh Machniak, and Blair Maman are Case and Ctrl.


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Track Name: French Bells
Little disaster running home, running home
I can see you
Little disaster where you going, where you going
I can see you

I wanna say what's in my head
I should have known, I should have known

The faceless ungrateful make archons and angels
All at once unastounding like a commerce of candy
The fright that returns you to desperate for answers
A cure to release you from virtue and candor

No distance to safety too great to disarm me
No distance to safety too great to disarm me
Track Name: Home
Home is where my head hurts
Blurred figures, sick animals
If I'm surrounded, believe me

Believe me, if I'm surrounded

Gone the slow summers
and simple things
Monsters gigantic,
but they fade away

It burns me, it frees me

Oh can it be, time sets us free
Oh can it be, time sets us free

Home is where my head hurts
If I'm surrounded, believe me
Track Name: Axes, Ashes
Axes, ashes gild the ground
Golden palace gone for now
Gone, but phantoms whisper sounds
Their scattered bones in frozen ground
Shadows moving, case and control

The time for war has come again
Flames on the horizon, but we are not alone

We are.
Track Name: Chains in the Attic
These thin walls and shadows give what haunts you away
When the past writes the ransom, the present will pay
with a chorus of cannon, that we've suffered and then some
I hear chains in the attic when the dead speak your name

I remember when, choices that we made
I remember when, those were golden days

Did you get rid of your ghosts
Did you get rid of your ghosts

It's a puzzle on pages, a picture without which the answer we could not know

Did you get rid of your ghosts