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Meet the Sunsetters.

Elsie Carr, Paul Blackwood, Fin Jensby, Remy Larson, and Degan Allen were some Americans who met in college and started a band. They spent some time getting used to each other and writing a few things, then signed onto BMB Records and wasted no time, getting an album out as soon as they could.

That album was...

THE MYTHOLOGY OF EMPATHY
The first Sunsetters album by Blind Man's Book

Eight songs in nine tracks, introducing us to midi rock, introducing us to Fear songs, introducing us to Jordan and Lindsay as composers. (This album was primarily Lindsay's compositions, Jordan's editing; later albums will divide composition more evenly.)

We've already talked some about the making of this album and compiled it into a Commentary Booklet, which comes with the album download. But in the interest of fleshing out this page, I'll include the text here too, in a box, right next to the lyrics.

(Note for mobile users: Commentary will follow the lyrics, just keep scrolling down.)

LYRICS

Drowning Under the Influence

Late night, come in from the fog
Wife'll never leave, so kick the dog
Staggering and chuckling
Make love to the green fairy

Sweet sensation
Deepening eyes
Neat fixation
Depression dies

Who needs illusion?

Sofa slump
War of the ants
Colours explode
Woke up the kid
Swore his eyes corrode
"There's no hope" gives him a

Sweet sensation
Widening eyes
Living abberation
In our web of lies


Burning Books

This one's for the words that strangle each breath
Put pen to page and perish
The tale is gone, I remember all
In blind Greek songs you'll find my death
Such is the choice, and through muted voice
I create the fall
Sexual crimes, lust for power I know
A hundred-letter poem spells to self-condemn

You sing along in silence
Wishing ill to them
Lying to my face
Featureless and small

What is that name unspoken and frail?
It's the same told of all
What is that staff unread
What is that staff unbled
Played by the musician on horseback pale?

That which can't live's the forgotten idea
Burning books marked with its insignia
That's eternal which preternaturally lies
Between cheat sheets, doubting seas will rise

Every name jotted in my sheets
Every stain of remorse he meets
Every face imploring alluded feats

Open up
Open up the blind man's book
Open up
Open up and take a look.


Hidden in the Trees

(For S. B.)
I'm a void-talker
Only the void listens

I'm the first and last voice
to know, to know, to know fear
Fear is that which has a name:
Loss
I kept a God afloat
although I don't believe
Now it's gone and there's only
the void
I'm a void-talker
Only the void listens
Give a half-gross spiel
and take solace in that
I'm the first and last voice
and what is my end?

Black hole, only the void
Take toll, only devoid
Fickle void

We'll see first-hand
The future in ruins
Built eternity's mansions
Every thought's a wall
and this, our daily bread
falls out of the sky
and mocks the loss of my wings

I'm a void-talker
Only the void listens

Squirming with the worms in dirt
Yearning home of the birds
I miss wings (and) eyeless things

The hardest part of death is waking up again

I bury the last of my soul in burning hourglasses
Life and death's the archangel nightmare.


Memento Mori

(For S. B.)
"I don't expect to survive this. I'm at the point where I'm measuring my life in hours. I'm in an apartment building. I can hear a sound above me-- knives scraping against the floor. I remember he said something about his sins burning him up soon, and I see now what he meant. I hear whispers, telling me to just give it all up.
And I can feel the Ichor within me, spreading. I cut myself on a nail about an hour ago, and no blood came out. It won't be long now. One way or another, I am going to die soon. And you know what? I'm OK with that.
I've killed people without hesitation, and afterward I'd come up with justifications for it, and I'd try to ignore that feeling in the back of my head that what I'm doing is wrong. Guilt is the punishment for our sins, and I feel little else these days. But my sins end tonight. I have no intention of becoming a puppet. Not again. So, all you monsters? What are you waiting for? I've got a machete on my right and a shotgun on my left. First prize goes to the one who brings me down. My name is Joseph Amory Steward, and I'm ready for you. So come and get me."


Perfection

(Dedicated to Mrs. N)
Naughty or nice have you been, my dear?
Perfection only comes once a year
You can stop keeping lists, I've a new one here:
All of your crimes, and all that you fear

Perfection! It's perfection!

Do you regret how you treated her?
Suffer, everything's a blur
Loathing Trust me, she does too
And she still talks about you
There's a scar on her back
Too much baggage to unpack
She won't open her eyes
If she hears "naughty" or "nice"
Whatever fucked-up past you had
with your brother and your dad
It's no reason to act with such dysfunctional tact
On your flesh and blood
She can't wash off all the mud
From her nightmares and dreams
Memories still make her scream
And she screams and she heaves
Perfection never leaves

You asked for so much more
Perfection or the door

You, my wooden puppet bane, you'll never sleep again
You'll be dreaming of all the pain and suffering you left
(Perfection!)
Ask for perfection, leave no room to resist.
In a perfect world you wouldn't exist.
Roll with the punches, embrace the rug burn
Enjoy the scratches, lessons you cannot learn
Sleep out in the cold, cry until you get old
Isolation, sadness, never-ending madness
Ask for perfection, leave no room to resist
In a perfect world you wouldn't exist
Should have been abortion, living's a contortion
Strangle you on the nape, threaten you with guns and...
Everything you have done boils down to this big one:
"I can never love you because I'm above you"

Ask for perfection, leave no room to resist
In a perfect world you wouldn't exist


Is This All?

I see you have found another and you’re gone
Leaving me in my bleak thoughts, confused, alone

I am falling into mind-consuming pain
As I turn and see the falling of the rain
I am lost in my guilt, filled with great self-doubt
I’ve lost what I’ve built, what can I do now?

Is this all that I can know?

I am falling into mind-consuming pain
As I turn and see the falling of the rain
I am lost in my guilt, filled with great self-doubt
I’ve lost what I’ve built, what can I do now?

This is all that I deserve.


The Last Sunset

Life ends, inferno
Splashing surroundings
Watch the sky turn red
Trees darken and voices join the sentient wind
Apologize no more
Don't mourn the last sunset

Cold figures laugh at themselves
The ultimate practical joke
They see skies fading
Their faces regret nothing at all tonight
Still, they think once of
The last sunset bitter

Water dies
Unknowing
With its last breath gone
The Earth becomes memory


Rise of Her Rain

I: DISTANT MIND
It occurred to the author late last night
- Meaning of words -
As her friend died slowly in a hospital bed
The nurse replaced the IV drip coughing faintly
- Loose impression -
Deadening the air as he left the room
The author longed to return home to her things
- Social subjugate -
To distract herself from thoughts
She watched the window as her friend faded
- Pointless practice -
- Thought malpractice -
Listened to the thunder, heard only her heart
Did it thump?
If her ears lied to her, how would she know?

II: INTRUSIVE THOUGHTS
Rolling thunder, crashing waves
Present climax, start in caves
How are human minds biggest
When nothing does not exist?

Did it thump?

III: SOLILOQUY FOR THE DYING
Nullify

Notify the living
Life is the one to be feared
Drawing lines in the sand
Expecting seas to part
I lie down
Let my body sink
Buried in sand or buried in sea
It makes no difference to me
It'll be scariest when I resurface

IV: PROGRESS
(instrumental)

V: REGRETS
If her ears lied to her, how would she know?
Outside the window, thunder turned to snow
What do the dying hear, lying in their beds?
The imaginary's an echo roaring in their heads

Rolling thunder, crashing waves
Present climax, start in caves
How are human minds biggest
When nothing does not exist?

Nothing does not exist
We made it up
Before she heard the flatline
The author left the room

Did it thump?

COMMENTARY INTRODUCTION

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Drowning Under the Influence

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Burning Books

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Hidden in the Trees

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Memento Mori

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Perfection

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Is This All?

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The Last Sunset

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Rise of Her Rain

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Reverie

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