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In the Early Hours

by The Worship of Silence

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Chris
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Chris Musically and artistically a very big release! Love the variety of the singer, reminds me of some very big names! Awesome record, couldn't agree more to what the guys below me wrote - you definately need this! Favorite track: The Palest Parts of You.
wbaveganstoner
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wbaveganstoner Just superb, the vocalist puts so much emotion into every song. Music is hard and heavy but not generic;
would love to see them live Favorite track: (It's not better than the) Drugs.
Colin M.
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Colin M. I think one listen to "Into the Early Hours" and it is pretty darn obvious why you should buy it. Favorite track: (It's not better than the) Drugs.
Nerve Salad
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Nerve Salad An association with Hammers of Misfortune (also somewhat associated with Slough Feg) makes this necessary. Word to the wise: Do not let these things get all mildewy in your wishlist like I tend to do. It's the stoner/doom you need.
MindOverFour
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MindOverFour Put this on when you can have 45 minutes uninterrupted to travel the journey of these 3 tracks. Obviously the vocalist of Hammers of Misfortune kills. But the music is just as delicious: like a Tool-Neurosis sandwich with extra awesome-sauce. Will be on my personal best-of 2016 list. Favorite track: (It's not better than the) Drugs.
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(It’s Not Better Than the) Drugs In a casino of libertines Mouths peeling like slot machines, That never dispense Eyes spinning like sevens, That never line up Where nothing is sober In a noise cloud so bright and so loud Where nothing is focused, and nothing heard Groping and grasping anything that gives in Only leaves you clutching at weeds ‘til they come out the ground Where nothing is sober The signs you did not head They will not bend, they will not break They only stand, defiant Monuments to your true disease It’s all these little things that only come through when you bleed Low and lonely it seems to be the only thing to see This can’t be love It’s not better than the drugs Like flashing lights and fucking fist fights We’re all punch drunk from all these easy nights With starry trails, like burning kites The scenery just might take your life Low and lonely, the old belief that it’s all we’ll be No, this can’t be love We won’t feel better tomorrow No, this can’t be love It’s not better than the drugs When the morning comes will it clean away all the sweat and shame? When this dawn devours all the drinks and drugs that made us feel the same We all come drunk and stoned We all cum drunk and stoned From here on out you’ll never show the pain you have obtained You’ll never hold yourself with such regard as with distain Your precious box of scars, to which you’ve given several names From here on out you’ll never know yourself or who’s to blame From here on out you’ll never show the pain you have obtained Your memory is faltered and is skipping frame by frame There is no sync only static and patterns that remain From here on out you’ll never know yourself or who’s to blame When all these single nights are just a haze And we’ve compromised ourselves in many ways When giving is innocent and receipt fault And we’ve only got the next one to hold When all these things are said and done, and lust faded by the sun When all these lies are said and spun, and you only bite your tongue And it’s still only you, just as you’ve become Will it ever change, ever change all at once No, it’s all the same, all the same, just as it was Just as it was before When all is said and done, and lust faded by the sun, will you shield your eyes When all these lies are spun, and you only bite your tongue, will you sew your lip It’s hollow and hard to find We’re masters of this closing in circles The lights are gone
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The Palest Parts of You Stay asleep, don’t bat an eye Breathe deep, and ignore the light Let it come, calm and quiet It’s cold inside But it’s hot enough Where it all goes down in The sun has shooed away the moon These filthy seedy dreams have brought me to you Patience is lost Groggy greedy hands go crawling across the seams Where holy light wont see a thing As you turn yourself to me, only with the dawn, I’ll take what I need As your eyes part to see, your lips gasp in this frigid breeze It’s hot enough where it all goes down in Well even though the sun, it barely glows through, I’m all over you As this budding sun, paints the silver blue light on the palest parts of you Sunday morning needs nothing more from me and you, but I do from you I can’t resist the smell and slick of this that’s only true deep in you So, we wallow in filth and collapse Lean in where it’s pressed firm against the skin Let it all move closer, let it all begin How long can it last, how strong will it grow Only time can tell, only we will know Give in as it comes, give it all it needs Taking what you can, take it all from me How long can it last, how strong will it grow Only time can tell, only we will know As fingertips turn to nails, and lips bare jagged teeth A fist full of hair, pulls you under me How long can it last, how strong will it grow Only time can tell, only we will know Patience has eluded me again, I swear I can’t restrain it It’s pulling and pushing me harder against this bed As it creaks the beast with two backs wakes Rising and writhing, shaking and breaking The silence of this Sunday morning bathed in sweat I can’t breathe Breathe for me So we cum, and collapse Falling back to sleep at last So we wallow in filth, and collapse
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Trying to Breathe Through Your Eyes Act I I see this light flash off and I’ve come here waiting watching all that’s been done in your house My eyes never wander, my history is done with all will survive in close Death to open this dream to be like amphetamines My hope, my will, will die without you My dearest, doom will only find you when this goes I’ve come here before god You had a life I gave you mine You had a choice Options denied You’re my bloody obsession Now die under my thumb Oh, woe, is you again Now run from me and save yourself Waiting, just beyond the shadows line, all is calm Patience, is often just a waste of time, so I have come All is numb Act II Smash through the window, avoid the glass shards Place my feet where the boards won’t betray my creep All at once I throw myself on you Place my hand on your throat, try and press it through you What a wicked way to wake, familiar eyes bearing down on you Abrupt as any light flash, as sound as any stones crash It’s all coming down on you Flailing arms and flying fingernail catches on my skin it sinks in Leaves a tell trail reminder here, one that they’ll use to place me there Trying to scream through your eyes, but I can’t hear a thing Trying to breathe through your eyes, because your mouth don’t work no more Starving for oxygen, your brains trying to pull it through the skin Nothings getting in I can feel your heart beat fight against my palm And then it’s calm All again this fractured night is silent Numbly turn to leave over creaking boards, through snapping glass on the floor Through shattered window pane The foggy streets that won’t let me see far enough to know how far I’ve come To be where you don’t see me anyway And it all just guides me home Where I used to sleep but sleep don’t come no more I just lay on the floor and stare Trying not to think about it all Trying not to let it eat away anymore as I wait Wait for them to find me

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released July 25, 2016

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The Worship of Silence Oakland, California

Melodic stoner-doom band from Oakland California featuring members of Hammers of Misfortune and Floating Glasses.

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