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Shadows of Cenotaph

by Weikie

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Hoist these Stones into the sky Far out there across the fell Ring the Heavens or the Hell because those boys, are never coming back. As the weight shifts, from your shoulders to your back. Strip the Copper from the walls, Burn the letters that I wrote. Because those words aren't mine anymore, and the weight shifts from your back to the floor. There's no road I can't walk alone, but I have lost that sense of home. Limb by limb and crook by crook I can't replace the things she took. We wake because we cannot sleep, (you'll make it by yourself) and memories don't seem to keep. (you need not love you need not wealth.) I'm hanging on an extant lust, (just take it day by day) and growing old, (and try to make the feeling stay) and loosing trust. Where have I gone? I'm not quite sure where I feel apart. The Root, the Rope, the Romance, or the Rock. So I stand In shadows of Cenotaph.
Some say that the water will not come this far in Autumn Well I don't know Skeletons of fledglings rest deep inside sepulcher nests, alive? They're not alive. Not alive. Paladins' have roamed around and settled in this lonely town for pay Well hey, hey, hey. Backs turned to the windowpane in isolation's guillotine, get out. Get out. Sweet homes are but saccharine aspartame and lonesome din abound. Models of convenience, in picturesque obedience- denial. Balk into some cold refrain while some young lover falls to knees again. Seclusion lorn a populous, that settles for its second best- well okay. I love you, but I cannot stay and sit and wish my life away, so lay a stone and don't you bray, things are better off this way- a fond farewell a fond farewell.
Fabler 03:42
He runs in the east, he runs in the west. He runs in the south- and that's where he runs best Gallant forthright with silvery tongue- he puts you at ease as he auctions your young. Come see the blaggard In auction of scuff. Hoodwink the ballot and pare lands to sluff. Feign disillusion and tousel the fop. Shrugging your shoulders we're all for the drop. Talk through your teeth with agenda in blind, as long as you're front who cares who's behind? This land falls beneath us no mortar but lies what good is a promise to those you despise?
Cenotaph 01:26
I was a soldier, of circumstance. Yet you never knew, my name. And when the bullets came, overhill. I would never be the same. I will never be the same.


A collection of old and new songs to mark the 100th year since the end of the First World War.

All profits from the physical release will be donated the Warchild. Find out more about their work here.


Cover Art "Untitled" No. 3 by Timothy M. Hardman


released December 14, 2018

Written, Recorded, Mixed and Performed by Adam Weikert.


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