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THE SQUALL

by Damned Men

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1.
Kneeling down to collect the skin from my back, knees creaking like the trees. Fur pours from the holes in my face, fresh teeth are pushing through. Now the streets reach the edge of my cave, a grim fate awaits this town, I's bearing down. A thick cloak of brand new hair, decorated with feathers and dirt. Seduced by the sound and confused by the lights, it appears i've lost my way. Doctors, Priests and women depraved scatter hastily as i cast shadows on the sun. Farmers reach for their rifles, loading tombstone bullets from their coats, lining up like a stone wall. I show no fear with a grunt, i am the bear with a sore head, i am the fear that gathers in their guts. The gap in man and beast shrinks quickly when dodging sparks of lead with heed. With glimmering eyes i pick the flesh and bones from my teeth.
2.
Now old Joe Blake is outside your home, with all the good guts to bring you down. He knows your tales of young and old, he holds your shortfalls as if they were his own. Now old Joe Blake is peering in your window. Thinking how your wife would make a lovely widow. Take down your cross, turn back the clocks, now that the end is coming close. Turn all your locks, pull the shades, there's a shadow storming the gates. There's not a thing to do that'll do any good. He's whistling to your dog, to pull his teeth out. So he don't, get bit, when he's knocking. At your door, in the hall, the bastard crawls. There's not a thing to do that'll do any good. Now old Joe Blake is crawling up your back, with hi tongue he's licking at your crown. He knows your tales of young and old, he holds your shortfalls as if they were his own.
3.
On this cove where thunder strides like a horse. Clouds folding, our boat is rolling on the waves. The tide waits for no man, we're nearing the rocks. We left a town or more so a wasteland, its veins paved in fish scales and ocean graves. The only sight darker is when your eyelids fold and there's a man at the helm, yelling "row you spineless dogs". I see the faces of my brothers grimaced, sweat pouring from their brows, we're heading home. No time is wasted on positive gestures, the will to survive is forced and not as graceful as we'd been told. The tide waits for no man.
4.
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All rudderless and awe broke we drift along the coast. Men blistered-handed and will broke, flushed out from the cove. Not one of us is willing, not one without a sound. Waves echo back our curses, praying and weak. The helm drops and sways,shows the rocks on which we creak. Bearing down the squall draws ever closer. We are damned, lord save our souls. There is the sight of a beast, jagged sharp from water's birth. And the breaking of the hull, will be the end. We should known that what we'd left wasn't what we'd find. And that the jowls of a wind shear would be the end. All pride is lost, living with the ghost of an old life. There's no living in only dealing with the dead. No man is ruled by a god, only guilt for what is done. There's no forgiveness, only forgetting what is gone.
5.
We spent the nights running down same old streets, chasing shadows in our peripherals. Our eyes not set on a goal, there was never an ending and no beginning worth a mention. Nothing to pass on except the same old stories and tired jokes. Nothing said that wasn’t tongue in cheek. Drank the dry, the sweet and everything in between. Cigarettes like southern stars glowed, lit the way for feet to drag us home. The last drinks bell tolled. We did ache for the drink but I was fleeing fast from any change. Although we did ache for the drink, I was fleeing fast from any change. I was oh so tired of the showing of skin. The bar closed everyone seemed different in the light of day. Although we did ache for the drink, I was fleeing fast from any change. Killing nights it was a place gruesome, a place not very wonderful to be. We were mates and to the glass only slaves, brimming with the booze bought by others. The bar closed and everything had changed, my body bruised from rounds I couldn’t recall. And I felt a sharp pain in my gut, I could no longer keep my eyes shut. When I woke up, when I came to, I was living in the low light of lamps. Breathing the hot air of tales told, more than once and to more than a few. The change came crashing in like a flood and I was cast afar in the wake. There’s nothing further now from those nights and I could never miss them a bit. There’s no god in this city of churches and no message following the searching. For once a faceless goon with all ties cut, my glass is dry of any want. The seasons came and seasons passed, the tide did change and I was cast. From the night, the rising sun showed no pride in what id done. This faceless goon, my memories are blurred, my ties now cut my bridges are burned. No god in this city of churches.

about

In February this year, DAMNED MEN took hold of a hall in Harrogate, South Australia. The hall being built from local stone in around 1861 and is considered to be the longest serving community hall in the district.

Following one full day of recording live, Twin Earth Recording was then occupied for a second day where mixing took place along with some re-amplification and additional vocals recorded.

The release is a follow up to DAMNED MEN'S first EP, MISERY IS A MULE, unleashed in November 2012.

THE SQUALL contains five songs;

BEAR WITH A SORE HEAD
OLD JOE BLAKE
THE TIDE WAITS FOR NO MAN
THE SQUALL
CITY OF CHURCHES

Recorded by Justin Hermes & Damned Men at Harrogate Hall and Twin Earth Recording in February 2013
Mastered by Evan James at Parkgate Mastering.
Artwork by Garrett R. Cooper
Printing by Brett Davis

THE SQUALL launched on April 24th 2013 at The Hotel Metro.
DAMNED MEN were accompanied by Before The Aftermath, Thunderclaw and DJ Sonny Burnett.

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released April 24, 2013

Recorded at Harrogate Hall by Justin Hermes and Damned Men.
Mixed at Twin Earth by Justin Hermes and Damned Men
Mastered by Evan James at Parkgate Mastering.

Artwork by Garrett R. Cooper. Printed by Brett Davis.

Additional and ongoing assistance in Damned Men's achievements attributed to Brett Davis, Jon McNichol, Mike Deslandes, Aidan Moyse, Benjamin Cooper, Josh Beare, Our Partners, Friends and Family.

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Damned Men Adelaide, Australia

Australian Doom/Post Rock
Hailing from Adelaide South Australia, Damned Men are building walls of sound on a foundation of pure grit. Experimenting with a simple and inexcusable three man line up, no stone is left unturned and no tone too harrowing to be thrown at a crowd.
Current and ex-members of Bronze Chariot, Diplomat, The Sea Theives, This City Dynamite!!!, Eyes Like Black Stars.
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