first man on phobos

a tattered mass of listing ore
an empty sight for the eagles eyes
petrified worlds are the spoils of war
pacify mars with pasture and tide
mechanics in craters spill over the infinite
levity, apogee, and apollo descend
calculate blessings down rungs in cold physics
the spirit succumbs to the weak forces hand
one man steps down from being small
a giant sweeps unto mankind
quantum strides, and tranquility falls
a lifeless body is left behind
a vacuumed banner stabs weightless existence
it chokes on the surface of fear and oxide
the mariner, the wonderer, salute dusty footprints
then look to the terror that orbits outside

 

recorded at the hideaway stowaway studio in in various locations (brooklyn, ny, and raleigh, nc).

chris murray: drums, guitar, bass, vocals, little tike.