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Fruits of Gomorrah EP

by Terminal A

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1.
A Solution 02:45
To hit the wall of night so iron clad Held cold and reflexive, man! We’re gonna crash Bereaved in rotting fruits of nights to run us dry Wasting time at arms as beauty slowly dies And this dead world within you has found a point to pass through Impassive night would crucify the flimsy flesh of bunk desire, We’d cause a scene for the voyeur Old wounds on display for the voyeur Pathologies to destroy us we’d sink low - we’d ride high lovers bitter will to try I’m cold alone and naked lying in my room Living in your eyes, i hate what I’ve become I’m cold alone and naked lying in my room, wandering your dead land looking for the moon The flimsy light contains encoded histories that may hold an image of you I could keep No time to think so grab a drink we’d move, move, move this way Move in disillusion - move in destitution Move - find a solution
2.
The days they pass so strange you know what I mean? I’m barely getting paid, my chick is so far gone Can’t stand living in this old skin, no not tonight Hey man! What you doing tonight? Lets grab a smoke and go for a ride, to pass the time And night speeds by in sleek stream line The sun sinks far beyond deep blankets of night We transgress every boarder through horizon lines A perfect patch of pitch-less black just ahead in sight: inside Hey man! what you doing tonight? Lets grab a smoke and go for a ride, to pass the time Go-go custom car commando bring this thing to its crescendo Winding roads just may end you In the end you may just find true blue Nothing matters now! How could it matter now?
3.
St. Anthony 01:39
Flesh bound wrath, and hungry hands, enough to deconstruct a man, dragged across the pavement where he’d scream: “Lovers enter threshold so kindly, but they’ve been unkind inside me” St. Anthony would bear the blows semen in the wounds that would not close in boiling pits of carrion pitch i am alone Six months later in that barren, black room he showed us what a lover scorned could do We’d catch the bits of blood they could not stamp out and run our fingers over every bruise St. Anthony would bear the blows semen in the wounds that would not close in boiling pits of carrion pitch I am alone
4.
Chloe 03:08
I’m alone I’m alone stumbling between vacancies I’m alone I’m alone and the sycophants, they make you freeze Chloe - rotting goddess under glass, deprivation, self abuse - sooth as eyes leer past “I’m alone, I’m alone” she says O Chloe - my tears become a wreath, to wrap around your neck, burning sacraments burning sacraments on the alter of Chloe’s discontent I’m alone, I’m alone - intrepid, unsteady, I’m ready You the tepid water the world would wade through snarling, voracious, as they drink unkind from you and your effigy will burn if you build it to, and your sacrifice would last a lifetime if you need it to and the fires burn your face ash grey as you sit in your silent room, dissolving away So much missing time So much missing time O Chloe
5.

about

The fruits of Gomorrah; the fruits of excess, are
paid for always in the blood and toil of some
faceless other. The wealth and opulence that
America enjoys is only ever inequity’s most
friendly and seductive side; inequity’s laughter,
if you will.

Its vulgar side, the grimace beneath the
laughter, can be found in the tolls taken in
sustaining opulence: county lines, destabilized
zones, armed global conflict, and the children of
exile washing up dead on the shores of their
intended promised land. The gifts come with
atrophy.

We are mere blood cells in a beast
whose cruelty seems now boundless. A beast who
will break beneath the weight of its hunger, its
hubris, who will find collateral in the dignity of its
citizens and the world at large.

Your freedom is measured in their blood, so go
make yourself sick in a hole. Let guilt hang like a
shroud over every moment, in every smile, and at
the tip of every drunken cigarette.

credits

released March 23, 2018

A DEVOUR RECORDS RELEASE
Produced & Engineered by Sergio Candelario
Mastered by Nick Townsend
THANK YOU: Tony Knox, Sashcloth & Axes, Otzi,
Band Aparte, Egrets on Ergot, Michael Stock,
Mani & Rio, Luka Fisher, Weird Candle, Flesh, F71
Greg Krish, Shadowhouse, Fangs on Fur, Nightmare Air,
Todd Lincoln, Jenny Jaquez, Farida Amar
Rikk & Gitane, JMag, Fernando Berroteran
Dan Warren, Layla Halabian, DM Collins
Chad Swarthout, Bert & Iris, Dave Cantrell
George Garcia, Sheree Rose, Jesse Boredom
CJ & Garrett
PHOTO BY Genevieve Davis
TERMINAL A is Lee Busch (Guitar) & Colin Peterson (Vocals)
All Songs by Busch/Peterson (MeatHaus ASCAP)
© 2018 Terminal A

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Terminal A is an Industrial/Synth Punk duo formed in late 2012 by vocalist Colin Peterson and guitarist Lee Busch. The group consists of vocals and heavily processed guitar played live over programmed backtracks. The music is a blend of wide-ranging influences, including early Minimal Wave and Electronic groups, as well as early L.A. Punk and Hardcore, and well as modernist aesthetic movements. ... more

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