A poor performance out in the vestibule
To a closed casket
down the center of the New Year's Day parade
A poorly attended convention
To a spate of legionnaires
Packed into the passages
Ventilator
You owe me your life
Each breath was mine to deny
But you hold the lever
Gatekeeper
You owe me access
You owe me a final breath
Ignite the bottom floor
Xylene skin
Charring every choice
But to start once again
Of all the places to pick your battles
None were warm
Nothing freed is ever subtle
Long ignored
A description to save all the suitors' time
To reconcile a once-disgraced anemic bloodline
Elimate
Elimate
Deaf to the pitter-patter
Primed for vacancy
Room for thunder
Blind at the top of a ladder
Primed for atrocity
Room for flame
Drawl it out for days
Drag it out of me
An ellipted deliverance gone by
To the moment the moth swam it's last race through the sunrise
No concern will make the tables turn
Contractions only known to nurse
Ventilator
You owe me your life
Each breath was mine to deny
But you hold the lever
Gatekeeper
You owe me access
You owe me a final breath
To squeeze
It out
of me
Finally
Airships on the Water return with another LP of phenomenally textured post-rock, moving from tender passages to well-earned crescendos. Bandcamp New & Notable Feb 13, 2022