White Crosses EP

by Population

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HZR-129, released by HoZac Records. Vinyl copies of the EP are available at hozacrecords.com/2013/03/population/

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released March 1, 2013

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Benny Hernandez. Bass.
Gabriel Perez. Guitar.
Jessica Skolnik. Synth.
Julien Cabrera. Drums.
Keelan McMorrow. Vocals

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Track Name: White Crosses
Half my life’s devotion
Went to a Holy Ghost.
At fifteen years I felt the motion,
Took my soul and I left the Host.
Why can’t I believe in what I feel,
Is that not enough?
Terrified, a child confronting hell;
Therein lies the gulf.

Why can’t I believe them, why can’t we all belong?
Why must I receive them, the white crosses on my door?

Eyes exuding pain, unrequited love
Hanging from a cross.
The summer sun relinquishes my fear of death,
And I think of God.
You tell me, ‘Defiance’, and I know
Because I have a heart.
Still, I want to feel a part of something else,
Sacrificial love.

Why can’t I believe them, why can’t we all belong?
Why must I deceive them, the white crosses on my door?

Your bleeding… heart.
Conceiving, we’ll never part.
Congealing, I feel it start.
Their bleeding, their bleeding hearts.
The insanity built up in a morality;
The insanity of what could be a lie.
Track Name: Blood & Ochre
Sunny days, go away – the rain will hide this sullen face; don’t blame it all on me if you’re feeling cold. The pensive mind, preoccupied, giving up on looking for the gold in mines – too many times, I’ve played the roles. They hate our kind, the losing tribe – hidden messages are playing on the radio. The reasons that I walked on by – for too many ages, now, we haven’t had nowhere to go. They hate our kind, we don’t have time; turning over cheeks and waiting for the wind to blow. The lost tribe, distraught kinds… The memories, in diaries – black ribbons, tucked beneath the bed; I remember one bright moment, it went dead – now that age has seized me. The agonies, frivolities, casting off hate – let it die alone. I’m trying hard these days at blending in. They hate our kind, the losing tribe – hidden messages are playing on the radio. The reasons that I walked on by – for too many ages, now, we haven’t had nowhere to go. They hate our kind, we don’t have time; turning over cheeks and waiting for the wind to blow. The lost tribe, distraught kinds… This time, the moment will pass. They hate our kind, the losing tribe – hidden messages are playing on the radio. The reasons that I walked on by – for too many ages, now, we haven’t had nowhere to go. They hate our kind, we don’t have time; turning over cheeks and waiting for the wind to blow. The lost tribe, distraught kinds… Views from below.
Track Name: Ontology
Don’t call it giving, this isn't living.
The world is spinning.
Forever. Forever. Forever...

Innocence, we’re falling in love, again.
I know we've been here before, I recognize this shoreline.
Off to war, we’re falling in line again.
I know we've been here before, my brother’s dying.

A car has been left on the road,
A sunset of rust and petrol. The feeling’s been mutual
I know, but, the dogs had their day and they've flown on;
Over sand dunes devoid of gulls,
A silent spring, no amphibian calls.
Into the wastelands, into the earth, we’ll fall.

Innocence, we’re falling in love, again.
I know we've been here before, I recognize this shoreline.
Off to war, we’re falling in line, again.
I know we've been here before, my brother’s dying.

The footsteps bound of a child, neotenous and divine.
So innocent are his eyes, so oblivious to desire;
He’ll exempt himself from his time, ‘til he overgrows the divide;
Still, he only has so much time, to stand still.

Innocence, we’re falling in love, again.
I know we've been here before, I recognize this shoreline.
Off to war, we’re falling in line, again.
I know we've been here before, my brother’s dying.