The Engine

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Put your life on loan. Your deed to a new tent home may bleed ink in rain or fail to gain you the assurances you've known. This town ain't big enough for me and all of us. So show me your bone fides and if you qualify you can wait for a home. I'm a construction manager. I oversee the destruction of my pact with humanity to work in solidarity with people forming lines and standing in the way. We all have to work. We’re connecting over poison on Fridays - on hating the grind, pushing brooms, or hawking dimes - experts in repetition. I rose through the ranks stacking blocks. I’m well intentioned, I’m not selling stocks. But somehow I managed to gentrify the planet a la Brooklyn and San Francisco. I'm a construction manager. I oversee the production of fancy new office space with kegerators and a mindful place to contemplate the fate of those dislocated in our wake. I'm a construction manager. I oversee the destruction of my adopted community with dollar stores and gang graffiti, and generations of people seeking stability, at least nominally. The tower cranes, they all look the same. The drones swarm like birds over prey. This is the engine. We are proteins. The bartenders pour sunshine in pint glasses. I work like a surgeon: cutting, installing steel that’ll last a lifetime. Then let the rat race attack it. Step back and tap glasses with the architects and the brokers because our work is worth and noble, providing light to the blighted blocks. We’re moving problems somewhere else because these back yards are in bloom. I'm a construction manager. I oversee the reduction of reality to the future tense, of our best intents to what makes sense, so that discontent seems fanatical. We’ll have integrity in the end. Someone will always argue that there’s money left to spend. Just not on them. The tower cranes, they all look the same. The drones swarm like birds over prey. This is the engine. We are proteins. The bartenders will sleep in this weekend.

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from Too Far Gone, released November 1, 2018

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Jake Byrnes - Drums
Spencer Metela - Bass
Justin Zavislak - Guitar and Vocals

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