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Gramps Of Wrath

by Grampfather

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1.
Preface 02:09
2.
Fernluv 03:56
You were the only fawn I have ever loved, you made me feel that spirit I felt when I was really young when all was aglow and vibrant green and seemed like nothing could die or ever leave-- I'd feel that love when you'd sit next to me, when you'd sit right next to me. We used to talk all night about nothing and everything, nothing and everything; in our moonlit field we'd splay our toes in the grass to feel something real; I'd feed you and you'd feed me mealy pears from the scraggly trees: I'd feel full when you'd sit next to me, and now you don't sit next to me. Your face was the iris of my sun, your eyes the guise of my love; but I couldn't take you everywhere-- I couldn't just leave you there stuck and time in my mind; illusory, you were falsely, fabled, you were fabled in my mind. You're not the only, not the one perfect form-- we are fractals of the Love supreme that just swarms and grows and flows and knows--the only way for me to see was for you to go; and after the dread I have to thank you now, through the gloom I have to thank you now.
3.
Gnardogs 02:21
4.
I'm the only one left now, I'm the only one who could figure it out; what with my super-human strength I could take in enough drink to take down these night-crawlers--enough tequila to make 'em fall. That's why they used to call me "Jimmy Buffet" when I'd slay vampires all day I'd flood my veins with Tanqueray when I'd boldly enter the fray-- well all I wanted was Margaritaville not this wasteland in which I'm forced to kill, now all I've got are mannequins cheering me on to fight my demons. Well I'm on the wagon now, I'm a changed man now; I can't lay my neck bare for them anymore, anymore-- I can't do it anymore! I remember when Key West was a real happening place for every single member of the human race, when you could drink your sangria at your own damn pace without having to indulge in fear they'll rip off your face. I'm too nostalgic, yeah, I just can't stop it, these thoughts of sunnier nights before I was thrust into these nightly fights. That's why they used to call me "Jimmy Buffet" when I'd slay vampires all day I'd flood my veins with Tanqueray when I'd boldly enter the fray-- well, all I wanted was Margaritaville all I wanted was Margaritaville yeah, all I wanted was Margaritaville all I wanted was Margaritaville all I wanted was all I wanted was all I wanted was. . .
5.
Godsludge 04:32
I couldn't tell you how long I've been walking down this road, sometimes feel something creeping deep within your soul-- drawn by a trance, mesmerized by fire, blinded by your own most base desire; you're bound to the earth, enmeshed in matter, aging in your cage, feel your brittle bones rattle against the chill on the wind, let the moonlight splatter-- we'll all go insane in this holy battle. I ain't the first, I ain't claiming to be the last man to see his own unatoned past unraveling, surrounding him, drowning him in a mire-- see the sepia-toned nostalgia smoke float aloft from the pyre of your burning regret; keep on trudging, learn to laugh and forget-- look at you clinging to your old pious ways-- if you feel a guilt bludgeon it, let it fritter away. Well I will wait for you yeah, I'll try to see you through, but you've got to calm down yeah, you gotta calm down 'cause you're freaking me out. I, too, was a young man once, my malleable mind at the mercy of any dunce who claimed to know where the good and bad go after they die, in the clouds or in the fire, but all you can really know for sure is that you'll wind up in a hearse, your body will rot in the dirt or in the air will disperse-- I don't know, how could anybody know; the path they choose isn't the path for you so when they ask you to make your call reject the one and accept them all. Sick of people telling me just how it is and how it should be as if they could see some idyllic, pastoral landscape on a hill so goddamn pretty you'd do anything, you'd kill anyone who will oppose you from reuniting with your chosen one, so until then you'll eat His body, His bread, you'll drink His wine, His blood-- O you cannibal king, you vicious, capricious queen, you go to church on Sunday after sinning all week-- who are you to speak of these so-called heathens' savagery? How's your memory? Before you condemn others, put your own faith into question-- you crazy, barbaric bitches, do you even remember the Inquisition? O what have you to say? What of the Crusades? O the hypocrisy is insane, find a scapegoat to blame-- keep your white-washed brain-taint away from my home, away from my home. Yeah, you don't see me knocking at your door, no, you don't see me knocking at your door--you don't see me knocking at your. . . Yeah, I will wait for you, well, I'll try to see you through, but you've got to calm down yeah, you gotta calm down.
6.
Stockholmie 02:32
The wood rots the beams rock the house sways and we drop. O you draw the blinds over our eyes-- we all hide in the corner as we slop down the fodder that you feed us, as we drink the-- I don't trust the water, I saw something ruddy pussing out the faucet. How'd I know you'd be coming home tonight. Welcome home, dear. We have fixed you a lovely meal. Won't you sit right here? Tell us exactly how you feel. Smile, smile! Make us servile! Keep us fat, keep us numb, we'll survive a little while, but not too long now-- I know you want us dead; our fate's sealed in your head. We only love you, love you, love you so much, but we must beat you to the punch. We'll consume the contents of your brain to loose the locks off of the gates and set the dogs free, set the dogs free. We'll set the dogs free. We'll set the dogs free.
7.
You were the country, and I was just hungry for loving, or something to fill up my emptiness. You were my favorite, and I was just lazy, my mind in the sky, your pink face lost in haziness. I would've tilled you better had I known what fruits would have grown. You don't have to tell me, the season taught me humility: I know I fucked up. Well, I'd fast for the past, the purity I'd exhausted and lost in you. You were the country, and I'm just a man with impositions of property on your lawless land-- well, I need you more than you need me, you could go on growing eternally, but now who would be there to perceive and cultivate your beauty? You are the root, and I am the stem growing ever outward as you reach in to sip the eternal nectar from the ethereal core, your liquid wisdom teaches me what we're for: together we're tethered, together we have power to color the world and each other with flower. You are the country, and I am just hungry for loving, or something to fill up my emptiness.
8.
Free love 04:09
She said, I'm done, I'm sick and tired of feeling tied down by you. She said, Let's take a break, let's feel it out-- better to have the heart ache than be riddled with doubt. So here we go back into the whirlwind, the strokings of the ego--O where have these girls been? I don't care about them. Just a waste of time. Until you make this end. How I wish you were mine. I feel all empty inside, I feel alright, I feel like I might die; I feel lonely surrounded by this crowd of horny little hippies all with some pride that they're proud of who hide their darkness in light moods and cute, little, shitty self-help haikus-- but don't you know it's not real? You've got to let yourself feel. I want to share your misery-- I'm sick of being treated like a commodity. She calls it, Free love. Free love. She said, Wait there, I'll put you on the back burner while I look around and try to find somebody better than you--it's not you, it's me, it's you, it's me-- can't you see it's so hard to choose? When everyone around you has ADD, can't keep your focus, did you ever see me clearly? Was your vision always clouded? Was your fickleness just shrouded by your charm and your wit and all the bullshit you'd say to cover up the fact that you can't commit? You call it, Free love. Free love. You're free to be anything you want free to fuck anything that walks free to breathe your philosophy but it's all just talk. No, it's nothing, it's nothing at all no, it's nothing, it's nothing at all no, you make me feel like nothing at all no, it's nothing, it's nothing at all. It's Free love (x 1,000,000,000)
9.
So now you're free you're in a new city, free from your town free from your family now. You've come to make it on your own, well how's that freedom feel when you're squandering it all alone? Getting stoned on the couch in your broke-ass home trying to figure out why you had something to prove yeah, you practiced your power to choose, now you're staring at the ceiling trying to remember that old, warm feeling you felt in the woods with your friends drinking around a fire a fire that you thought would never end, now look at the smoke curling at the corners of the room that you hoped would save you would bathe you-- cleanse you of your ever-impending dread, sometimes you wish you were dead but that'd be too easy yeah, you know what they said. How can we come out of fear? Help me out of fear, help me out of here. So you followed your dream and it's not what it seemed when you were bumming at your mom's house sulking alone in your room thinking up an epitaph fit for your tomb; indignant for a cause, for a lack of applause-- sizing up your life without ever having left the womb. Didn't they tell you? They don't want you, they just want to sell you. Just want to be free as a bird. Just want to have your heart heard. Just want to be free as a bird. Just want to have your heart heard.
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Grampfather:
Gramps Of Wrath
2017

Mixed by James Kwapisz
Mastered by Nada Recording

Review: www.divideandconquermusic.com/indie-music-album-reviews/grampfather-gramps-of-wrath

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released July 22, 2017

Guitar & Vocals: James Kwapisz
Drums: Jesse Grayer
Bass: Rick Katterman, Pete DeMaio

Album art: Andres Perez

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Grampfather Kingston, New York

Grampfather is an indie-psych rock band based out of Kingston, NY, whose material traverses a variety of rock genres, such as indie, garage, punk, psych, chill, and thrash.

James Kwapisz: vocals, guitar, synth
Tony DiMauro: drums
Andrew Blot: guitar, keys
Jake Offermann: bass

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