Sketchy Characters

by Crime and the Forces of Evil

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1.
when you go into the hill town find the places that they kept you, where now everything is empty, as if though it'd ever been -- and the buildings are like theatre sets abandoned ever after, everything leans just a little, over roads three-quarter scale -- chorus: no one comes to give you letters there's no money in a card -- no one offers explanations to girls wandering the streets when you find a yellowed paper dated nineteen seventy it's been sitting there forever artifacts you'll never see black obelisk stands guard before the rusty green and metal bridge whose creaking wooden roadway never carried any cars -- there's a long way 'round this river, takes you through the city gate -- best be gone from here by dark, you think, some thirty years too late. [[chorus]] emptyness in every building signs propped up against the walls -- some have windows boarded over hiding nothing left inside -- and when on the midnights dreary played iniquitous games, they'd cry "each trial an act of love and trust" amongst other claims [[flute solo]] brick and concrete and a tower carved in to a twisted house fifty-seven stairs of climbing hoping no one's there will see 'round the back where you can enter, past machines left in the rain, metal walls reflect the camera's light but nothing real remains. [[chorus]] sometimes when you are seeking explanations that're due you'll find no one's left to meet you...
2.
[[ 1 ]] when you leave you better keep on going when you leave you better run like hell when you run you better keep your footing when you fly you better know damn well that someone's gonna be behind that mirror something's hiding in the ringing bell something's seeking you through every window Something's tracking you with senses fell [[ 2 ]] when you run you better know you mean it when you run you better say farewell when you fly you better watch your twenty when you bolt you better know damn well that no one's list'ning to your best of reasons no one wants to hear a thing you say no one's giving you their second chances don't pretend there won't be hell to pay [[ 3 ]] when you fly you better keep your secrets when you fly you better never tell when you bolt you better leave no traces when you leave you better know damn well that rage is never on the side of heaven fury never has an upper bound vengeance weans itself on indignation better pray that you are never found [[bridge]] [[ 4 ]] when you're gone you maybe might discover when you're gone you maybe breathe again when you're gone you maybe float so freely when you're gone you may think now and then that this time might just be the time to make it this place might just be the place you keep 'till the horrors find you unforgotten whispering tortures to you in your sleep [[outro]] when you leave you better keep on going when you leave you better run like hell
3.
Outbirds 04:25
[[verse structure]] brenda and sugar and alex and jeff remember they day that the rest of them left william and honour and carrie and jean certainly never meant anything mean [[chorus structure]] melting and running the snowflakes away sooner or later when no one can say circles that move along making their way slowly forget about you rosie and ethel and suzie and john always the best until then they're gone aaron and esteban; tiffn'y and karl never did write and it's been quite a while out-birds and flocking create quite a scene never together and sometimes quite mean but if you're useful we'll make quite a team someday, or maybe, for now jerry and joseph and thomas and me eventually turned out was best left a three Amy and Elsie and Misty and Boo always had something else better to do chasing them down along albany lane sycamores waving as if they're to blame orbiting loosely, peripheries high jumping away yet again [[bridge]] never quite touching through crystaline glassery always the outbird will look rather lost where are the others whose thoughts are so glittery how can you sail along everso tossed knee-deep in comrades who briefly play friends with you wondering what kind of creature they've found looking askanse at your faceted plumery soon they're distracted by ones more their kin [[final verse/chorus pair]] Charlotte and Erika, Jenny and Kirk quickly get tired of all of that work Terrence and Maxwell and Lisa and Kyle maybe they'll latch on, at least for a while someday this dancing may seem quite routine falling then catching then tossed off, unseen outbirds still looking for others to share the sky windswept away yet again...
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there are no words

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***** THIS WAS A WORK-IN-PROGRESS RELEASE.
***** See DICK TRACY MUST DIE for final versions!

We're leaving this original EP up here mostly because there's no reason not to, and also for anyone interested in hearing what a year of learning about studio recording can do for your sound. ^_^ The original About This Album notes are below, unedited.

----- Original About This Album -----
This EP is a work-in-progress pre-release of four songs from the upcoming Crime and the Forces of Evil debut full-length CD, Dick Tracy Must Die. Essentially, the songs are mixed, but not mastered, and will certainly be fiddled with before the full-length CD is released. Sales of this EP will help us pay for finishing the full CD, so if you like what you hear at all, buy in!

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released January 29, 2010

Crime and the Forces of Evil want to thank those several people who have helped with this project so far, including those who sponsored equipment for Criminal Studios at Murkworks North: Deborah Hooker, Diego R. Martinez, Maria-Katriina Lehtinen, Elane S. D. Imgroven, Barbara Cathyl, and Silussa. We'd also like to thank Russ Birch, S.J. Tucker, Kevin K' Wiley, and Tony Fabris for desperately-needed advice, Alexander James Adams for saying, "Dara, you really need to be performing" and meaning it, and Quen, Cathy Fiorello, Angela Korra'ti, Kathryn Tewson, Batya, and Cow for moral support and listening to all. these. rough. cuts.

All songs recorded at Murkworks North in late 2009 and early 2010. Album art, cover design, tracking, mixing, mastering, and fuckups by R. Korra'ti. We like Trinity-made Irish Bouzoukis; want to sponsor us, guys? ^_^

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We are one bunch of seriously pissed-off elves, writing the songs of the supervillains. Enjoy our rage-driven acoustic elfmetal, or our GeoIP-driven heat ray. It's up to you.

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