An Excellent Servant But a Terrible Master
by Pyrrhon
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New Parasite
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Idiot Circles
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released 07 February 2011
Guitars - Dylan DiLella
Vocals - Doug Moore
Bass - Erik Malave
Drums - Alex Cohen
All Music by Pyrrhon
All Lyrics by Doug Moore
Recorded and Mixed by Dan Pilla at Bad Lab Studios in Tabernacle, NJ (January 2011)
Mastered by Colin Marston at The Thousand Caves in Queens, NY (February 2011)
Artwork and Logo by Caroline Harrison
Released by Selfmadegod Records September 2011
Guitars - Dylan DiLella
Vocals - Doug Moore
Bass - Erik Malave
Drums - Alex Cohen
All Music by Pyrrhon
All Lyrics by Doug Moore
Recorded and Mixed by Dan Pilla at Bad Lab Studios in Tabernacle, NJ (January 2011)
Mastered by Colin Marston at The Thousand Caves in Queens, NY (February 2011)
Artwork and Logo by Caroline Harrison
Released by Selfmadegod Records September 2011
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- Track Name: New Parasite
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The subway tunnels sigh
Damp air rushing up through oiled grates
Drawn from phlegmy pools
That fester beneath the streets
Avert your eyes and grit your teeth
This too shall pass
The gutters are packed with strangled souls
This too shall pass
The steel is melting, the mortar is crumbling
This too shall pass
My words will fade and these pages will rot
This too shall pass
My fingers trace tile walls
And caress the crass graffitos
That fill the pits and cracks
Like eczema crusting a scar
Avert your eyes and grit your teeth
This too shall pass
The gutters are packed with strangled souls
This too shall pass
The steel is melting, the mortar is crumbling
This too shall pass
My words will fade and these pages will rot
This too shall pass
Above, the world buzzes
Wires, fridges, flickering fixtures
Commercial jingles and radio chatter
Blaring klaxons and whispering mendicants
The city has fallen ill
Its foundations sink into muck
Avert your eyes and grit your teeth
This too shall pass
The gutters are packed with strangled souls
This too shall pass
And I crawl the streets
Gobbling its corrupted flesh
Even as it sickens me
Oh, how the angels kiss my senses
And how the fear shrouds my mind
As the beast dies all around me
I could not feel more alive - Track Name: Idiot Circles
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We find ourselves lost
In a maze of our own design
The signposts have all burned down
And we fade by the day
When the wind blows,
I shed dried-up morals
Like leaves in autumn
Or dead skin cells,
Desiccated by years of misuse,
And left to fill the guts of mites
And muffle spiders’ footfalls
Oh, that we could forget
And turn our eyes from the floodwaters
But even a liar like me
Knows that we must drown
Show me that the things that you value
Have value since you value them
We can feel meaningful
Because it means we have meaning
Let’s hoard grains of sand
And worship junk data
Let’s build a palace of static
And lose ourselves inside
Let’s march around and around and around again
All the debased logic
The spent, weathered values
And the ashes of intentions
Bear their witness against me
I can hear them every hour
I can hear them every day
Ten billion orphans
Screaming in the abyss
