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The Long Erode

by Dry Wedding

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1.
I’ve begun to speak when no one else is able to hear me even I’m exhausted from listening to the frenzy of the raving and rambling warp and weft consumed by the golden loom my phrases follow suit over and under a tension the battened cloth wound in quick succession silence is woven worn like sleeves too wide and long for me bearers of change dangling wrap the taciturn threads around my swelling head an eclipse plumage refusing to shed these layers cannot fully hide the blue veins trapped in ice the limbs dressed as hanged men by my side when the nerve stirs the lips I’ll let the threads slip held between my teeth the braided bridle and bit silence is woven smothered expressions like an oil spiral purling in a drain the fibers intertwine as I tie them tight around my windpipe slip on the sackcloth and leather with red rot to abstain from the hem and the haw down to the pit we’ve all grown silent pierce our ears with awl so we can hear it the low hum heard by everyone no refuge for those with the wise blood the unraveling the return of the rambling we squawk all at once for the threads come undone they come undone
2.
Tooth & Claw 05:16
you were staring down the barrel on the day that we met it was nothing new you were accustomed to playing the poor hand and cheating death smokeless powder in the chamber pennies in the well the coins still glistening the water not fit to drink impurities spread pooled in your chest soaking your marrow lacing your breath whispering a strong bone mantra screaming a lullaby please hold on I knew what I had before it was gone this final law gnashed in the gnaw of nature’s jaw tooth and claw you must have had a premonition isolate as you started to fade the dignity of peacefully passing in your own way I hope you knew how I cared for you as the teeth finished their grind I make a plea to praise the living the way we honor the dead to nurture this cruel nature that orchestrates our beginnings and ends the staccatos and legatos the warbles and the chimes in your memory extend the tenderness you stirred in me tooth and claw it’s all red in tooth and claw
3.
Repose 05:02
spirit dipped like a paschal candle in need of flame the nails intact encased in holy wax an offering of feeble faith symbols it’s been adorned with have been stripped of significance common shapes with no purpose let the fire move through the virgin wick and candlestick ashes of ascension repose in requiem christened with the dew from the womb of the dawning our fervor will emerge anew after just one stunted gust the ardor slows to a smoldering crawl inhale the soot as the columns fall cough into the altar cloth name the image on the linen shroud uttered in pulse but not aloud silhouettes slowly dance in stained glass eyes flesh turned stone on the tongue flung straight through to deny repose in requiem christened with the dew from the womb of the dawning our fervor will emerge anew silhouettes slowly dance in stained glass eyes flesh turned stone on the tongue swallow the sacrifice repose in requiem christened with the dew from the womb of the dawning our fervor will emerge anew
4.
the hunt for content men ends upon the bluff with no windows facing the waves the fantasy’s enough salt degrades each house sun dulls board and blade the abrasion unknown or ignored bedrock crumbles the same they take two pockets full of this warm coarse sand arrive at the first plot they find haphazard homeland passing through I sit on that pulsing ridge like the backbone of Leviathan the calm before the scratch of the itch the long erode how long I’ve yearned to be a beacon on the crest swiftly pass through every moment I have stalking what comes next it may be better still or it may never be as tangible as their pockets of sand but woe is more than me the long erode
5.
Tessera 06:46
slab of molten glass chisels in our hands annealed to cut pure fragments from opaque to reflect pressed into cement meticulous arrangement the portrait must answer for us figures form contorted along the walls and floors despite all we’ve done our immaculate design is not without flaw a misplaced tessera even just one intention incomplete we’ll lay out new impressions until we find that piece tesserae converge sparse patterns emerge methodize the crude outlines shards infuse the shape that our vision takes vitreous pale images grotesque against our only wish figures form contorted now along the walls and floors despite all we’ve done our immaculate design is not without flaw a misplaced tessera icons undone a raw façade collage we shall not be judged as I hold the final pieces pressed into my palms alright
6.
Mercy Bird 04:29
we shuffle our feet to the thrash of the bird with one wing circling and circling an obstacle found in everything a dive with the lurch quivering, curled in the dirt harlot land stripped of flower and fruit crushed bluebird by the heel of my boot this mercy’s dizzying take my hand and follow my lead waltz across the scrambling vines searching for signs of life peel back the rinds free the parched seeds inside scatter like feathers left relinquished roots in barren beds white noise static skies we tango as one wing flies forever dip and twist eternal return to all of this I hold you up I hold your gown I hold you in I hold you down I let go and our bodies slow we sit down, collect what we know scoop up the heaving creature this time cradle it close but I squeeze too tight it may not be for me to decide if bird returns to earth or sky which part of this will is truly free in this punishing mercy? I hold you up I hold your gown I hold you in I hold you down
7.
Father's Day 05:14
fathers dragged through the streets deconstruct our histories I’ll keep the pieces worth remembering and toss the remnant confetti on Father’s Day on Father’s Day it’s a patricidal cavalcade on Father’s Day it’s time to celebrate on Father’s Day barricades with scrawled surnames mothers sit by their windows and wave children fish the bits from the grates silver flakes and black water traits on Father’s Day on Father’s Day it’s a patricidal cavalcade on Father’s Day it’s time to celebrate on Father’s Day the parade dwindles to the first born the seconds, the thirds, the fourths lugging these loads along the course laid out for the brood of the bloodline forged on Father’s Day on Father’s Day it’s a patricidal cavalcade on Father’s Day it’s time now don’t be late on Father’s Day how long must we carry you before we can bury you?
8.
another night I’ve learned to breathe in humid fumes hovering above me contagious room the ceiling drips the body glows on the crucifix sick call set the sacrament until you’re safe there is no rest I chant your name on every street you tempt demons an unanswered prayer for peace if I let it all defeat me gravel pressed into my knees allow it to beat me hollow a covenant to heal in our home how fleeting this relief captured, released I’m stretched out in unrest again but my forgiveness has its limits is it because I’m weak or is it loyalty that keeps me ill, waiting for you in this contagious room?

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Debut LP on Resurrection Records
All music written by Dry Wedding
All lyrics written by Davey Ferchow

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released July 31, 2020

Engine-eared and Mixed by Billy Anderson at Hallowed Halls
and Everything HZ in Portland, OR
Additional Engineering by Ethan Stouder
Produced by Dry Wedding and Billy Anderson
Mastered by Justin Weis at Trakworx
Artwork by Jarrod Green
Layout by Eddie Granado

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Dry Wedding Portland, Oregon

PDX Post-Cowpunk

Davey Ferchow
Jarrod Green
Chadwick Ferguson
Tom Fuller

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