He gets no sleep, he cannot keep, his eyes open.
His cloudy heart bleeds out the door.
He joins the dots, he cannot stop, feeling broken.
What are these silent bruises for? 'Cause he can see no more.
Sugar coating turning sour.
Half life at the eleventh hour.
His pallid skin is giving in to the routine.
Each day, no different from the last.
A thousand words lined up in herds with no translation.
The years have scratched and torn his mask, and now it's tearing fast.
Sugar coating turning sour.
Half life at the eleventh hour.
Breathing, choking, losing power,
Triumph comes at the eleventh hour.
An album of songs created with a late friend of mine, released in his memory. All proceeds with be donated to CRY (Cardiac Risk in the Young) Joe Bailey
Well played and produced prog rock, presented by a musician passionate about his craft. And who wouldn’t love those Rush influences. Just great music. mjbb61
When you like your prog to be more beautiful and/or accessible than prog-proggy, than this is for you! Melodic as hell and yes, Peter Falconer is quite a singer! That wouldn't go half the way without the solid songs of Pat Sanders. A great combination of skills ;-) Carsten Pieper
The Long Island metal band's third album etches arena-sized hooks into their jagged compositions, deftly balancing experimental and poppy inclinations. Bandcamp Album of the Day May 12, 2022