* <a href="http://www.gutenberg.org/files/13830/13830-h/13830-h.htm">The Wreck of the Hesperus</a>, by Henry Longfellow.
I thought you'd better know
How building ladders from everyone and everything you find
Won't get you higher,
Because as you'll eat yourself filthy rich
The weight of your arrogance will bring us down.
Oh no, now don't you go thinking you'll be spared.
And you all yelled in some hollow din
As divine digits overpowered your self-sold soul.
But kings, they always died alone,
Pissing themselves once and for all.
So save yourself,
Don't sell yourself again,
Or your desolate heart will fail.
And then you realized you had a sword around your neck
You aimed around at everyone you met.
Your cars were tanks to crush us all
And the fancier the angrier.
Friends were frames to adorn your walls
And the more the merrier,
Or so we went for.
But as you wrecked the Hesperus*
The ship you claimed to helm,
As our tethered figures dangled from its mast
And you blurted out some harrowing defense
About how you thought it was for the best,
Oh, you knew, you knew we'd pity you,
You and your genocidal profitability
You and your self-proclaimed superiority.
released February 17, 2012
Written by Seila Chiara.
Guitars, Bass and Voice recorded at home by Seila Chiara.
Drums recorded at Silversheep Studios.
Mixed and mastered by Benoit Bel at Mikrokosm Recording Studios.
Lyrics by Rémi Komornicki.