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Parallel Lines

by The Duke And The Dauphin

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1.
All I fear is my voice in an empty room Heart to leather righteous will escape her soon Saw Saul on his knees God was in a fever dream And turning to the dark I see I strive after the wind We went in a labyrinth Center’s lost along the sin (I strive after the wind) From the fall was it all just in my mind? Were we born blind? Infinite grace Blood pooling on the ice Eurydice disappeared Or was never really there I looked down I laughed and I pretend to cry Forget how to pray just when about to die Vague words on all these scars More beautiful than ours I strive after the wind We went in a labyrinth Center’s lost along the sin (I strive after the wind) From the fall was it all just in my mind? Bravery is blind I strive after the wind We went in a labyrinth (I looked down I laughed and I pretend to cry) Center’s lost along the sin (Forget how to pray just when about to die) From the fall was it all just in my mind? (Vague words on these scars) Were we born blind? (More beautiful than ours)
2.
My heart, loyal, atones in the dark Alone in the dark Once again in the dark I felt your blood as you said Oh God On my skin Oh God How we sin in the dark Silence sharp enough to kill (all the wounds were by my hand) You weren’t a savior in the end yet still (no need to make amends) All I’m left are memories it may have been a myth we’ve said goodbye so many times and yet you hardly left The spirit is willing, but so is the flesh Silence sharp enough to kill (in your mouth I whisper a poem) You weren’t a savior in the end yet still (you’re the nearest thing to home)
3.
God has given me over to the impious; into the clutches of the wicked he has cast me. I was in peace, but he dislodged me; he seized me by the neck and dashed me to pieces. He has set me up for a target; his arrows strike me from all directions, He pierces my sides without mercy, he pours out my gall upon the ground. He pierces me with thrust upon thrust; he attacks me like a warrior. I have fastened sackcloth over my skin, and have laid my brow in the dust. My face is inflamed with weeping and there is darkness over my eyes, Although my hands are free from violence, and my prayer is sincere. (Job 16:11-17 NAB)
4.
Ants 03:45
lord do not forgive them they know what they do he asks for ants voracious to burning swell his veins your mouth to gorge on sanguinary fruit taste of metal moans of pain in warm life passing (where else could it go) through an unhinged flame lord do not forgive them they know what they do he adores plastic oceans he hates real boats, real rain taste of metal moans of pain smell of ritual (the ants consume his body beckoned by a soul) he escapes (but he'll be back tomorrow aching to be sold) like a warm life passing (where else could it go) through an unhinged flame
5.
You were my past It started with you. We watched clouds pass And glass turn to blue. Rigid and stark, conquered and grey The spot in my eye where you still remain Just kids in the dark misreading signs Two parallel lines. God of all weak people. People without a home Thirty-five years from the steeple, yet never nearly alone We built barricades, and castles of books Meanings of space, familial looks Awake just to dance, and fall back to bed It’s more than romance, it’s each word you said Clouds turned to ice, cast back to the fray It’s no sacrifice, it seems we must stay Unworried by time Two parallel lines.

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Parallel Lines by The Duke And The Dauphin is the result of five days of coffee, bible reading, excessive cursing & nostalgia trips. It's a strange collection, ranging from ethereal folk to religious recitals to doomed love ballads. It's a twisted bundle but its intentions are sincere.

Or, as Jeffrey would put it: "This is a culmination of what happens when two people at similar places in life go utterly insane at the same time, and try to express that insanity in the only ways they each know how. Acknowledgement of influence must be given to Mark Twain, Ramon Lopez Velarde, Coors Light, the book of Ecclesiastes, coffee, cigarettes, friendship, confusion, insomnia, and tasteless jokes."

On December 2nd, 2012, upon realizing that my close friend Jeffrey was leaving East County San Diego for San Fransisco in five days, we decided it would be a good idea to try writing and recording five songs, one for each day he was here, over at Rancho Bohemia studios. It was an ambitious experiment but worth a shot, given our usual habits were pretty much limited to watching the Maury show and/or drinking heavily at the time. We spent five solid full-day sessions in Rancho Bohemia studios in Lakeside. Jeffrey would provide words and I would write music to it. We finished it up on December 7th, and Jeffrey left that very day, not hours after the last session.

The rest of the month was spent doing some minor touch ups, mastering, and getting some artwork. And our close friend Shannon gave us permission to use her awesome, awesome stuff. (more found here: shannonstovall.tumblr.com#about)

You can also hear more solo material at soundcloud.com/marshall-hattersley, with new songs being posted regularly.

~Marshall

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released January 1, 2013

Lyrics: Jeffrey Mull
Music: Marshall Hattersley
Album Artwork: Shannon Stovall

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