Parallel Lines

by The Duke And The Dauphin

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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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Jeffrey Mull (Top): thatwhiskeyguy@gmail.com

Marshall Hattersley: soundcloud.com/marshall-hattersley

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Track Name: Strive After The Wind
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)
Track Name: So Is The Flesh
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)
Track Name: Obstinate Summer
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)
Track Name: Ants
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
Track Name: Parallel Lines
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.