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Hieme Bellum

by A Yawn Worth Yelling

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1.
Sirens 00:34
War
2.
Shivering with heat from the cold, they took their stances on the battlefield, Though they weren’t armless, defeatedly artless. Romance spilled over barbed wire, bomb shells and empty tanks. Bulletproof yearning and purpose unswerving. Are we going home yet? We’ve been out here for far too long. We watched them shoeless in the war, Weapons replaced by dancing, We never saw them giving love; They were love romancing. We watched them shirtless in the war, Comfort replaced by laughing, We never saw them giving love; They were love romancing. Suddenly the war was over, Neither side had won at all. Unsatisfied, the victors applied to the battle next Fall. And Oh! how the war then raged, casualties from every age. They became murderous in a non-violent way. They kissed with bullets, They cheered with grenades, They danced over mines, They hugged within gas, They loved with a war, They killed with a love.
3.
Leave us be, let us go. Because all we’ve ever wanted, all we’ve ever needed Was to see, was to be, for ourselves, what we are, for a start. Oh, free. Let it all be known to the guys, to the girls who want to listen. Don’t get caught in something, don’t get caught in something, don’t get caught in something, Don’t get caught!
4.
I am “the sourest Castro of fidelity”. I am “the most interruptive of honoraries,” Seeping through the pores of a conversation, worming, clawing at the clutches in the words. The hopping of the birds. And every week the signs are getting clearer, nearer, For narration of my life in decimals. Burnt fervor, drowned by the ponderous-they're on to us!-boorish burden of a blink. Blistering listful; “Your form of language leaves us languid. Jaws filled with invisible pillows, Gape for us. Gape for us!” Interim of our breathing, replaced with rest. “You mouth you're wordy, but words from your gritted teeth never speak as loud as you'd like them too, isn't that right darling? Talk for me, I'm all ears and earnestly amused.”
5.
Buildings 04:58
You laid the foundation You’re flooding my cracks. my cracks The burden of our thoughts lays heavy on our back. our back You were the most natural of disasters that I never planned, And you were the first tremor to show me that not all buildings can stand. Return of the afterthought, I’ve come back. And I bet you never thought that music like this could attack. You were the most unnatural of disasters that I ever planned, And you were the first earthquake to show me that not all buildings can stand.
6.
Winter 04:23
While none inside the house had stirred, Into the walls was etched the family proverb; “To thine own land, thy shall be true, Until the land takes care of you.” December’s snow was melting fast Running us through with streaks of blue Hugging us cold, as if we’d asked it to. The water trickled past the ground Underneath: A silent sound Eroding away, this foundation’s overdue. But will you ever listen to A boy’s solemn wisdom? A sadness of the likes I have never witnessed. A hundred fifty years of family traditions Their eloquence of watering his eyes As eloquent as the snow-fell water on the rise. December’s snow had payed them well The frost was banking far more ^^than what they could sell But holed up below, the sinking’s made itself known. First it payed a visit to the crops, then the barn came a-crashing and the ground fell through. Then it sank without a stop To the house which split in two. A wonder of the likes I have never witnessed. 15 minutes of nature’s traditions. They had it coming while I’ve never had a say It’s unbecoming of me in this place to ever stay.
7.
Fever 03:41
They said, "it takes a thousand years to make a single word." So I wasted no time in unlearning the one isolating application ^^of each-noun and verb. They told me "we are creatures constantly starving to death Weeping to grow, growing to age, breathing which ripens us with every breath. " Nothing lasts and nothing leaves us We pass on as light dressed up as fire. Life will last if it relieves us. But I observe as a rock underwater, current churning around me. And as it swims around me, I can adapt quietly And the more I remain motionless, The more I realize it's for the best. And as the flow goes toward me, I stand firm resolutely For I can glean no rest From swimming with the rest. I'm the rattling chains of the change In my pocket, which lines my every inch, every bone And i have grown ten years in growing up for several months alone. If you can somehow connect to me I am no longer unique, And if anyone speaks through me I lose sight of what I seek. I look in the mirror. Jaw jutted, mouth bleating. My hand holds my heart. In hopes that it's beating. We lose our sight to the 3am fever.
8.
So Naturally 03:48
Why milquetoast do you insist on breaking out Of the shell you’ve made, breathing knee deep? When should I lock you up? I am not one to see us out. We both took our leave. Stopped and stared, laughed to breathe, Washed it all down the sink. Shopped for coupons, saved for spending, Now for later, yes to “pending”. Rest assured my worst of friends cause we have brought a symphony of words To help you reconcile the fact that what you lack is the means to roll with the punch. For two years, walking came so naturally, Until I ran Far from here, to somewhere, Where the sights couldn’t see me.
9.
I make penny-scented candles, they’re the only sense that I have made of this place. Less aroma-therapeutic, more a sunburnt skin that felt to peel away. When we see a wealth amass larger than a two-bedroom condo, We will loon and clasp our hands, just as long as it takes to spend it through. But for now their trust was a contact sport, rough and tumble, fumbling under Gurgling surefire uncertainty. As the cars merged like zippers, he shivered like coins on a dryer, they tried to drown their sadness, ^^Alive, alive, alive. they discovered how to float, a moon heavily pixelated like honeycomb, set his bones to a wintery gallop, vvAlive, alive, alive. I gave a nod to blackbird of cognitive emotion; They looplessly tumbled. As he began falling, he started sounding suddenly; A billowing rumble. I called to his anchored foreign harbor of endurance, As to relieve the stress in me, But he was carefully cunning, tiptoeing through the borders, The most dashing of validity. I am fawning over you dear, simply antlering a doe with duct tape, And I sweat in my shirt, sweatshirt, overalls and tank tops to help us escape. When we see a wealth amass larger than a two-bedroom condo, We will loon and clasp our hands, just as long as it takes to spend it through. But for now their trust was a contact sport, rough and tumble, fumbling under Gurgling surefire uncertainty. As the cars merged like zippers, he shivered like coins on a dryer, they tried to drown their sadness, Alive, alive, alive. But they discovered how to float, a moon heavily pixelated like honeycomb, set his bones to a wintery gallop, Alive, alive, alive.
10.
These Trees 04:25
I've seen you standing overshadowed, overcast it's raining in your head. I know it's hard to think through the pitter and patter clouding what you're after when you seek it. Get out, go home to where your needed, where your needed--or is it raining in your heart? I know it's hard to think when you're starting to question the things you thought you've already answered. But me, who am I to give advice? Cause' I feel the same. Is it such a crime that I don't know what I'm doing with my own time,that I don't know what I'm doing with my life? I've seen the hands they keep on turning but the fact remains that I'm still sitting here. And now, it's dark and I can feel it slowly creeping in--is it best that I should try to go to sleep now? But you, who are you to give advice? Cause we feel the same. Is it such a crime that we don't know what we're doing with our own time, that we don't know what we're doing with our lives?
11.
The sun turned blue, and the sea turned yellow, In time we asked ourselves why? Why is that? Oh sweet consequences. My mind went black, and my eyes, they came back. The knots we’ve tied, so strong, yet all too composed are all that we know. Know that we cannot be answered Not like this, no, not like this. And we wonder why we never saw this coming. It’s simple that we never gave it thought. No, we never thought it would be us. Growing up nobody ever does. And then it happens.

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released July 24, 2012

Brayden Deskins, Johannes Heine, Tyler Boyd, Taylor Stover and Joseph Pisacane | Produced by Kenneth Thomas Alarcon and A Yawn Worth Yelling | Engineered & Mixed by Kenneth Thomas Alarcon | All Songs written by A Yawn Worth Yelling | Album art courtesy of Lauren Davison | Print & Design by Buzzsaw Media | Band photo courtesy of Heartbeats Photography | Concept by Brayden Deskins, Tyler Boyd, Taylor Stover, Johannes Heine and Sam Lerner | “Hieme Bellum” short story adaptation written by Johannes Heine & Taylor Stover | Violin on Track 4 by Erica Dorn and Track 10 by Erica Dorn and Connor Eagleton | Special thanks to Brent Miller, Rita Heine, Todd Deskins, Rita Estrada, Scott Boyd and Joan Boyd | Additional thanks to those who donated to our Kickstarter campaign, without your support we would not have been able to release this album.
A Yawn Worth Yelling © 2012 Sunny Vista Studios / Encore Studios 2012

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