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Hollow Be My Name

by Eleventh He Reaches London

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dan My copy of Reissued vinyl arrived today. Love the double vinyl. My original copy was stolen 10 years ago. Stoked to have it back on my shelf. In my opinion, this is one of the greatest albums I've ever heard. I remember the cd copy I had stayed playing in my car stereo for years back in the day. Favorite track: Girt By Piss.
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Morts Doesn't strike me with the immediacy that The Good Fight For Harmony did, though it will probably grow on me more the more I hear it. Still dramatic, but the heaviness is pulled back a bit and the storytelling aspect is more evident. Favorite track: Hill of Grace.
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cyclopeantrash Depressing and sobering post-hardcore with a more than modest influence from prog-rock.

theworldsloneliestbanjo/10 Favorite track: I Am the Bearer, I Stand In Need.
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1.
Hollow Be My Name I work on earth Baron and brown Smuggling seedlings Something will grow 
I watch the seeds
Turning a tree
Foreign insects Trespass the leaves 
I work on earth
Baron and brown
Frail and sunburnt 
Unlike my tree 
It strains away Gathering height Closer to God but Further from me 
It joined the earth
Baron and brown
Same in context I hated its sight I tore the limbs
Stripped off the bark
If I can't grow here Neither will he 
I’m allowed to grow
In the vision of God
But he'll strip off my bark if I grow to the world 
I’m allowed to live
As a symbol of birth
But nothing, no nothing, is ever, ever allowed I’m allowed to grow In the vision of God But he'll tear off my limbs if I grow to the world 
I’m allowed to curse him
If he's the one that built me I’m allowed to use his fucking name in vain 
I dream sleeping beneath it I dream being its father Teaching all there is to teach about the world I'll stretch out my limbs And outgrow this fucking world If it gets me killed then so be it 'cause I’m tired of the world And the world is tired of me 
The tree won't grow and nor the world around
I never knew that I'd destroy it all 
I could plant a seed and grow another tree But I'm tired, I'm tired, I'm tired
2.
Britain And Structure All I am fiction incarnate, anchored songs from a womb or lair All I hate Britain and structure, fiscal goals for a house to share Of the grain and land I'll never have, I'll be caught in another man's house, though I'll spend my life in prison, I'm the best I'll ever get You'll wait and write me letters, I'll reply to every one, you'll feel good about being loyal, but I'm the best you'll ever get Thoughts will crack my skull, so I lay to sleep through weather, I'll toil away There's no ship of change, so I lay to sleep though weather, I'll never be home Thoughts will crack my skull as I dig my fingers into the breach for nothing, I'll toil away There's no ship of change, so I lay to sleep though weather, I'll never be home I'll be held never, so lay and moan I'll be drained lifeless, and lay and moan In my head I'll never let you go, bullshit chivalry, extinction is okay to bare I'll write with my liver, hamstrung literature There's a reason why I drink, there's a reason why I'll die here, singing along to comfortless verses and smashing glasses of wine to prove my point There's a reason why I stole, there's a reason for as long as I can remember, I've wanted to kill myself to prove a point There's a reason why I stole, there's a reason for as long as I can remember, I want the world to know me alive through death
3.
I Am The Bearer, I Stand In Need I fucking loved you, but never said a word to make it known
I fucking loathed you, but never said the words as hard to harm I'm so tired of sourcing men to quote My God doesn't quiver, and nor should he do From threats below the Tropic of Cancer, and nor should he do I was born a fucking idiot, but no one told me til die o' it My God doesn't quiver, from threats below the Tropic of Cancer Well I was born who I was and no doctored manuscript could say that I'm not But I'll take my own word for it and wear the sign “here be a cunt” I sat beneath portraits, and drew symbols of brotherhoods on my arm I used only pencil, 'cause nothing in my life can ever last I watched my mother garden, and thought of all the times I've made her cry I watched my sister watch me, and we both agreed kids like us never last I crawl under the stairs, I crawl under the ferns Decaying leaves and garden tools She drags her fingers across the earth I can hear my mother weep In other soil in another world She's getting drunk and starting fights With famous pricks who run the world I can hear my sister weep In another house in another room 
These fingers move faster
These lungs grow louder
I can hear my body weep
“Spare the drama now go to sleep”
 My father looks upon his house and into ferns, and tells his son “You've made your women weep So leave the house or leave your life” I dream, I dream of England Oh foreign fern the world in bloom I dream, I dream of England Oh rotting wood my boat to sail I never thought of what I did I fucking love what's wrong with me No prayer or wine could twist my arm To say I was wrong about my life 
I'd never harm a living soul If I was told they didn't deserve it Decaying leaves to hide my corpse I don't want his hands to fucking touch me I hid in the local fern, and no one ever knew I, made my God quiver, through social dissonance and planned dementia I, made myself quiver, with social dissonance and planned dementia I, made myself quiver, with social dissonance and forced dementia
4.
Son, You’re Almost An Orphan I held my mother, not for her grief It's not how he lived, father I've known I hide and shiver, under the stairs They carry bones in your skin, father I've known
5.
Oh, Brother 05:14
Oh, Brother Oh those notes ring loud, if she played that song in my house from her hands, I'd take her notes away My father spoke the words “You're tall and grand, like a piano but whose keys were sold for rope” The world turns brown the earth my discord note, he sings his songs from trees he knows will never grow ”Hey, oh, brother, since you've been away, Mum and God have quit their fighting” ”Hey, oh, brother, I often think about, which one of us will kill themselves first” Those notes ring loud, those notes ring loud, play those notes in my house, those notes ring loud Those notes ring loud, those notes ring loud, play that song in my house, those notes ring loud
6.
Gaze To The North All I'd want from God, is to kiss his red hand Look in his eyes and spit on his face I've now become, a weight on the scales A whale to the sea, a ghost to the home I'd want from God, a sleep with no wake Ironic and true and gaze to the north
7.
Toorali 05:10
Toorali He hates himself, but loves the robe he wears, he drapes himself, the cold is yet to come His heart swings to, the waves beneath the hull, he dreams of love, but love has left his world He spends himself, boiling his ethanol fine, he shares it all and leads us to sing Toorali Oorali Oorali Oorali Aye He said “dreams are richer than life, so sleep whenever you can”, I know I shouldn't repeat this, but I'd love to take my Queen’s neck and then shout “OFF WITH HER HEAD!“ and paint a cross with her blood, comparing the one she drew with mine, well they look the same and they'll always look the same' And we sang toorali addity and we sang toorali aye, I'm reborn in criminal empathy, or rather, a blade to the throat Toorali Oorali Oorali Oorali Aye Death is my holiday, from being alive, as I leave old England behind
8.
Hill Of Grace I drank my Hill of Grace whole, we slept through weather Our wealth and our toil I drank my Hill of Grace, I drank my hermitage, I drank my ethanol to sleep in the soil
9.
Girt By Piss 06:11
Girt By Piss Oh, all my boxes of collectable insects I've displayed proud in my room I told my sister, to never let My mother throw them out

They are my gift To her child A reminder Of the colour Of the love And the crime That my aimless direction Was directed to strike Flies and locusts, I dressed as monarchs Sit in thrones in a kingdom of boxes I shovelled their guts out, trampled their corpses And dragged their bodies with oxen 
And I left The court house Under phantom guide Of the crescent Of the lord And his lions That face toward (to each other) To corner the world Gaps between, the gaps I slipped through Endless chasms and moats of kingdoms I hid in the bracken, I listened and acted I tore the flesh from the bitch on the throne I was fucking bulimic to words of Jesus Fucking gospel from science reluctants I fell in the gaps, the gaps between and No one ever told me so 
Social dissonance, beds of bracken trials and judgements, science reluctants 
Social dissonance, beds of bracken trials and judgements, science reluctants Forced dementia, walls of water Girt by piss, the waves hit 
Ocean spoke to me We'll sail together, you'll be deck, I'm here beneath you Human spoke to sea 
Human spoke to sea I'll be your teacher, if you send a wave to drown us Ocean spoke to me 
So young, depressed and inflammable For as long as I've been living I hated something above my height Fathers, monarchs or government, so I stole 
From innocuous street vendors I felt like I deserved it all I needed worth between my hands To feel what worth felt like, at all 
As leave in chains so petrified 
I've never liked the sea Reflecting grinds of unjust woes As ocean froth so foreign cleanses me 
As I scratch away the face Of monarchs on new currency I'd snap this worthless coin in half And drag the ragged edge to die 
I woke from dreams about my life My mother's smile and father's fight A lack of sympathy for my fellow man In this boat I can finally Grieve Of my fate Of the life I'll waste And the gaps through the system that I fell 
I love the world I live in but I hate the country I've left I'll change you Australia or I'll leave again with a rope around my neck Oh I can be brilliant and oh I can change
Oh I'd love to burn the Union Jack and never grieve again
10.
Death Is My Holiday Black is the shade of my curtain, draped on the wood of my stage Laid under tree and revered by no man, under the cross and the Queen Black is the shade of my curtain, draped on the wood of my stage Drank til we sung and we sung til it hurt, death is my holiday
11.
For the Commonwealth and the Queen 
Bile stains, on my pillow by my head and there's vomit from my pen Laid
Out on my bed Paralysed dreaming of death Oh the summer how we cantered proud of each other, proud of the summer
Hair
Drape down like capes Tangled in knots, covered in sand 
Oh tangled we get, through tangents of death Spiralling colours through black holes of culture 
I wait...
For ribs to part, reach in and pull out beating organs
And throw the mess to the curious blank of the
Two of us whom started, til two of us got square We sat and shook like homeless And reluctantly dissolved Into the social vacuum lesser when we left deprived 
And lay vacantly The two of us got started, then the two of us got square and rid the woe between us by fucking hard and drinking equally 
For ribs to part, reach in and pull out beating organs
And throw the mess to the curious blank of the
Two of us whom started, til two of us got square
We sat and shook like homeless Then stood and reluctantly dissolved To the vestige of our state That observes like flightless owls
While the men drink and note their words to Commonwealth and the Queen We rely on our mother and our sister that are there to keep our heads
While the men fight like lions, for the Commonwealth and the Queen 
I know no men who are lions
Boasting or showing symptoms of life
Live for themselves but not die for the Queen 
Men are not lions Blessed nor confident and living for blood
Proud of the summer and kissed by the sword
That killed off our common sense
The owls and lions are proof 
And how I drank, vomited common sense 
Oh destoroyer, I've grown up too fast And how I hung breaking my vertebrae Held in my fists were letters to owls 
In Soho, In Soho, In Soho see how I hung?
I drank myself to choice
For the Commonwealth and the Queen 
In Soho, In Soho, In Soho
see how I hung
I gave up on love
For the Commonwealth and the Queen 
In Soho, In Soho, In Soho see how I hung? I'd light up on stage For the Commonwealth and the Queen 
My mother lost her way And my sister turned away The system got the best of us and that system tore the rhythm from our hearts

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released March 28, 2009

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