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Sic Transit Mundus

by Booklegger

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1.
Handaxe 05:14
We cut our teeth on simple needs, on herd and grain, and picking stones to fit our hands. And thus was born: hominin thought, hominin deed. Then, our simple thoughts shaped our tools, knapping stones to fit our hands. And thus was born: hominin thought, hominin deed, hominin dreams. And fire was tamed. And wolf was tamed. Handaxe let us dream. What clever apes we made. Then, our simple tools shaped our thoughts, lithic flakes of ape removed. And thus was born: a killer with hominin thought, hominin deed, hominin dreams. And land was claimed. And gods were named. Handaxe let us dream. What clever killers we made. Hand. Axe. Kill. Lithic flakes of ape removed.
2.
K 02:04
3.
Obituaries 07:20
You burned a hole like the sun, darkest light, shining bright in our eyes. You dug a hole that fills with life, careful and slow, in our hearts with a knife. I wish your god was real I know he would punish you. Your tombstone reads: "May he rot in death as he did in life." Sekhmet's breath scorching your neck, her wind runs red, through your head drunk with death. You deserve what will be written. I wish your god was real I know he would punish you. Your tombstone reads: "May he rot in death as he did in life." Your death is meaningless. As is your life.
4.
Polaris 07:24
When the clouds crashed up the mountainside, you watched a great heaving, green planet swallow the sky. And now you close your eyes and swing your fists in faith. All these crooked stars, you bathe in their quick light. Align your body, set your heart. This blind arcing faith is your new true Polaris. You learned the wrong lesson from all of this wasted pain, this light of death in the rain. All these crooked stars, you bathe in their quick light. Align your body, set your heart. This blind, arcing faith is your new true Polaris. Set your shoulders, crane your neck. This blind arcing faith is your new true north. "O my Lord, New North Star, my veins filled with plasma, touched by your hand of fire, guide me, my Stabbing Light, into darkness..."
5.
M 03:45
6.
Waters 07:06
On this day, I fall. Let my arms break under the weight. A babbling brook denied becomes a deluge. I fear my failures will wash the earth clean of all I've built. The waters come as I sleep, safe in my bed, safe in my room safe in my home, safe in my dreams trapped in a valley. I fear my failures will wash the earth clean of all I've built.
7.
Vespero 09:13
"I awoke that morning to a sudden clang of silence, a pallid morning light bleeding from dusk’s horizon, some ersatz pyre mocking the glory of dawn. As I stepped outside, and the wind grew hot on my face, I knew what we had done." We kindled poison suns, that we might strike first and bathe in fire to cleanse the earth of those we feared would cleanse us first. We violent children... That day I left my withered home, as the ashes of our cities and our dead were borne on pyre wind to touch the livid sky, and strangle the sun, and starve the life from all those who yet remain. We violent children have set our small blue world aflame. No trees. No warmth. No life. No sun. No stars. No light. Q: The heavens are emptied. Why have you forsaken us? A: Your darkness fills the sky. Why have you forsaken yourselves? Forsaken! Forsaken! Vespero mundi expectando!
8.
Fires 14:36
I love you, but we are a broken hammer: all shims and splints, and full of good intentions. I set fires. I set fires. I fill the sky with light. I set fires. We talk in the heat like a dry summer creek, filled with last winter's leaves. A silence of nettles, old growth, and underbrush. And the pitch pine bark hides a turpentine heart. I knew this day would come. Eye to eye in the heat, mouth in haste, roots embrace. Does sapling or wasteland this caress of kindling make? We dreamt of rain for this place, for new growth to heal our mistakes. I love you still, but we both know the rains have left us. Sunbleached limbs and hollow hearts, our lives our heavy with fuel. Skin on skin feels like flint, like lightning, like wind. I love you, but we are a forest in waiting. I set fires. I set fires. I fill the sky with light. I set fires. I set fires. I set fires. Broken branches piled high, I burn the Winter from our lives, without flames the forest dies. I set fires. I set fires. I set fires. I fill the sky with light. I set fires.

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"Sic Transit Mundus" is our debut full length album.
Three years in the making, and the culmination of everything we've ever put into this band. Available digitally and as a limited edition cassette.

Also, $1 of every sale will be donated to Girls Rock Philly!

credits

released June 1, 2019

Produced by Booklegger & Robin Carine / Special Candy
Recording & Mixing by Robin Carine / Special Candy
at The Zone in Philadelphia, PA
Mastering by James Plotkin
Illustration & Layout by Fred Grabosky at FTG
All songs by Booklegger

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Booklegger Philadelphia, Pennsylvania

Philadelphia noisy doomgaze. Many amps. Much heavy.

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Drake (he/him)- Bass
Carl (he/him) - Drums

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