https://directhit.bandcamp.com/track/always-demo
Recorded and released during the 2020 COVID-19 Pandemic
All proceeds to benefit MKEBlack.org
Written and produced by Nick Woods
Performances and additional production by
– Devon Kay, Maura Weaver, Joram Zbichorski (Direct Hit)
– Alex Meylink, Nate Johnson (Telethon)
– Jon Lewis (Dopamines)
Mixed by Mike Kennerty
Art by Walker Dubois
lyrics
They came alive on the carpet of a jungle in a time past, present, or future – who’s to know?
Standing at her side was her Partner, made of metal, staring through the plastic straight into skull, eyes permanently wide
They’d awoke by the programmed will of The Prophets, long since buried and burned – like the future they’d promised
And when you’re born without meaning, meant to know not but yourself, you find your purpose in just about anything – you find your purpose in primitive pulses
So like always they felt anxious – but unlike ever they felt a pull somewhere in the distance
And like always they walked toward horizon, and unlike ever their steps had purpose, and unlike ever their steps had purpose for once in their livesThey’d never met a soul face-to-face on this scorched earth covered in mold – their only human touch was pushed through a screen, just characters in digital paintings
But still they felt the tick-tick-tick get louder and louder as their sick tired mind got a little less crowded and the days turned into nights, while sunrises and sets blurred together
They never wait til morning to keep walking, to wander deeper into that dark, hoping at least for some kind of mirage
And like always the felt anxious – but unlike always there was somewhere to be, and unlike always they followed a signalFollowing the wind, can’t tell where they’re going
Following the silence, separate from knowing
Following the silhouette of something arisen and emerging from the post-prehistoric originAnd then that tick-tick-tick-tick-tick stopped
Towering tall out on the plane, it took their breath away
And she felt the same thing they all felt when the long and awful story was finally overSo like always, they kept walking, marching toward that thing they’d felt spinning in place like an orbiting atom
When hope is at a climax it make the letdown too hard to handle
Is it too much temptation to swallow?
And is it worth it for choking when eating?But like always
They kept walking
And wandered deeper into that dark
Toward the first thing they ever felt