On a tree-lined Chebucto,
there is an aisle, there is a narrows
Between columns of red light,
A moonlit path to follow, that follows
The hillside, to the northwest arm
and the circle of grey where you
Tempt the Fates in a grisly roulette,
Forget your fears and reserve your regrets,
You’re running
Fender to fender, and pedal to pedal
Asphalt to concrete, rubber to metal
On the far coast of the Passage,
There is a roar, there is a rumble
Of the vinework of the conduits
That process crude, produce a pablum
For its progeny of complacency,
Convenient and commercial they
Take a swig and they try to forget,
Smoke ‘em if you got ‘em, there aren’t many left
Commute a sentence of labour to death and serve it
We’ll run, like Pamplona
For ruin or for restitution,
The red cape of the matador swinging,
I hope you can forgive the intrusion
Split hooves on the asphalt, ready to rage
We’ll ride, tilting at the engines of progress
A bull market is upon us
Faint strains of an anthem singing
We can take it if we want it, if we want to
The strange chorus that we belong to
Fender to fender, and pedal to pedal
Asphalt to concrete, rubber to metal
Ride on Aziz, I’ll don this helmet in your memory.
In the gridlock of this rush hour
A vanguard legion slowly emerges
With no recompense for the elements
And no regard for hulking deterrents
Who march goose-step, in lock-step
With an aggressive agenda they wait
Chomp the bit for the race to begin
Burn it all down, they’ll just build it again,
But not us.
We’ll run, like Pamplona
For ruin or for restitution,
The red cape of the matador swinging,
I hope you can forgive the intrusion
Split hooves on the asphalt, ready to rage
We’ll ride, tilting at the engines of progress
A bull market is upon us
Faint strains of an anthem singing
We can take it if we want it, if we want to
The strange chorus that we belong to
We’ll run, like Pamplona
For ruin or for restitution,
The red cape of the matador swinging,
I hope you can forgive the intrusion
Split hooves on the asphalt, ready to rage
We’ll ride, and redefine the meaning of progress
A bull market is upon us
Stigmata of a martyrdom stinging
We can take it if we want it, if we want to
The great corpus that we belong to
credits
from Essays for Anthems,
released September 1, 2023
Written, performed, recorded and produced by Sean MacGillivray
Additional vocals by Maura Whitman
Mastered by J. Lapointe for Archive Mastering
Literary, angular 12-string electric anthems which seek to agitate rather than soothe. Midwest emo guitar and pop-punk
rhythm, too complicated for punk but too simple for prog. Dylan Mombourquette and AJ Boutilier provide the critical backbone for Sean MacGillivray's rhythmic compositions. "Essays for Anthems" arrives September 1st 2023 and features guest vocalists from across the spectrum....more
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