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recorded in august 2011 at the farm by tapes and plates. some vocals recorded at the hardy barn.

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released November 1, 2012

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Northern Primitive Welland, Ontario

Rock 'n' roll hailing from the Niagara Region, Ontario, Canada. Stay tuned for new shit!

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Track Name: chariot drivers
Sweet and low,
another chariot driver;
and we know
each back road way too well.

If I took you to Austin,
we found some snow,
would you scald me for it being less true.
If I got locked in
after a show
I'd scratch down the walls
to get on home
to you.

All my friends
talk like F1 sled drivers
and they know
each back road way to well.
Track Name: docking guard
oh, docking guard
patron saint of wealth
come oceanside.
I've seen your overblown gestures
your glance towards a hiding place.
if there's another way
I have yet to find it,
and I almost hear the call --

reaching out,
dragging down--
goldmine.

and if I stumble back into old routines
cheap red wine and empty rooms
cost effectivity
remind me: it's a steady road
calling out, "I never doubt the bottom line,
I need nothing more."

Oh young pirate,
protector of code
come oceanside.

i've seen your overblown gestures
your glance towards a hiding place
if there's another way
I have yet to find it,
and I almost hear the call --
reaching out,
dragging down,
goldmine.

and if I stumble back into old routines
cheap red wine and empty rooms
cause defectivity;
remind me: it's a steady road
calling out, "I never doubt the bottom line,
I need nothing more."
Track Name: modern layman's dream
we sit and stare at some distant coordinates,
the firey, ordinant sublime.
disposing ourselves between backhanded compliments,
speaking in tongues of design.
we're speaking in tongues of design.

stargazers approach a midnight ritual,
devoured victuals abound.
while would be messiahs shout straight from the pulpits,
lying on embers of sound,
lying on embers of sound.

We left our voices by the muddy waters
of the sacrificial plan
we measured our discretion by drops of tension
when I finally touched your skin.
I could be wrong -- like time and time again,
but it's long, long gone -- I rolled up the master plan.

She showed up over the city skyline,
looking for affection or ease,
and I'm the proud new recipient of the modern layman's dream.
Yeah, i'm the proud new recipient of the modern layman's dream.