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Written and recorded during an extended isolation in the American South. 2011.
lyrics
White flags in the gunpowder sky
Let's drink to our enemies
and the lives they hated
Out on the shore facing west
sunset glints off my glass and I guess
if I'm raising glasses you're lowering caskets,
flags at half-mast.
'Cause I'll have no masters
and I'll have no gods
and those set against me,
they'll have their last words
out on the shore facing west.
So I drink what's left to their widows and orphans
to their vacated thrones
and lives that were shortened
out on the shore facing west.
Sunset betrays my creeping regret and I sing,
"Let's drink to our enemies"
Should pitchforks and torches
ever darken your door
may you fight for what's yours and live to sing...
White flags in the gunpowder sky
Let's drink to our enemies
and the lives they hated
When this scarlet canopy gives way to twilight
I stumble towards sanity
and drink 'til my mind's right.
Wound tight, I tally what's lost
with the banker's eye
and the boxer's jaw.
Under this smug moon
I won't toil to deceive
all the mirrors and shop windows
trained on my sleeve,
I reflect on my skeletons.
All polished and dusted
and creased for their relatives.
I'd like to call your attention
to this glass.
It's raised in honor of all your fallen
from the wolves in the henhouse
to the weasels in the garden,
may you walk as men
in the next life
'til then...
White flags in the gunpowder sky
Let's drink to our enemies
and the lives they hated
credits
released January 9, 2012
All words and music by Barfly
supported by 9 fans who also own “A Toast (to the Fallen)”
Album of the year. In a fair and just world, they would be headlining festivals with this one. Big hooks. Vivid verses. Fingers-crossed, the instrumentals will get the vinyl treatment. Goodwill Hunter
supported by 7 fans who also own “A Toast (to the Fallen)”
Not only can Sape Rap, Produce Crunchy soulful music, but he can write and sing awesome folk-hop. I need to pick this up on WAX soon too. More music please Sape. Bloodmon$y Perez
supported by 7 fans who also own “A Toast (to the Fallen)”
Sometimes you come across an artist that is compelled to do what they do.
I appreciate the musicality and the arrangement and the artistry of the songs. He sings and plays like his life depends on it. I appreciate the humanity of the lyrics… Like reading Tortilla Flats, or watching Nobody’s Fool.
Ceschi is a bright star. I’m glad he’s loose in the world. oldtruck