My Son Bison

by My Son Bison

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Debut EP from Philadelphia-based folk rock group My Son Bison

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released 22 March 2013
Dane Galloway (guitar/vocals)
Joel Sephy (piano/vocals)
Nick Krolak (bass)
Kirk Kubicek (drums/percussion)

Songs written by Joel (2,4,5) and Dane (1,3,6)

Mixed and mastered by Nick

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Track Name: Sister Salvador
we crawl, we clamber, we kick
our way out of this sisyphus ditch
but the water's turning all this dirt into mud

still my feet are stuck, and i can't turn
how i yearn to see what is behind me
the doubt is blinding, so sister guide me with your lore

and tell me not to be afraid of the end, there's a light
that will shine like the moon through the darkest night
and all you can do is pray that you might
die on the last day of your life

"don't look down," she said, "the bell will sound
and sing you down the mountain
and i must warn you we won't mourn you, my child

because i have been so close to death
much closer than you'd ever like to be
and i found comfort," she said so unsurely

when she told me not to be afraid of the end, there's a light
that will shine like the moon through the darkest night
and all you can do is pray that you might
die on the last day of your life
Track Name: Refugio Beach
(I) woke moments before midnight
to herds I knew by heart.
I'd forgotten all the words,
but I knew them in the dark--

like a hand cleaning another,
I tried to fix my brother.
Like a hand cleaning another,
you're not the only one.


We built our home on stones
that left the deepest marks,
like carving cruel kisses
from saccharine nurse sharks--

like cannonballs colliding,
we spent the whole night fighting.
Like cannonballs colliding,
you're not the only one.

On Refugio Beach, you're not the only one.

The healing high tide waves
are crashing near my feet.
The bright headlight highway
is rushing near my dreams--

like a picture of a painting,
it's not as entertaining.
Like a picture of a painting,
you're not the only one.


My hearts been battered since
I saw Seattle seas.
I woke to song birds singing
Static melodies--

like metal hitting metal,
the pots yappin' to the kettle.
Like metal hitting metal,
you're not the only one.

On Refugio Beach, you're not the only one.
Track Name: Silo
i float in and out of
all these sores and silos
i have found that i know
not a single thing at all

about what i believe
or the truths hid underneath

i slide through and between
all these scenes and stories
so much absent acting
i see still i can't tell what is real

and if the stage is set
and it's true that we'll soon forget

that we're all just acting here on a stage
who will script the shit i'm supposed to say?

if i have not found you
by now, does that mean that
i ought give up searching
for what, for what i do not know

and if the set is staged
and it's true we'll all be saved
i cannot wait to forget
all the things that haven't happened yet

i am a child and that's how i'll stay
i won't know what im supposed to say
Track Name: Invisible Man (1933)
Last night as you took sleep
from you I took one final kiss.
I watched your hands as light and
shade did fade from my fingertips.

And how your eyes did stir
until the two revealed themselves.
They searched for shadows to prove
what she hoped had just happened.

Seeing is believing.
Believing is unnatural.
Since I can't be seen.
Hide away those native fears.


We need more than myself
for I have nothing visible.
Through fear they'll feel the force
and know the power of transparency.

The top will tumble first
and with the the residuum
as this unhidden killer
nominates himself for savior.

Seeing is believing.
Believing is unnatural.
Since I can't be seen.
I'll manufacture panic.


Brave. Be brave
for here he comes
with hunger for the living.
Hide. Hide
from he who's always hidden.
Or you can be his friend.

I let my vision slip.
Not that I have much more to see.
My mirror's rendered useless
through the hands of my own mind.

Seeing is believing
Believing is unnatural.
Since I can be seen...
Track Name: Pathetique
My days seem to deteriorate every time we speak
I shut the blinds,
pretend there's rain
and listen to me breathe.

The weeks have dulled impressions of your body in my bed
The smell of olive oil
and lavender
make those dents again.


I'd rather never have had
than not to have what I haven't got now.
The stinging stripped-naked void
of a something I'd rather not talk about.


The colors take to evaporation
like mayflies take to dyin
I get undressed,
Lie on the floor,
and try to turn to ice.

And when I can't
I think of all the things that I can't do.
Like shut my mouth
or breathe real quiet
or sit down next to you.


I'd rather never have had
than not to have what I haven't got now.
The stinging stripped-naked void
of a something I'd rather not talk about.


I'd rather never have had
than not to have what I haven't got now.
The stinging stripped-naked void
of a something I'd rather not talk about.
Track Name: The Weaver
if you must stay in this bed let it be in the sun
if you disappear tonight return with the morning light

don't go, but if you must depart
leave now before it gets too dark

when my baby brother threw up his hands and told me he could not understand
where you'd gone and how you arrived and what's between here and the other side

don't go, but if you must depart
leave now before it gets too dark
don't stay if you must depart
leave now the end is just the start