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18 Stories

by White Tree Records

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1.
He came to me in the heat of the day. He warned me kindly to look away. 18 stories laid out on his back, 18 tales all fade to black.
2.
This home has been good to us. Nothing is to good for our children. But too much of anything isn't good for anyone. Lock it up for good. It certainly doesn't feel good. We'll make good children out of bad. Shut it up for good. Lock it up for good.
3.
No matter where you're going. No matter what you've done. It's a long, long way down, down. To orbit like a meteor, or burn like a falling star. When there's nothing left to do but think, until you hit the atmosphere tomorrow night. Some nameless somebody could benefit, if they'd just look up. Just look up!
4.
Yeah!
5.
Where are they going? From what do they run? Faces filled with fear, staring through the tears.They say the war has come at last to bring the end upon our world. Still I find silence among the noise, as I watch them pass me by. I wonder what they mean when they say the end is nigh. It doesn't seem like anything is ending around me.
6.
Always searching, always reaching and falling short. Wanting glory, never satisfied, only wanting more. I caught a glimmer, might have found something different. Bigger than you and me and all of our dreams. So much bigger, so much bigger. Never doubting, trusting the sense of purpose. But something has happened, Oh, how these people's faces shine. Immeasurably more than we could ask or imagine. So much bigger, so much bigger. This is beyond expectation, So much bigger, so much bigger.
7.
While others around me succumb to death, I press on, I press on. Birth intermingles with decay, I must hope, I must hope. Clawing through the dark and the rain, I seek light, I seek light. At long last my race is run, I find warmth, I find warmth. I find Your, I find Your, I find Your gladdening light.
8.
When the message came, I just stared blankly down at the paper. I clung to it as the wind made it twitch and flutter. Reminding me of the butterflies stuck to the radiator. They didn't know that that would be their last flight either. You're everything to me. Do you really have to leave? One last time, one last time. I couldn't help remembering an old story I once had read, warning about not flying too close to the sun. Now I can't separate it in my mind, you and the butterflies, Icarus and the inescapable, the paper and the wings.
9.
You've set your sights far too low, dreaming above what you love to hate below. We understand your intent. See? It's our flesh that we've learned to shed. You've known creation too small. Reach for the stars, but there's so much more beyond. We've seen the light of His face. Dead to sin, we walk in God's grace.
10.
Tonight might be significant, and you, you've got a reason why you don't want to argue. It's like the closing of a book. Tonight might be significant. We, we all shared the same dream, so there's no screaming in the streets. It's like the closing of a book. Tonight might be significant. And you don't think you want to cry. It's no different from any other. It's like the closing of a book.
11.
We're crossing a line, crashing toward a darker realm. Nightmares for warnings, no logical defenses. Now it's us against them, and we just want to live. Created, then banished to our shrinking world. Never free of the threat of looming, terminal fire. Now it's us against them, and we just want to live.
12.
You're such and such, you're thus and so. Nothing above, nothing below. I used to have a dream. Nothing can ever stick to me. Reject the memory. It's not there, it cannot hurt me. There's no earth and there's no past. Blot it out, it cannot last. Stepping out, the thinning air. It tried to kill me, can't you see? Cold between nothing and space. No feet, no hands, no shell, no face.
13.
How long can the rabbit evade the fox? The keen eye immensely patient, aware of the slightest slip. Because it's the little things, it's always the little things, because it's the little things. Alone or with his pack, savoring their ancient vices. Singling out its frightened prey, this one should be in pictures. This forest is made of years. No hope, even in its depth, every twig, every stone leads you to your dreadful home.
14.
No, what have I done? No, I killed him. No, my salvation. I shot him down. My savior.
15.
We're going to a planet, a planet of women. Victory is assured, but who's conquering whom? They got brass blaring from the bandstand, and perfume on the breeze. They got pink rubber flesh wrapped around indomitable springs. We're going to a planet, a planet of women. Victory is assured, but I'm not so sure. You buy them popcorn at the movies. Jaws strong from their chewing gum. You give them rides in their big cars, that's when you know you're sunk.
16.
So this is second nature, looking down I see a receipt in my hand. I know that I deserve it, I know that it was worth it. I know that very few could understand. And all the time it's ticking, with no one ever listening. Beyond imagination, well beyond suspicion. So this is friendly fire, seemed like a good idea at the time. I thought I could replace me, never dreamed that you'd erase me. If only I'd been more human when I had the chance. So this is retribution, here in this box down in the cellar. Now I know that I deserve it, you know I would reverse it. And the truth can't stay forever hidden.
17.
The city is waking, caught it on the breeze. Oiled and spinning, waits for centuries. We can't remember, only look ahead. Can't turn back now, drawn by chlorophyll. Count the footfalls, weighed against the stones. Silent and efficient, this could be the one. We are lulled by stillness, unknowingly opposed. Slowly let our guard down, while terror lurks below. Everything total, the total.
18.
When everything seems as it should be, believing in balance and safe from grief. You've got no idea what we have in mind. Help from the enemy, a new kind of surprise. Thanks to your children, the Trojan horse. So eager to help to build the door. Push aside your logic, your gnawing suspicion. Now hide, now tremble, this is invasion.
19.
20.
The drawings wrapped around my neck, tightening grip, untimely death. Leaping up, I gasped for air. The 19th story won't end here.

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released July 29, 2018

All songs written, performed, recorded, produced, etc. by Keith Fricke, Sr. and Keith Fricke, Jr. at White Tree Records HQ, in Flandreau, SD, except tracks 3, 4, 10, 12, and 17, which were recorded live at The Basement, in Colman, SD

Artwork by Keith Fricke Sr.

All Praise and Glory to Our Lord and Savior, Jesus Christ

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