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by Stalwart Sons

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  • Stalwart Sons/Slates split 7"

    Split 7" released by Revolution Winter
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  • Stalwart Sons/Union of the Snake split 7"

    Split 7" released by Revolution Winter & Noyes Records

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Tracks 1-2 from split 7" w/ Slates
released by Revolution Winter

Tracks 3-4 from split 7" w/ Union of the Snake
released by Revolution Winter & Noyes Records


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released 01 June 2011
Recorded by Ryan Kennedy in Bear's Paw, Nov 2010.

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tags: rock calgary canadian canadiana hardcore post-hardcore Calgary

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Track Name: The Shared Cup
THE SHARED CUP

we drank from a shared cup
we burned our tongues
under the Queen's portrait gaze we burned on furor's awl
we ran hope marathons

I watched you drink with your hands

we once tasted curfew's limits
we once broke dawns
so if you now sit grinding heels
so then we stay spinning wheels

I watched you drink with your hands
and kneel at the pool
We drank from a shared cup
once

We scattered seed
but I put it in the ground
I've sown this field
I want to see it grow
Track Name: Steady on the Plough
STEADY ON THE PLOUGH

O come my aged youth
Have you your weapons drawn?
Have you your righteous anger poised
and your sharp-edged tongue?
We're burning right to left
and all that's in between
and let the fire split the seed
so that it might grow again


O count yourself among the few
chose to bind sheaves
and with the foremost we ignite
upon this prairie yield
Why all this talk of ghosts?
because what lifts and sways
are those of us among the flax
that brush our hands atop the grain

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Keep your hand steady on the plough
the harvest will be full
keep your hand steady on the plough
you are much loved
Track Name: Garden of Paths
GARDEN OF PATHS


Then we would close our eyes
and shun disquiet sound
this whole nintendo generation balks
at the commited vow
then we would sleep through days
then we won't ever change

or then we could hold fire
and then we could sluice ash
and with the knowledge of
taken to such ends
could awaken cities whole
if we would burden weight
then we could garner change


it's not such to fake it
and woolen eyes
we wont ever lead them on

and with those words sincerest
that move mountains whole
we would ever cheer them on
Track Name: Born to Thirst
BORN TO THIRST

So standing on high
under the harvest sun
crows wailing like sirens
guardian every bend
glide among the fields
and glean with their beaks

Every golden acre
of every bolden son
swallowing chaw
or standing in awe
bend down the stalk
or rend it whole

Waving books in the air
shouting voices hoarse
making it well known
of all they won't allow
elevate our children forth
and bid them likewise

We'll put our grain together
and smoke out the weeks
hum some national hymn
and breathe through our teeth
bank on revivalists
to pray the rain down
***

We'll put our hands together
under the harvest moon
with a silence like sirens
a ringing prairie tune
a song like rivers course
out from dry throats

***

scratch our names here
with our pocket knives
we'd trench our own if they gave me
1000 rivers to quench my thirst...
baby, we were born to thirst