Eight Hundred Mountains, Eight Hundred Messages
11 Tracks - 30+ minutes - previously unreleased and limited release material

Within the light blue folds of the six-panel booklet, lyrics depict a universe caught in a delicate balance of time and function, creating a ballet of chronic delight. Along the sinusoidal pathways of the spinning disc lie cradled bursts of raw energy. Guitars rage and deliver fire. Words shake loose from the corners of a broken mouth. Fists pound skins of polymer; feet dash apart pedals made of steel.

This compact record represents just a small portion of the trials and tribulations experienced in front of the eyes of three people and three years. For every mountain, we have seen another frontier. For every step, we have started a journey. From the first few chords of "New York, New York" to the insight of the inchoate form of "Our Lot", we ask you to join us in looking back at where we've come, and gaze forward with us from those prior vantage points to envision where we could someday be.

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bump

i plan on purchasing this.

ditto

me as well.

i like the first paragraph of that write up, the second one is too sentimantal. You have a way with words Nick.

i'll buy it

bump for Hallmark Greeting Cards style writing

i will not buy it. i will just tape all my existing TTOS cds that contain these songs together and play them at the same time in boycott.

none of your CDs have Kill Wilkinson, you homo!

If these hands would only kill.
They'd cleanse the world with its own blood.
They'd cleanse the world, if these hands would only kill.
These hand should cleanse your soul of the lust and the greed of this world.
And they call me a fool as they do so well.
Destroy the morality none have known for so long if ever at all
And I would lay down my life to birth a new generation of a righteous culture.
To a people I could proudly love and cherish.
For that's all I've ever asked for and been deprived of.
Not a tear for those of flesh
Not a stayed hand for a world that prostitutes itself.
Not a minute more of degeneration.
Words cannot express my disappointment.
Words cannot express my disapproval.
So I hate.
I hate a world that's capable of triumph.
Do I stand idly by and let this world disintegrate.
This world will pass away, and my emotions with it.
Why should I strive for acceptance and peace of mind.
A Profound Hatred of Man

straight sex

purchase plz