Found Fiction

by Lords of Sealand

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1.
Concubines dance, perform the victorious war For the king with no hands who thought he could feed the poor Now the palaces burn, but I suppose it's all okay the rich are downsizing to cottages to get away They remember the day the king was crowned a thief they never suspected but they all believed and now when they sleep they see his eyes he told the truth, but they'd only heard lies Was one hungry mouth worth both his hands Defending or forgetting all that he stands he once was king, now he's a king the only real difference is he has no hands Concubines dance, perform the victorious war For the king with no hands who thought he could feed the poor Now the palaces burn, but I suppose it's all okay the rich are downsizing to cottages to get away Lets make a toast To the sickness and health to the wine and the water and never having to bother to split wood, cross words, or go anywhere To dress up, to look down, to comb out our hair And lets make a toast to never have to face the people we love or the things out of place And lets all just hope we are not in his place Concubines dance, perform the victorious war For the king with no hands who thought he could feed the poor Now the palaces burn, but I suppose it's all okay the rich are downsizing to cottages to get away Lets open the Earth and bury souls Lets hide from the world and play make-believe We'll trample the weeds of our favorite path We'll join Pagan tribes and never look back For the world is too high now, they only look down and those harlots in dance can't remember their hometown and the king so wise can't drink his own tea And the old mid-wives can't remember their own children Concubines dance, perform the victorious war For the king with no hands who thought he could feed the poor Now the palaces burn, but I suppose it's all okay the rich are downsizing to cottages to get away The rich are downsizing
2.
Salty Gear 03:30
The sun ratchets in the sky gives the clocks their sound Melted springs in the core keep the earth going round You keep in your closet eyes haven't slept in a year Wait with your back wide open missing your salty gear Jasper stands shallow dusted black to his eyes Such odd many teeth his shoulders low cannot lie Where old friends have drowned now afloat in the Sky, tie your wings to the raft It's high time for a dive Where no stones are thrown from urchins and the fish still can hear In this clown spotted coral no sign I see of your salty gear Where old friends have drowned now afloat in the Sky, tie your wings to the raft It's high time for a dive I followed the three wise men where his feet touched the ground Standing on oak horizons your piece could not be found Chased by the waves back to the shore fought the rust from your bones I fought the cold from your chest but, my dear, you're still not whole So I lock you away in this cabin where I love you for years, Watch your body fade away you leave nothing but a salty gear Where old friends have drowned now afloat in the Sky, tie your wings to the raft It's high time for a dive
3.
Architect 02:31
Brother, you've torn all your walls down but architects are quick to make something of it Beetle hobble, torn down wreckage walls twice as thick chords twice as hard Wash out your brush, flex your bristles brush on the green, over snow on the ground I have found faith in my own god the brain and the dick the heroes and the myths drawn and quartered, redesigned no corners about no holds without Architect, build me up and I'll tear you down I swear
4.
If you love her with all your heart You won't mind being buried alive with her when she dies With these three leaves your soul to keep, I will make you breath, make you breath With these three leaves your life she'll cheat and will Make you bleed, make you bleed With these three leaves And all she said, baby we're better off dead you've let your love go to your head And all she said, we'll lie within our earthen bed We'll be together forever more And she said If you love me with all your heart You won't mind being buried alive with me when I die So sorry my king, love is not free, I will Quietly creep while you’re asleep And three leaves I will take And murder thee for these three leaves And all he said, maybe you’re better off dead you’ve let this love go to your head And all he said, I’ll give you better odds instead you’ll be together forever more And he said If you love him with all your heart You won't mind being buried alive with him When he dies Then she was placed with her man in a ship that had been pierced with holes and sent out to sea And they soon sank beneath the waves and they went to all the places they wanted to be If you love her with all your heart You won't mind being buried alive with her when she dies
5.
Eyes turned down, feet straight ahead Miss the clouds spinning around my head Look up now, feel the wind Hear a stranger's song floating on the air Where are you now? That stranger's song sticks with me Keeps me warm as I face the breeze the road drives by, sky it flies the world spins around the other way Where are you now? In this gentle light we are whole In this tiny room we can breathe In this warm bed we can sleep And in your arms I am whole Trees fall down, the hills collapse Clouds come crashing under my steps The waves lose their way and crash in the hills But that strangers song's stuck in my head still where are you now? In this gentle light we are whole In this tiny room we can breathe In this warm bed we can sleep And in your arms I am whole
6.
How uneasy I feel today and even though I called you this morning you wouldn't listen to me I had to shout out loud my warning What big ears you have the better to hear you with my dear The shadows hung dark on the curtains So I cast them aside to show you the light that you'll never see I had to blind you with the dawning what big eyes you have the better to see you with my dear You never disappoint to disappoint you had my hopes up high You never disappoint to disappoint on you I cannot rely You never disappoint to disappoint I'm used to carrying you in my heart though it's still in my chest it's not beating and yet it still bleeds a perfect rhythm in nothing it's keeping what a big heart you have the better to hold you with my dear Now I will tear you apart and pull the innocents out of your maw I should have done right from the start You never disappoint to disappoint you had my hopes up high You never disappoint on you I cannot rely You never disappoint to disappoint You always disappoint to disappoint to disappoint So, I'm never disappointed
7.
On a dusty road called No One's Home Our threads entangle Three witches work their fingers to the bone One of us will fall Ropes and chains and sweat, Your tongue awash in blood You spit out your daggers into The dirt of No one's Home in a place we die alone I shake my brittle bones, my dear I tear apart my lips ear to ear We're both knee deep in sin, at least I can bare a grin And Shake my brittle bones my dear Your glove's thrown to the ground, but here no fight is found I'll pour my oil onto Your tempest waves, your sea will turn to glass Everything will turn On these old stomping ground, of a road called No one's Home Our fingers entangle We waltz in masquerade, two step our final days away I shake my brittle bones, my dear I tear apart my lips ear to ear We're both knee deep in sin, at least I can bare a grin And Shake my brittle bones my dear Shake shake your brittle bones my dear

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Lords of Sealand's second EP, Found Fiction, is a collection of songs with the central theme of storytelling.

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released September 20, 2014

Jon Illum: Lead Vocals
Dakota Salazar: Guitar
Brent Curriden: Guitar
Evan Gritzon: Bass
Nick Moore: Drums

Recorded and mixed by Bear Erickson at Erickson Sound Labs in Buellton, CA.
Mastered by Joby Baker at Baker Studios.
Album Art: Benjamin Ahn
Cover Layout and Design: Satoshi Matsuda

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Lords of Sealand San Francisco, California

Lords of Sealand are:
Jon Illum - lead vocals
Dakota Salazar - guitar
Brent Curriden - guitar
Evan Gritzon - bass
Nick Moore - Drums

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