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The Archer Lodge Split

by the Papersnares & Davey Halfbeard

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1.
I would not have been bothered if in bearing the cross, you intended to betray your creed from the very beginning. And all the lies and suzerainty would not have killed nations if you'd not said them so plainly. Oh, apostate, grand deceiver, I wish you but the best. Though there may come a day when you renounce your ways, no word, no gesture can repent for my bloodshed. Years, long years, lived in shade; mausoleum walls grown over with moss. You cannot reclaim the innocent, slain, and buried in the eternal dark shadow of the cross. Oh apostate, who killed the redeemer, may you fare well on your path! As student and teacher, with corpses beneath her, may you fade long 'to the past!
2.
The telephone screamed out in the dead of night, as if waking from a nightmare and praying everything's alright. I walked to the phone in your plaid pajama pants. I picked up the receiver, but before I got a chance to speak, to ask if you had saved our lives, I heard your voice on the line, crying out to me; you warned me they were coming tonight. The phone clattered to the floor as I dashed back down the hall, lunging for the battered Winchester on the wall. I stole out the back door and headed for the coast, shrouded by the collar of my army surplus coat. I climbed the staircase up the lighthouse, and staked out at the top, staring down the scope at my house as a truck pulled up out front. Jeremiah 29:11; John 14:27. I am not a man of God. I have done what I have done. I did what I had to, and none of it for fun - but pleasure in the work promotes a job well done.
3.
My limbs keep steadily losing feeling. Every hair on my body stands on end. The moon relays to me the sunlight that it's stealing. The abyssal figures dodge into the shadows again. I am armed, I am dangerous. Blood-starved, wanted, Hopeless, faceless. The hunters prowl the rooftops come each sundown. Laser-guided rifles wrest control of weary streets. A single refugee still haunts the ghost town, defiant in the drone of marching feet. Mercy, pleading mercy. A remnant of a memory burnt away. You and I both know they've come to hurt me; I cannot promise safety if you stay. I am armed. I am dangerous. Blood-starved, wanted, Hopeless, faceless.
4.
I had always had you to guide me. You had always stood by my side. The shining jewels of callousness are blinding, and I left you with no one to hold you while you died. The place of penitence rests high upon the mountains should your disciples ever wish to seek me out. The arachnids in these parts roam, free and boundless. They kill without a shadow of a doubt. I chalked directions on the biggest rock I could find. I laid the stone under the overhang by the waterside. If it rains, the stone should remain dry, but God alone wills the rising of the tide.
5.
The hot wind whipped flecks of blacktop into my skin and deep crimson red started flowing from within. I heard the animalistic roaring of the pistons down beneath me, and as they exhaled, a thick black smoke engulfed me completely. I'll keep burning on. Later on, I tend my injuries in the dark, cover my skin in gauze pads where it's been flayed apart. I look like a patchwork puppet by the time I'm done, and prepare to begin again come the dawning of the sun. I'll keep burning on.
6.
Drive for miles with the sun in my eyes Somewhere between Maine and going blind I flip a switch and the radio screams Local news with no meaning Cause it’s you Oh, it’s you I’m coming home to Air on my face and the road at my back Counties lost in the states I pass Salty air puts me back in my place Like a roundhouse kick to the face Cause it’s you Oh, it’s you I’m coming home to The sun’s gone down but I still feel blind I‘ve lost track of the miles behind On thick air sails in your voice Saying turn back now like I have a choice When it’s you Oh, it’s you I’m coming home to When it’s you Oh, it’s you Because it’s you Oh, it’s you! I’m coming home to
7.
Drive up to Hamlin Maine While there’s light in the sky Find the cheapest place to stay Where they won’t ask why Look to the tree tops Look down at the sand Look to the dead horizon Then down at my hands Find the biggest guy in town Throw my fists up and I’ll try to knock him down Wake up bleeding Try to stand back up The room is empty But I’m filled bad luck I’ve got a 9 a.m. Check out time I don’t know where I’ll go But I feel just fine Find a bigger guy in an even bigger town Get back in the ring and I’ll try to knock him down I’ll try to knock him down Yes I will try to knock him down
8.
Stare down the highway Stare down the road This diesel fueled engine sounds like it’s gonna a blow Yellow teeth, white knuckles, orange hair When it comes to inner demons We’ve got more than our fair share Roll the dice and place your bets We are young savage things And we have no limits yet Out on parole Out on the town When people see us coming they will turn themselves around Try not to kill But we could try just a little harder Everybody in this place is gonna go down as a martyr Roll the dice and place your bets We are young savage things And we have no limits yet Roll the dice and place your bets We are young savage things And we have no limits yet Roll the dice and place your bets We are young savage things And we have no limits yet
9.
This I tell myself I tell myself this everyday When I’m looking for the right words With nothing left say You’ve gotta hope what you got is enough You gotta hope it’s enough And this world can feel so small Like there’s nowhere left to turn And I’ve been there many times So let me share what I have learned You gotta hope what you’ve got is enough You gotta hope it’s enough And I’ve seen a thing or two Hell maybe nine or ten things more And I know what trouble sounds like It’s knocking at your door You gotta hope what you’ve got is enough You gotta hope it’s enough Nothing in this life comes free Nothing in this life comes easily You gotta hope what you got is enough You gotta hope it’s enough You can tell yourself you’re ready You can act like you’re prepared But don’t wait any longer Just pretend like you’re not scared You gotta hope what you got is enough You gotta hope what you got is enough And don’t worry ‘bout the future Don’t get hung up in the past Just enjoy the ones you’re with And their time while it lasts You’ve gotta hope what you’ve got is enough You gotta hope it’s enough I know just what this is I’ve got it figured out by now You’re just looking for excuses But they won’t work anyhow You gotta hope what you got is enough You gotta hope it’s enough Nothing in this life comes free Nothing in this life comes easily You gotta hope what you got is enough You gotta hope what you got is enough

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released March 18, 2017

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Davey Halfbeard Orono, Maine

I've seen a thing or two. Hell maybe nine or ten things more. I know what trouble sounds like and it's knocking at your door.

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