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Your Kindness Let a Monster In

by Spiral

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Through the front door past the rotting stairs out the dark kitchen and down near the basement door She waits at the bottom of the stairs. And even though you know she marks your end you have to know. because. Everything I own I built Everything I use I made Everything I own I took Everything I see is mine Everything I see is mine And she’s waiting in an empty room with her hair grown long and her eyes gone dim. And she amuses herself with sticks and stones while her clothes rot off in sheets. And she’s waiting. And she’s waiting. For you to come home. Everything I do means nothing Everything I say is hollow Everything I touch is worthless Nothing I have is mine Nothing I have is mine Now you’re standing in an empty field With your worthless life all torn to shreds And your mind is emptied of filth and filled with led While your body bleeds out disease And you’re sated Now you’re sated
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Creaking stairs and whispered words, the hiss of satin on skin, mark her late night entrance. Her cold hands search for warmth. Her legs quiver. And sometimes words are made of iron. And they hold us like prison bars. And every night you spent in my bed is marked with a thin strand of silk that you wrap around yourself until you’re covered in a thick cocoon. So I watch you night after night, writhe and shudder beneath these thin white threads. Then you finally free yourself and leave me behind. But I know that every part of you is sacred. Even your cast off remains. So I stay here and watch your old cocoon and remember all the times you used me to build it. We don’t hear from you anymore Jenny. Our parent’s won’t speak your name. And I don’t think I’ll ever leave this place while your memory holds me down. Get off me Jenny. Get off me Jenny. Get off me Jenny. But don’t leave me here alone. Oh Jenny, I remember one Sunday morning, when our drunken father sat ranting and raving. And you took my small hand in yours. And for one split second we were invincible. Oh Jenny. Oh Jenny, Don’t leave me here. Don’t leave me now.
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There’s a place that you need to find but when you do it’s already too late.
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Now his mind is unstable so he has to bolt his doors and his heart is thrown wide so he has to stay inside. And he remembers every quiet touch he ever brushed away. And he remembers every kind word anyone ever spoke. And slowly day after day he begins to hate who he was. So he’s cutting up memories and pasting them on bare walls. And every picture is empty. And his mind empties with them. And his heart fills, drop by drop as he relives an under-appreciated life. And he’s breaking down walls And tearing up fences And breaking through windows And ripping up floors And his eyes are open To every small change And his heart it breaks With every new crash But he’s freeing himself From his own chains And digging out Of this prison he’s made And maybe when he’s out He can turn back around And start to rebuild Seal up the walls, lock yourself in, there’s only fear outside. Now there’s a man in the window that follows you with his eyes. And his yard is overgrown and his fence is knocked down. And ever since you can remember you’ve been told to stay away from the man who never leaves.
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His eyes are sunk in shadowed brows and his bony fingers curl around dirty bottles. His lips are cracked and bleeding and his clothes smell of rotting life. And he’s holding tight to a memory Of a young girl’s caress. And everyone said it was a mistake but he knows she was meant to be his. And when he bangs loudly on the screen you eye him suspiciously from the kitchen. Until he holds out his old broken claws and grabs you by the pity. Now every step you took is etched in my memory. You told me to make him a sandwich and opened the door. But he didn’t want our food. Maybe he thought you were her. The girl that had touched him so tenderly.

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Notes for the Updated Edition:

Work for this album began in September 2011and Aaron realized that if we were quick it could be released on Halloween, which was an exciting prospect considering that this album is one of the darkest we had produced. To begin with this album was nothing more than a second thought, as explained in the original notes for the record (see below). Well, its haunting effect didn’t leave me after we released it. I kept listening and listening, feeling that something was lacking, finally I realized that it was time. This album wanted to be more than a quick thought between “Capital” and “The Traveler”, it wanted to be shown the same love we were giving the other two. So I started to work on it again. Luckily, our lead guitarist, Casey Mraz, had a break in his schedule and was able to come in and put guitar parts down for “Sticks and Stones” and “The Man Who Never Left”. Unfortunately, Casey’s busy schedule made it impossible for him to add guitar to the other two. It has also made it impossible for Casey to join Spiral as a full time member leaving us as a duo once more, but we’ll get along… We always do.

This is a record about secrets. Skeletons that lurk in the seemingly spotless closets of small towns like the one I grew up in. It’s about sickness and mental illness. But mostly, it’s about the things that go on silently all around us. This edition is a brand new monster. Half of the original songs are gone and the new ones have been expanded and changed. I think this record had finally received the love that it demanded from me. Now I can put it to rest and fly back out to space with my old friend Rip.

Chris Boat Jan 12, 2012

Notes to the first edition:

This seeds of this album were planted when Chris sat down with the “The Capital in Ruins” master tracks hoping to make a b-side for the single edit of the song “The Capital in Ruins”. He got stuck on one small part of the song, morphing it with effects and splicing until it became a completely different beast, which eventually became the b-side “Artifacts” on the single Ruins. He was happy and moved on, but this haunting trance like tune kept calling him back, so finally he asked Aaron if he was willing to take a detour from recording the follow up album to “The Capital in Ruins”, a sprawling progressive double album tentatively titled “The Traveler”, which continues the story of Rip, the main character in Ruins. Aaron was fine with it and jumped on board. Casey, Spiral’s lead guitarist was taking a small leave of absence to do some musical directing for a local play, so he is only featured on one track from this record.

Aaron and Chris began to expand on the song, recording new parts and following wherever the music led them. Soon they found themselves recording completely new tracks and dipping into the archives to find great musical moments from abandoned projects. The only thread that held the music together was its darkness. Halloween was coming up, so they decided to release the record as a Halloween album. Fans of “The Capital in Ruins” will find this to be an altogether different sound. Regular fans of Spiral will recognize elements of “The Death of Billy Jensen” and “machine” on this record.

So here it is in all its dark glory: Spiral’s holiday record. Enjoy and turn it up loud!

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released October 31, 2011

Spiral is Chris Boat and Aaron Frale. “Artifacts of a Different Possibility” includes a guitar performance by Casey Mraz. Spiral would like to thank Jason Boat, Felicia Karas and Beau Dawson for all their suggestions concerning this record. Happy Halloween. Front cover illustration: “Little Red Riding Hood” by Gustave Doré. ©2011 All Rights Reserved

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Chris, Aaron, and Bill, the three constant members of Spiral are desert born. They played childish games amongst dunes and cacti and now, their music breathes sand.

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