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Primary Target

by Phantom West

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1.
Struck a match outside the club Lost the city in the light Oh, we could say anything we want and we can claim we had no choice But we just can’t deny we love The fuse's voice Lit a candle in the brush Lost the forest in the light Oh, we could say anything we want and we can claim we had no choice But we just can’t deny we love The inferno's voice They wander after the rain A heart-knot whispering The shallow-buried remain Who gave up everything Started a holocaust Too late to be undone You'll never call the shots But they might let you hold the gun Clothed in the desert's melted sand Lost their pity in the light Swearing revenge on the uninvolved For what they themselves rejoiced But they just can’t deny they love The rocket's voice
2.
Count the fortune Of the Blessed All around you All together Moving bodies On the dance floor Shoeless and carefree All around you With your shovels And your terror Burning scarlet But I'm alright Blinded at the markets Parsons at the lime pits All poor fuckers who survived this shit Weep for them now I’m already gone because home was a primary target They will find more The defectors Clutching gemstones By the creek side Where they fell down Now the wordless With their mouths all Full of mothballs Blinded at the markets Parsons at the lime pits All poor fuckers who survived this shit Weep for them now I’m already gone because home was a primary target Streaking across the sky Living at last for now Over the winter schoolyard Casting the shadows low Burning into the walls Flashing at once then stillness No one left to Sweep the black sparks And the ashes From the puddles Count the fortune Of the sightless Shedding their skin In the darkness
3.
past the pier and the crowd all lit up in neon and the sea beyond the shroud pulling, stretching dreams into the light slow proceed through the dark watching past the sand dunes in the sea at low tide flashing, turning spotlights to the land And there’s an ache in my heart like a coming storm But the rain never comes and the pain never goes lights connect overhead flashing, synchronizing binding tight through the air the crowd now taken over and adream life will now show you dread: spreading clouds in gemstones and in x-rays understand there's no use hoping for a better past visited in the vision by a spectral form the lesson-giver: those who you owe, they never will be satisfied, or bother to save you. And there’s an ache in my heart like a coming storm But the rain never comes and the pain never goes
4.
we return to nowhere the house we had to evacuate in haste one clouded dawn no past or future anymore just a present infinite trapped in slow decay years of buried grief sealed off until now twisted metal rusted splintered frames and broken glass scattered all around each wall became a window in a dreadful flash of light then turned back to wounded walls "who knows who's home?" years of fettered grief well up and seize us each thing where it once was but these counterfeit old halls merely look like home once familiar but not the same like it was birthed in ruin all fully formed "who knows who's home?" years of aimless grief now cast in amber just can't bear to drink of dolorous, severe, and endless well of this hour's loneliness
5.
destiny beckons a coming rapture of wrath the bombs live only while they’re falling the pinetree line went silent then, and everyone along with it falling into unmoving shadows on the wall the silence of the playground is a terrible thing a hundred little silences stacked on one another where else could we be when it was time to fall and time to shine? where else could we be when every wall turned into a window? when a bow of fire connected the sea to the multitude built a sparkling pier across the strand and over the dunes and through the rivers boiling the war had been dry for too long we prayed but pray for rain long enough something else eventually will fall down from the sky above where else could we be when it was time to fall and time to shine? where else could we be when every wall turned into a window? when a bow of fire connected the sea to the multitude built a sparkling pier across the strand and over the dunes and through the silence hanging high tension on the wires what fools we were after the sky fell down on us it wasn't finished bleeding upward into heaven the survivor's guilt rolls along we all misunderstand the meaning of it all an incredible fear fades away along with all the memories all through the empty hospital each ward now reserved for poltergeists the truth hangs nothing more will happen here not for want of the dying and ill but for want of anyone to help where else could we be when it was time to fall and time to shine? where else could we be when every wall turned into a window? when a bow of fire connected the sea to the multitude built a sparkling pier across the strand and over the dunes and through the static crowd around a radio gather so close we strain to hear anything on any channel we'll waste forever listening to just the static whispering
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They say visions all foresee The sea will overtake the land People embraced in ancient dreams The ocean taking them in hand I wanted to be No longer a part of the city I wanted to know if I could become a part of The dreams of the sea There'll be no promises to keep There'll be no deliverance Nothing regards us in the deep Just a mute indifference In neither the city Nor under the sea Will I feel at home Engraved on our ruins All human wisdom Contained in the words "Wait" and "Hope"
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releases December 8, 2023

All songs written and performed by Timothy A. Clark except "All Cats Are Grey" by Smith, Gallup, Tolhurst / The Cure

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Phantom West Los Angeles, California

From the dreamlike instrumental and electronic sounds of the 2005 album Chimaera, the noize/industrial/dance remixes of The Rain Expedition EP in 2006, the highly varied synth-pop, darkwave, and hard rock of 2007’s Aleph Null, and then the introspective, long-form ambient work on the 2009 album Aperture, Phantom West has never been constrained (for good and ill) to a single sonic template. ... more

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