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Dirt Poor Robins - Wax Cylinder Sonata (Official Audio and Lyrics)

Get exclusive access, videos, performances and merchandise by supporting us on Patreon   / dirtpoorrobins   FOR MERCH: https://my-store-11526999.creator-spr... Official Audio and Lyric Video for Dirt Poor Robins - "Wax Cylinder Sonata" from the Deadhorse project. Produced, Engineered, Mixed and Written by Neil DeGraide Lead Vocals - Kate DeGraide Brass - Josh Brown Violins - Marina Comfort All other Instruments and BGVs - Neil DeGraide Gang Vocals - Tj Hester, Christ Jackson, Tyler Anderson, Dave Moisan, David Zimmer and Coury Wood Video by Pete Mitchell www.daspetey.com Order Physical CDs at https://www.amazon.com/dp/B08LDB3LTP/... Itunes/Apple Music   / deadhorse-deluxe-edition   Spotify https://open.spotify.com/album/1z9Gc4... Pandora https://www.pandora.com/artist/dirt-p... Amazon Music https://music.amazon.com/artists/B000... YouTube    • Dirt Poor Robins - Deadhorse - Entire Reco...   Bandcamp https://dirtpoorrobins.bandcamp.com/ Tidal https://tidal.com/browse/album/160521221 Join Our Email List: We only send out an email when new music has become available http://www.dirtpoorrobins.com/signup Our Website: http://www.dirtpoorrobins.com Follow us on Facebook:   / dirtpoorrobins   Follow Us on Instagram:   / dirtpoorrobins   Follow Us on Twitter:   / dirtpoorrobins   Lyrics Maybe these paperbacks are cages, With secrets bound beneath the pages? Between the lines the truth lies in the spaces The gentle winding of a clock and automatons have started walkin’ Now from beyond a metal army marches on A phoenix smolders in my head What if the dead are never truly dead? A camera for her eyes This timepiece for her mind These heirlooms forsaken reclaimed and made into my grand device with a wax cylinder sonata for a voice Illuminate my way with bricks of yellow A painted road to follow fallen hallows and through the forest haunted I sojourn forward dauntless for I know, I've no place like a home Though this could be my magnum opus my labor must remain unnoticed Swift as a ghost and blurred out from their focus A camera for her eyes This timepiece for her mind These heirlooms forsaken reclaimed and made into my grand device with a wax cylinder sonata A wax cylinder sonata for a voice