Meridian

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released 10 May 2012

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Meridian Perth, Australia

Max Ward - Vocals
Tyson Rauh - Guitar
Daniel Harper - Drums
Henry Topley - Keys/Synth/Vocals
Jack Hoffmann - Bass/Vocals

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Track Name: Children Of Rust
We are the children of rust.
Our voices are quiet and meaningless.
Like the chattering of rats.
In dark and squalid corners.
Around our feet, plastic bags
and old newspapers wrap and cling,
like the skin of some dead or dying thing.
Tepid ideals catch flame and blaze in a breath of apathy.
Bright like moons watching;
glowing over the night.
Don't long for the past,
our premodern womb. It was but a prelude,
besides -without us, it loses all meaning.
Track Name: The Sun
Each day is just another day.
Every face, another frame.
I cant take, the way we go astray.

Its not a fear, for want to do better,
neither settle, nor live regretting.
For the moment,
to take back rather than to take in,
everything we had and watch it, fade away.

There's nothing I wouldn't give to,
see some light, in the distance
but then the walls close in and I cant see your face anymore.

Black and white the fantasy lives,
in the eyes of the closed minded,
and closed hearts, that give only short lived perspectives
and spiteful directives.

Open your mind to see the sun.
Remove moral blindness and see what you've done.
Track Name: Virocon
The name echoes no more
and in its place another lies.
Meek and small, where Virocon was tall.

Gone are the great paths
and in their place - not much;
green grass in a golden sunset.

Roads that once went somewhere,
now lead to rough columns of stone;
grey and cold, and dead,
among archways to nowhere

Virocon.
Virocon.
Virocon.
Virocon.

Now only the birds chatter
and the lazy flies linger
over the ruins of a dead empire.
Track Name: Let Go
Let go, just let go,
An axiom of denial.
Let go of it, don't bottle it up,
Don't preach to me you closet psychopath.

Let go of the anger.
The lies, we are told.
Juxtaposed against our own - nature.

Hush little baby don't say a word
mothers gonna smother your fear
and strip away, your humanity.

Because the terror, is a lie, we fool, ourselves.

Let go, just let go,
An axiom of denial.
Let go of it, don't bottle it up,
don't preach to me you closet psychopath.

Let go of the anger.
The lies, we are told.
Juxtaposed against our own nature.
Track Name: Empty Spaces
Together we stand,
divided and all,
on either side of this brick wall.
We built this you and I,
after all brick by phlegmatic brick.
But still we wonder, what's behind it all.
After all, all in all.

All that we saw and knew
and all that we sew and all that we told
or in turn, were told.

And still we wonder, what's behind it all
after all, all in all

pick away the moments
that make up a life
all that's left,
empty spaces and empty words.

And still we wonder,what's behind it all
after all,
all in all.