Crash Test in Progress

by John Lancaster

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released November 13, 2012

John Lancaster - vocals, guitar, synth
Barry Smith - bass
Mac Walker - guitar
Josh Adkins - drums

Produced by John Lancaster
Recorded and Mixed by Barry Smith at Binary Decibel Recording
Mastered by Russ Fox at Broadmoor Recording
Design by Justin McCormick

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Track Name: Saigon Moment
What’s the time?
The time is now
To feast upon your sacred cow
Everyday a blind eye turned
There’s nothing to see here

One more Saigon moment
To piss it all away
To the table the fable
Is brought and bought and then it’s sold

Ashes thrown into the air
Where it falls nobody cares
Black and white, an absence of gray
In every word that you say

One more Saigon moment
To piss it all away
To the table the fable
Is brought and bought and then it’s sold

Over and over again
Over and over again
Over and over again
Track Name: Above All Things
Of all the things that I have done
Nothing could compare to this
Nothing seems familiar anymore
In one motion lost and found

There you are above all things
Quietly I find my place

Of all the highs that I have reached
Everything looks up to this
Nothing seems familiar anymore
In one motion lost and found

There you are above all things
Quietly I find my place
Of all the things that I have done
There you are above all things

Mother please
Can you see what I see now
What makes me so proud
There you are above all things
Quietly I find my place
Of all the things that I have done
There you are above all things

In one motion lost and found
In one motion lost and found
In one motion lost and found
In one motion lost and found
Track Name: Catacomb Satellite
Hands untied
Unity via satellite
Living lies
Coincide with a heavy hand

A faceless affliction high
To silence the drone
Better the devil you know
Than the devil you don’t
You don’t know

Come alive
Deep inside your catacombs
Fill the hole with something new
Something unknown

A faceless affliction high
To silence the drone
Better the devil you know
Than the devil you don’t
You don’t know

We come alive
We come alive
We come alive

A faceless affliction high
To silence the drone
Better the devil you know
Than the devil you don’t
You don’t know

Come alive
Come alive
Come alive
Come alive
We come alive
Track Name: Like Castles
Mingle at the ghost town parade
Find it hard to just walk away
Try to hide away from the sun - to no avail
Beating down on your back until you feel
Alive

Like castles in the air
The wind’s just right to take me there
Gravity, my home

Slow and steady wins the rat race
Finish with a hand grenade
Moving on and on until we find the end
Living like it’s your last night
Alive

Like castles in the air
The wind’s just right to take me there
Gravity, my home

Like castles in the air
The wind’s just right to take me there
Gravity, my home

Moving on
Moving on and on
Moving on
Moving on and on
Track Name: The Riot Act
Recollect the taste of your own medicine
Your last day in the sun is here
Reveal the closet griever
I am my brother’s keeper
Married to the secrecy
A glorified lip reader

Superstitions are fed
The riot act is read
Caution is thrown to the wind
Darken my door again
Present it as a godsend
Deep end free fall

Oblivion and a line in the sand
Sleeping soundly in the lap of the gods
Reveal the closet griever
I am my brother’s keeper
Married to the secrecy
A glorified lip reader

Superstitions are fed
The riot act is read
Caution is thrown to the wind
Darken my door again
Present it as a godsend
Deep end free fall
Track Name: Crash Test
When the skeptic is haunted
By a ghost of a chance
Put your eyes to the road
And make other plans
Drawing the curtains to shine a light
On something real
It will tell you what you need to hear

Crash test in progress

Constantly yearning
Never learning a thing
Red letter days
Few and far between
The silent and the dead
A still tongue keeps a wise head
Will you find your way
Across this burning bridge

Crash test in progress
Trapped behind the wheel
Someone is coming
The engine is running
You know just what to do