the fear is growing there in the candlehouse. like a spreading serpent, tentacled and silent. we hear the speak of the angel as she settles on down to hallowed earth, saying, "Begin those labors of contentment and ease." as she walks forward, slowly. or is it the wind? chiming through the mobile composed of drifted wood? you ask a question... collecting shells along the pebbled beach cannot have paved the way for this afternoon's fright. oh no... although our eyes find acute solitude while affixed on the oyster shell. the vision all around. enveloping the shell is indeed a chaotic slaughter of color and black definition. there is an explosion, a crashing rain, and a collapse of earth. burning white as sun bleached sand on the eyes of the metallic incense. the snow is beginning to fall. many particled and infinite. the snow is meeting the hardended clay and sand. many particled and infinite. in many instants of transformational kissing, the snow meets the creek. there is a man trudging his shattered way along the far side of that creek. moving closer, we see that the man has been beaten and bloodied. although it is well into the early hours of darkness, we see that the man is a black man. an African who has been enslaved. an African who has been enslaved and broken from his mother's side. a human being dragging frozen iron chains and ankle braces through the near freezing water of the creek. earlier he had made the decision that frozen feet are better than feet ripped worn. ripped and shredded worn by the mouths of crazed bloodhounds. so now he trudges. a curse can be heard coming from the man's palsied lips. candlehouse. like a spreading serpent, tentacled and silent. we hear the speak of the angel as she settles on down to hallowed earth, saying, "Begin those labors of contentment and ease." as she walks forward slowly. or is it the wind? or is it just the wind chiming through the mobile? a curse can be heard coming from the man's palsied lips. the snow will soon be collecting on the ground. and when that happens, the hunters won't even need the aid of the tracking dogs anymore, but they'll keep them. you can hear them say, "ain't nothing like a nigger before the dog..." damn the snow. inspired and driven by his hallowed sister moon. breaking this container as the dogs break the container. coccoon. i am alive. after its recession there is a deepness to the tide. after a life of spirit's tangibility has died. after the lungs. after the cold. after the cold when they poison their heads deep. like the spring. as afterwards the words still ring. as afterwards the words still ring.


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    General CommentIn regard to the last 2 comments made, can i say that although i have lost touch with jon vance, i have known him since 1986-87 when moss icon 1st started.(i always thought it was "nothing like a nigger before the dawn" but i could be wrong as well)
    just to give you a little background: before moss icon started jon used to go to punk shows in very run down sections of baltimore city, and the "locals" did not like seeing the colorful punxs from the suburbs, and i think he got beatup by some blacks,yet i never remember him being racist because of it.this was relected in the lyrics to a song called sorrw, which for those who know of the demo tape will know of the song.also, jon`s 1st wife who he had a child with was black.the lyrics and moss icon transcend anything as low as racism.
    marcus laurence ( orignal drummer moss icon 87-91)
    ps. one thing that most people do not know and was never publicized, jon is directly related to edgar allen poe.
    marcusguernseyon June 20, 2008   Link
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    General CommentOn the CD, these are not the lyrics. Some of them are, as in the end of the song, though.
    aren't you angelon April 13, 2004   Link
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    General CommentHmm.. I just ordered this cd from No Idea so if it actually comes in, I'll add the lyrics to theyre other songs and see if i can fix this.. This is one of the only Moss Icon songs I havent heard.
    DarkerShadeofWinteron April 19, 2004   Link
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    General Commentok update here. no luck with the no idea thing.

    and yes these are the lyrics to the song, but the demo version.
    DarkerShadeofWinteron December 13, 2004   Link
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    General Commentthere are two versions of this song. the version posted here is from the split 12" with Silver Bearing. i love both versions but i think this version is a great example of moss icon's beautifully poetic political lyrics.
    themolotovon December 12, 2005   Link
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    General Commentthere are two versions of this song. the version posted here is from the split 12" with Silver Bearing. i love both versions but i think this version is a great example of moss icon's beautifully poetic political lyrics.
    themolotovon December 12, 2005   Link
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    General CommentThis song is great, I love how poetic jon's lyrics and voice is, he's truly amazing. the song is great too how it's chill and then builds up emotion. so great. very meanigful, yet beautifuly written lyrics as well. don't like how the n word is in it, but ah you know its against racism so he thinks he can use it. i disagree. kill white privilege. love moss icon though woo
    myvisionofmarianon July 31, 2006   Link
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    General Comment^^if this song is so poetic + meaningful as you say, shouldn't he have the hunters say whatever he thinks they would say? why should he censor himself? are white people never supposed to say that word, even when the context is denouncing it and racism in general?
    themolotovon September 15, 2006   Link
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    General Commentdoes anyone have the lyrics to the version on Lyburnum (Wit's End Liberation)?
    murderroron June 27, 2016   Link

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