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The Drought

by Crown Compass

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    Crown Compass - THE DROUGHT - Compact Disc (digipack)
    Including an 8 page booklet.

    Release date: April 8th 2022.


    Mix: Tymon Kruidenier
    Mastering: Brett Caldas-Lima at Tower Studio
    Artwork and logo design: Remko Tielemans


    Tracklist:
    01. Send Your Words
    02. Ecdysis
    03. Gilbert
    04. The Drought I
    05. Transborder Migration
    06. Seashells On The Sand
    07. A Limited Number Of Heartbeats
    08. The Drought II
    09. Send Your Words (Reprise)

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1.
For the ones who will or can forgive, My devotion will acquit me of the sins. Tender years of bruises, future`s in a haze There`s a shadow behind you, The silhouette of affliction. Over passing much, devoured by fantasies Didn`t want to stand still when weakened by blistering yearnings And strange sounds have stirred the air of my nights Snap and gone, I`ll be so far gone. There were wasted days in years of hunger A held up call for help when I’ve lost my marbles I`ll stop intimidating you in the mornings In the room below you, the silhouette of affliction. Over passing much, devoured by fantasies Didn`t want to stand still when weakened by blistering yearnings And strange flames illuminated my nights. Spark and gone (spark the fire), I`ll be so far gone (I’ll be gone with a spark) Send your words every day, you carry me in your pocket.
2.
Ecdysis 06:12
This sanctuary here A momentary sunlight And when it`ll disappear, I`ll still be much disordered. Tossing stones again into a large polluted lake, Racket in the distance in an endless, stable loudness. Again the boredom hits me like a ton of bricks, Reminds me I was once a part of that endless, stable, distant mess. Every once in a while The voices from the lake they sing to me: “Leave it a day, we`ll leave you too” The grudge torments relentlessly, it leaves you when you’re gone. Hold it tight! Escaping, running barefoot deep into the forest Excitement, the tears are flowing down my ankles. Being ambushed, kidnapped, pounded, fractured, shattered, swept up by desire. This lakeside, the sanctuary where I'm planted, where I’m stranded. And still, beyond range an accelerating swarm, hollow nothingness needle in a haystack. Discarded from an out flowing ocean, Sinking down in the lake while the reeling commotion slowly breaks up. Again the boredom, Reminds me I was once a part of that endless, stable, distant mess. Every once in a while The voices from the lake they sing to me: “Leave it a day, we`ll leave you too” The grudge torments relentlessly, it leaves you when you’re gone. Hold it tight! Down and out, back empty handed from the lake Looking down at my shape I wish I could emerge after I shed my skin. I`ll grab a plate, stick the fork in my old crust and let it crumble in my mouth. Once I had a friend, who came around and reached her hand but it sure wasn`t her fault that I have lost a screw And then…. (Oh, the rage!) At night in a fit of rage (Wreckage and emptiness!) I’ve wrecked her brains out (Oh please no!) and still I miss her. (I just want somebody to hold!) The grudge torments relentlessly, And the voice goes on and on: “Leave it a day, we`ll leave you too” The boredom! Ton of bricks!
3.
Gilbert 05:20
Thick smoke in the air at Sherman contractors, Construction business, fairly unknown. Quarter to seven on a hot summer day, The workplace reeks of yesterday. Gilbert, Proverbial figure, voluntary deeply involved. His chair is empty! While the nerve-racking congregation about to take place. The buzzer pressed down: “We need some coffee here Dianne!” The door then opens, A letdown to the sight of an office clerk. A tiny shirt pocket, an half eaten pencil, Boiling forum, office knavery. Sherman senior shakes his head, Points his finger at the empty chair. On the long and winding road Between the heart and the mind, By a tree I’ve found a door, That shows the Gilbert isn’t coming anymore! Doorbell cuts through the brawling in the workplace, Dianne standing courageous by the door A signed letter in between her fingers, Sherman senior is requesting: “won`t you read it out loud” “Proposing to start anew, Scrap the old conception for good, Requirement for my return” “Gilbert dropped a brick!” the boss said. On the long and winding road Between the heart and the mind, As I walk towards the pier hanging to a thought. Before the drops become a rainstorm, I’ll unlock this gate, Gilbert won’t be coming today, It seems that I’m here to stay! On the long and winding road between the heart and the mind, I look over the horizon, a distant flash of light. Until the truth comes out I’ll hide here, but you won’t understand, Gilbert won’t becoming again. This time it’s good `cause I am here to stay! In conclusion: a brief downfall! The senior chief spoke in the staffroom: “Yesterday we’ve lost a hero” Until the smoke clears, storm pass, ice break, I’ll hide here!
4.
It's a dance on the sand an unsettling sight her head crumple into the soil Uncovered breasts And the sea foam washes her hair No end to the drought. How long can she hold on? The stretch of biting lips is unknown already devised escaping this place The diver on the beach saw it all in broad daylight, Ground-nesting carnivores in sight Her grey head scarf hovering on the water, Caress the waves Falling into a daydream with her head on the sand and her back to the ocean. Let it come, so unbothered, her back to the ocean and her crown on the sand It will pass like a daydream, Let it come. How long can she hold on? The stretch of biting lips is unknown already devised escaping this place. It`s pointless, pointless! When she moans her fear is growing and when they pound their urge is piling On her face the humility rising They think it’s exciting How long can you hold on? The stretch of tearing skin is unknown Already foiled her escape, a futile attempt They infiltrate her front canal pillaging the substance of her soul Rotation of heads, collaboration of soaks, they found her by chance, by chance! The waves can`t help to fight it off, withhold until they had enough Falling into a daydream with her head on the sand and her back to the ocean Let it come, so unbothered, her back to the ocean and her crown on the sand It will pass like a daydream, Let it come. (Just let it come, just fall) How long, daydream how long?
5.
Maybe you wanna try again to concentrate and lend an ear? You poor thing! Your lonely self help club will always steer you back to zero. Blow on your tea cup darling, resurrect a boring subject, so brave! You want to share your life so won’t you take it up the ass again! Iron massive gate has been slammed shut aback Trifle, yesterday`s news and you stagnate afar Maybe you still want to exchange some words and thoughts occasionally? Maybe the plans to procreate and start a home are not for you to undertake. Cold, dispassionate world, you`ve been cast-off before Garbage under the sun and your pale reflection “Have a nice life!” Mercurial shift, the contact is broken! “Destroy what is left” Flying away, wandering over. A laid out suitcase on your bed for you to pack in your life again. You are a rare migrating hummingbird, keep on returning. “Well, it appears that your diagnose has been lost in the mail. 4 long sleepless nights and no one noticed? Really! Take two of these and call me in the morning” Mercurial shift, the contact is broken! “Destroy what is left” Flying away, Pull down the veil. A twist and a shift, I’m already broken! “Dispose of what`s left” Flying away, wandering over. “4 sleepless nights and no one have noticed. What kept you up?” The both of us twirling drunk under the bright disco light, She dropped by for a drink, disappeared into the night. When it’s cold then she vanishes, when its warm she might stay. Such an ode unpredictable bird 5 sleepless nights and no one have noticed. Broken mirror Broken mirror.
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7.
---LYRICS--- I am…. I am…. I am…. You are outside, No dog in sight and the wind is sweeping the quarter, The rain increases and violates the safe and known alleys and streets you just walked through. Push back! Along the market street a strip of store lights glowing, Sparkling, staring at the ground. And you, lost and dilapidated, impassable and dissipated, facing a fortified wall. Push back, this moment! A limited number of heartbeats You feel like the “loneliest nobody “in the world, Push back! Now you’re swimming against the current. Seashells on the sand, moaning softly an ode the waves: “Go on”. Marble town on a hill, Pace softly in the shade of the cedar tree, Come; Plant oneself, between the Daphne and the graves. The arena is filled with empty chairs, the lights are on but there`s no one on the stage. The ceiling is all cracks, the floor is full of dust, you try to find a door in this maze. Oh Mother! Please take me under your wing! She said: “You`re not the only one swimming against the current” Go! The ground will carry on shaking, it’s pouring down, no fear my dear, your train needs to crash ‘cause you, lost and dilapidated, impassable and dissipated, facing a fortified brick wall.. You have a limited number of heartbeats. Marble town on a hill, Pace softly in the shade of the cedar tree, Come; Plant oneself, between the Daphne and the graves. Now you’re swimming against the current. A drop of morning dew shaking, dancing on a tip of a leaf, Abandoned and defenseless like a shore after a raging storm. Marble town on a hill, Come, Plant oneself. Seashells on the sand…..
8.
The diver`s in a tavern Can't comprehend it all just ended Indiscriminate and taking spirit by force, Pillaging like an ancient militia The weight of his compromised conduct Insufferable bone crushing torture The city opens up before him Just like she did on the sand Draining the night away by himself Stirring emotions in a cup Empty streets he sees (just drink the night away) In a lifeless place he sits (the weight of his own cup) She didn`t fight until they all just had enough You plundered! It was all calculated! Assemble the search, turn every stone and check the rooftops Between his fangs still left some fragments of her headscarf Scour the forest! Scour the beaches! Her ghost still wanders over there perhaps by mistake. Take? You want some more? Her breath still fluttering through his K-9 sniffer Ignite the lighthouse and dust off the binoculars It was an unsettling sight when the sea foam wetted her hair Her headscarf did hover on the waves of her belly Get the scent! Get the scent! Find her! There! There! A flock a shadows in sight Navigate to the stars and on a windows ledge she stands Please hold on! Don’t let go! I can`t help you forget! He vomits regret and she`s glaring to the ground Soul in pieces, Wait; let me join you up there! Why did the Diver cross the road? To get to the other side but an eighteen-wheeler got him first and glowed his body firmly to the roadway. Broken window, shattered eyes ….It will pass like a daydream, Let it come. Heading towards the sands by herself Just like he did on that day Inebriant kept in her brassiere Stroll along the waves The water opens up before her Cascading onto her under gown In empty brine she floats (just drink the day away) A lifeless shoreline left (the length of perseverance) She doesn’t fight the whitecaps, carry her flesh and bones deep into the beautiful briny sea, so far. Indiscriminate and taking spirit by force Pillaging like an ancient militia The weight of his compromised conduct Insufferable bone crushing torture.
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about

The production of 'The Drought' started in 2020. The album contains a variety of musical styles in which the band explores its dynamic range.
The lyrics on the album are a selection of stories dealing with the individual within a group, within his society and within himself.
The two-part story, The Drought, is a tale of abuse and guilt.

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released April 8, 2022

All the lyrics were written by Joe Tal.
All the music was composed by Joe Tal except for:
'A Limited Number Of Heartbeats', music by Joe Tal and Bart Hennephof.
'Transborder Migration', music by Joe Tal and Yuma van Eekelen.
'The Drought II', music by Joe Tal, Bart Hennephof and Yuma van Eekelen.

Drums were recorded in August 2020 at In The Room Studio, Kaatsheuvel, The Netherlands.
intheroom.studio
Drums engineer: Daan Janzing

Yuma is endorsed by Meinl cymbals

Guitars recorded at Joe's house.
Acoustic guitar recording engineer: Ohad Arama
Joe is endorsed by Ibanez guitars.

Bass guitars recorded at Robin's house.
Robin is endorsed bass Warwick basses, Darkglass Electronics,
DR strings, EBS Pro Bass Equipment

Vocals recorded at Daniel’s house.


Mix engineer: Tymon Kruidenier
www.ouroceans.net/tymonsound

Mastering engineer: Brett Caldas-Lima
www.towerstudio.net

Artwork and logo design: Remko Tielemans
www.remkotielemans.com


The production of this album was supported by the Amarte Fonds
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Crown Compass Amstelveen, Netherlands

The band, featuring vocalist Daniël de Jongh (Textures and ex-CILICE), guitarist Joe Tal (Textures), bassist Robin Zielhorst (ex-Cynic, Exivious and currently with Our Oceans) and drummer Yuma van Eekelen (ex-Pestilence, Exivious and currently with Our Oceans) offers a unique blend of Progressive Thrash Metal and Alternative Rock. ... more

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