Funeral Diner
I Just Want To Feel This Way Forever split with Every Life On Cold Keen (Evylock)
Released on CD in June 2004 by Falling Leaves Records (FLR 003)
Released on 10" Record in March 2005 by Somberlain Records (SLR-005)
Japan Pressing: 500 CDs in Zip Lock Packaging
U.S. Pressing: 675 vinyls (335 on green, 340 on black)
Recorded in 2003 at The Practice Space by Denny Donovan
10" Artwork by Daniel Danger Illustrations
EVYLOCK/needles of pine
Today, I enter the deep forest they call "time."
The afterimage of darkness that rustles inside me
Couldn't continue to support your shoulder as you proceed,
I stare at the needles of pine lying on the ground.
When will I catch up to you, who flies so high above these trees.
People cry out for they cannot fly.
The people who no longer smell earth, and feel the wind.
Like a useless print, it's people who fear being alone.
But soon, the pile of debris will decay on its own,
And be washed by the rain,
And the forest will be calm again.
The dull brown line of larch forms a mysterious curve at times.
As I look up at the sky, countless lines of light hover through the wind.
The afterimage of the sky full of clouds slowly heads to the north.
An instant, it felt like your heart shed me some light.
Even with my heart full of despair, I smiled.
FUNERAL DINER/a true triumph of man vs. machine
Building again, for every flaw we make something new.
Kill again, build again, killed again, tooled again.
Rusted away to show the decay, the true intent, and the smile that never touches eyes.
Stand in line, feel the blood drip down your forehead and blind your eyes.
Change the end and break down the unnecessary.
And it buries and obscures.
You need, you see.
It moves, crushing.
It ends, buried.
And it changes nothing.
Glacial slow and crushing and avalanche of broken.
We embrace with open arms and not much else until we all can't breathe
And moving becomes the farthest thing from mind.
What we can, or take or leave, behind us now and under the flow.
EVYLOCK/(the photograph of the earth) seen from the cosmos
What am I to see when I pass the horizon.
The earth that once protected me, is crumbling apart.
The human race of the rich and poor is in jeopardy.
The poor knows only to reproduce and spout nitrogen.
The rich, filled with greed, has meaningless flights.
They are corrupting the earth.
Everything results in heading to the wrong direction.
The earth seen from the cosmos is no longer blue.
Is there anything to solve this contradiction.
A letter has already arrived from the wounded earth, suffering, in pain, breathless, sorrow, sadness...
But the earth does not hate.
The land, the sea, the air just groans.
We humans who destroy the environment must change our minds.
Annihilation.
We will lose everything.
But before that happens, let's cross the horizon.
For a new shape of life.
Current Lineup:
David Manuel Mello
Seth Robert Babb
Benjamin Rutledge Steidel
Daniel Patrick Bajda
Matthew Martin Bajda
