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September 29, 2013 -- Portland Oregon based, Typhoon, perform “The Sickness Unto Death" live in front of a sold-out crowd at Brighton Music Hall in Boston, Massachusetts. This is Typhoon's first ever show in Boston and one in which the band and audience won't soon forget.

Watch the full Front Row Boston episode here: http://youtu.be/Cp09Kl_Zv9w?list=PLsguSg4PJeY2hXTwaYs8Oy4T7EQSzMzEN

The lyrics to this song (below) draw from frontman Kyle Morton's life-threatening experiences with a bug bite as a kid that infected his organs and nearly killed him. He's alive today because of a kidney transplant from his father and with the help of medication that keeps his body from rejecting the new organ.

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Credits:
Greg Shea - Producer/Director/Camera/Editor
Alan Mattes - Recording Engineer
Andrea Wolanin - Camera
Kiva Kuan Liu - Camera
Annie Shreffler - Camera
Kegan Harrington -- Producer

Typhoon:
Kyle Morton (lead vocals, guitar)
Toby Tanabe (bass, vocals)
Dave Hall (guitar, vocals)
Pieter Hilton (drums, vocals)
Alex Fitch (drums, vocals)
Tyler Ferrin (horns, vocals)
Ryan McAlpin (trumpet, vocals)
Eric Stipe (trumpet, vocals)
Devin Gallagher (percussion, ukulele, vocals)
Shannon Steele (violin, vocals)
Jen Hufnagel (violin, vocals)
Paul Laxer - Producer/Audio Engineer

Lyrics:

old man in a rocking chair
you wake up, you've been living alone
after all these years
surrounded by these shards of mirrors
and how'd it get so quiet here,
you wonder, where did everyone go?

you tried so hard to make people remember you for something you were not
and if they so remember you then something else will certainly get forgotten

life is for the living
i've heard tell that it is why we are young
in the morning sun
you take every year as it comes
but when your life is over
all those years fold up like an accordion
they collapse just like a broken lung

now i've only got one organ left and this old bag of bones it is failing me
i try to tell people that i'm dying only they don't believe me
they say we're all dying, that we're all dying
but if you are dying, why aren't you scared?
why aren't you scared
like i'm scared?

i read somewhere that when you face eternity
you face it alone
not matter what you thought
or what you had
or you had not
unless you put yourself in god
but tell me god o where did you go?

every bitter night into an empty room i plead my case
every night i pray that in the morning when i wake
i'll be in a familiar place and find that i'm recovered and i'm sane
and i'll remember everything
i'll remember what i was like before that bug bit me

and when i have my childhood back
i'll tear every page out of my book
and place them in an urn
strike a match and watch them burn
then i'll hold the front cover
against the back cover and look
you'll see
eternity will smile on me