DESCRIPTION:
Across Tundras is a bend from American Southwest playing a curious blend of styles.. Call it Desert Dung Beetle, Doomed to Roll Stoned Ball Bead of Psychedelic Sludgy Feces, Across Windswept Tundras and Sunburnt Prairies, Progressively Tending Towards Embrace of the Sea, Quenching its Self-Destructive Thirst for Manitou's Eternal Hunting Grounds and shit... When you stop to think about it, it's everyone's life story, really.. Inhale these audio fumes and Injoy!

Originally recorded in 2004 and reissued in May 2005 by Feeling Faint.

AUTUMN CHRONICLES
Walked on, further down that road.
Past a sign promising ribbons and gold.
Some things are bigger than you and me,
to move on we set them free.
Some things are bigger than you and me.
Ribbons and gold.
Heavy hands coming down again.
Reminder of everywhere we've been.
Heavy hands coming down again.
Reminder of everywhere we've been.
Through the better of four seasons.
Been awake, felt dreaming.
What is this feeling?
The shell will crack on the thickest of skin.
It burns like hell, but let it on in.

WINTER CHRONICLES
We stood at the shore staring at the sea,
this voyage spells mutiny.
Lover, sings songs of nest and shelter.
Hearts of stone and gold are too heavy to take,
always waiting for the storm to break.
Lover, you engulf this ship in fire.
We stood at the deck staring at the sea,
anchor is too heavy for me.
Stranger, salt on everything.
In the wind, the gulls are flying.
Singing songs of nest and shelter.
Under the waves a ship is sinking.

DARK WATER
As mists of the evening creep over the hill,
and the sea round about her is silent and still,
forbidden dark water, so dreary and cold,
what tales can your black depths unfold.
While fishermen row past your dark ocean shore,
old wives are spinning and praying once more.
No falsehood to dread, no malice you hold,
you are sworn to secrets, secrets of stories untold.
No harm is spoken, no evil you show,
sacred you stand, to hearts of long ago.
No curses come from you, or to you are shown,
lonely dark water, a mysterious throne.
Though they've not seen, they'll tell what they know,
of kings and princes who died long ago,
who rest in coves, and still to this day,
are seen in shadows, and through the sea spray...

(Lyrics to Dark Water are adapted from the traditional song lyrics ''The Dark Isle''.)

HOLES
Ribbons and gold. Ribbons and gold.