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Holy Red Wagon

by Bruiser and Bicycle

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1.
I saw the pace of aerials To soar across the arc until they crash To cause the bricks to fly I tried to catch them just to hide the charms In my arms, in my arms, in my arms Crashland, firsthand, ignite the dark Wake up to gaze upon the stars big field, shoot down, ablaze, alarm Crashland, the beholder will hark I took them to the great beyond A shipyard in the house of god The shards of glass will cut the sky The fragments of a ship to clanking wreck What is left, what is left, what is left? Crashland, firsthand, ignite the dark Wake up to gaze upon the stars big field, shoot down, ablaze, alarm Crashland, the beholder will hark You can't escape, can't cheat your fate When something in the rift awakes Go fast with grace, your last embrace Quicksilver, it’s time to embark Time to embark, time to embark So we salivate on the mint sunrise and we celebrate in summer time Let the bones of the dead be the sticks for the drums and we’ll cast the pain adrift, to not succumb Not a cause to grieve when you’re lost with me and the Aerials that fly above the trees All alone in a field were the willfully numb Looking past their kin and toward the sun Climbing up through the air to the holy and sweet as they cast away their bags, their mind, their meat Not cause to believe, a request or a plea Not a pounding on their chest to show they’re free Wanna seize the pain? Better drink the rain Till you piss the sunshine out from in your veins Or you lost the game and you walk in shame All the aerials are tumbling while in flames Up above, up above, up above, up above Crashland, firsthand, ignite the dark Wake up to gaze upon the stars big field, shoot down, ablaze, alarm Crashland, the beholder will hark You can't escape, can't cheat your fate When something in the rift awakes Go fast with grace, your last embrace Quicksilver, it’s time to embark Time to embark, time to embark
2.
One time you saw me slink and you pushed me up to the brink Now there's something behind the door Pouring something into the sink, don't you see Trouble and traps, time will elapse Someone perhaps meddled the maps Drip from the taps into the orchard Voices from the savoy that will shout just to hear the noise Someone sneaking in through the back Peering into a hidden crack in the wall Hearing the call shock and appall Wonder and awe under it all Seeing it sprawl into the endless The principles of dreams are seeping Into the world where we reside Edge of truth, its a blurring line And holy hell, the spirit’s all around you They’re singing in a tragic daze We’re heading to a new malaise Where all the yells will never make a sound Voices from the savoy, is it real or is it a toy? Someone sneaking into the void Is there anyone with a ploy to entice Sprinkling seeds, clovers and weeds Under your feet as you proceed Into my dreams, the unknown orchard Welcome you through the gate Put a vegetable on your plate Or a fruit of forbidden fate Something growing from the estate to exhale Blowing the flutes, flowers and roots Under your boots grow all the fruits Follow me through the unknown orchard The principles of dreams are seeping Into the world where we reside Edge of truth will blur tonight And holy hell, the spirit’s all around you They’re singing in a tragic daze We’re heading to a new malaise Where all the yells will never make a sound (Pour it from my eye into the shrine, and I'll pour it on the walls) I lost the light of day inside the vines Faced with all the questions of our time If my brain explodes don’t be surprised Just pour it from my eye into the shrine Sipping from the little chalice trying to taste the twinkle in the evening sky It's a simple message on the sign Tangled through my skull the rotten twine All you have to do is look inside Welcome to orchard, I’m your guide I can see into your callused mind Like the twinkle in the evening sky Now that I have got you where you stand We can cause the cosmos to expand If you’d only reach out with your hand We can make the world turn on command Sipping from a little chalice trying to taste the twinkle in the evening sky
3.
Lead the way, creatures hum fever songs Leap of faith, red wagon pulls along Either Way I thought of the other before Pick up that cloud, put it in your mouth Kiss up and down, pretty fishes house Heat the way, red rabbit runs along Lunette fields speak in dog’s Timbre of dreams Bag of plum’s on the train that runs Garb of salt carries all our thoughts Either way I thought of the other before I thought of another once more Pick up that cloud, put it in your mouth Kiss, up and down, pretty fishes house Carry that cloud, mirror bites the mouth Cling to that sound, cinders tumble out I was in the water, I was sitting down I was getting taller, I was falling down I was getting hotter, I was flipping out Mad men, talked about the monster’s in the attic Couldn’t keep from being a disaster Putting all the pieces into pasture Picking of the faces of your laughter Couldn’t keep the monster’s in the attic Couldn’t keep from seeking a distraction Putting all the pieces in the basket Picking up the remnants of the actors Couldn’t keep their gaze from lunette pastures’ Running from the ground that holds your stature Peeking through the seal that holds you captured Take you to the house that holds the mad men couldn’t keep your mouth from talking backwards Secrets from another land in past terms Sipping from the flask of holy nectars Couldn’t keep from hazing in the pasture
4.
Into the ceiling l, I looked at your feelings, I saw You were not there, you were barely aware of the dark Ran towards the cellar, I’m itching for out there, I fought Hands on the outside, I heard you were one to get caught Kept on repeating, the days of the evenings I lost Broke up the basket we wish and they gathered at once Snakes in the coffin, I laid in a cradle of love Crumple the air, as I’m fakin’ the way that I walk Superdealer I lost You’re the healer I want Landed on solid, I feared of the knowledge I bought Into the mixture our bodies get bigger with salt Collapse of the setting, I reached for the ceiling above Planted our feet and the gardeners retreat their resolve You’re my leader, I fall Make me cleaner, I cough Cause I'm down on the ground, shake shake shake hear me now (Superdealer I lost) Turn around, turn around, shake shake don't let me down Cause I'm down on the ground, shake shake shake hear me now (You’re the healer I want) Turn around, turn around, shake shake don't let me down Cause I'm down on the ground, shake shake shake hear me now (Superdealer I lost) Turn around, turn around, shake shake don't let me down Cause I'm down on the ground, shake shake shake hear me now (You’re the healer I want) Turn around, turn around You’re my keeper, I crawl Keep me forever
5.
When I'm not home, hand in the sun Land of your own, play in the sand Put down the note, give me your hand I wanna know, grapefruit or air You dropped your cranberry, our hands are spilling onto the floor Somebody said to me, I want you all to my own Crashed on the shore, faceful of drought Mouthful of hope, I'll let it out Splashes of blue, pastures of doubt Cinnabar tones raptured throughout You dropped your cranberry, our hands are spilling onto the floor Somebody said to me we want you all to our own Lapse of grace, everybody needs something to chase Sun knows where I am Ice grows on the land I know who I am I followed the sand Sun miles ahead Towards Mountain Abyss
6.
If you wake in the middle of the afternoon, in the crevice of two hills There isn’t any need to be surprised There’s a place for the jaded and the rabid fox That’ll chase you for the thrill Spending every moment in the hide from his pissed omniscient eye On a walk you're a feather and you catch the wind but a gust will blow you dry Just a little spark could make you fry You were caught by the devil cause you got too close moving on your steady jog They’re never gonna find you Sniffing dogs, spotlight piercing through the fog When the rats come to play You'll be withering away You’re delicious and afraid When there's nothing left to say It’s okay, they want more When they’re knocking at your door You'll be lying on the floor 'Cause I’m twisted, I'm like a coil 'Cause I’m the subject of conniving toil I was birthed by a stranger underneath a house of an unfamiliar town, but it's not a cause to keep me down 'Cause in the past, and the present, and the future tense there’s an itching in the mist and it's only scratched when we exist So trap that dark pride in your fist When the rats come to play You'll be withering away You’re delicious and afraid When there's nothing left to say It’s okay, they want more When they’re knocking at your door You'll be lying on the floor
7.
Sun knows where I am I know who I am Sun miles ahead I know where I am While you go and waitin’ for the world to end You asked for some way out Some way out Ice grows on the land contort and expand I followed the sand Towards mountain of bliss While you go and waitin’ for the world to end You asked for some way out Some way out Forks of Jailhouse Unknown Orchard's bloom Forks of Jailhouse Unknown Orchard's bloom As I ran up ahead Lightning sprang from his head Knives thrown from the bed Dice thrown from the bed While you go and waitin’ for the world to end You asked for some way out Some way out We know, we know, we know Beyond the soul lies morphing foam Someone’s sneaking out the jailhouse With his fingers and his hands out Climbing fences for his life now Gotta finger on the plan now Letting air beyond the orange town Saw him sleeping with the lights out So I’m waking in the night now Caught him shaking in the outhouse Got him fighting for his life now With the forks of the Jailhouse Take a beggar for his life now Thanks him later for the rice pouch
8.
Flip, hourglass, until the overcast reset hours back They're looking for a chance to invite you to sleep They'll harvest all your teeth for your work Dropping the scythe, the reaper’s in your sight Playing chess on the beach to keep out of his reach But your bound for the grip it’s a limited escape to exert It’s time to wake so rise and shine We’ll chase the silver spade, the dirt will rise So open your eyes ‘cause there’s a rumble in the soil The snake will tell you drink the oil The guise will stretch through the skies You can hear it through your lifespan 1000 engines that rev through the land to cast the command ‘Cause even when you’re in your right mind They’ll kick the dust when the task is assigned to smoke you to blind; surprise We’re on the bay, not walking anymore Not alive, never dead, just talking to the shore ‘Till we all stop turning, unconcerning Drop the knife to seize the yearning You’re running miles and shouting at the dust Not unlike the relentless shifting in the crust You incite the squalling, fit for brawling Through the wind I hear you calling Lest the world forget the trickling sands That taunt the ones who don’t demand an extension of time There’s a peace inside in the dirt We lean into the everlasting hand In hopes that we’ll climb You can hear it through your lifespan 1000 engines that rev through the land to cast the command ‘Cause even when you’re in your right mind They’ll kick the dust when the task is assigned to smoke you to blind; surprise … and who is that on the road, talking in the sky? Are they lost or alone? ‘Cause so are you and I. Are we bound for the stones just to roam? Aimlessly, we’re running. Will we find our way home? Yesterday I saw a plane crash into a star Now judgement day has begun and you know who you are You’re running fast, running far just to roam Aimlessly you’re running. Will you find your way home? The wicked hand might twist you sideways So blow the fife while you sharpen the blade
9.
Boiled sun, boiled sun, boiled sun Boiled sun, boiled sun, boiled sun Do you wanna think about The things you wanna do without I know, I know Can you keep from coming up I wanna keep from laying down I know, I know Green patch for the offering Boil gently for the suffering Atone, atone Hanging out when nobodys moving Keep your fingers crossed Put your teeth into it I know, I know Hands in your arms in the sunlight Give me your arms in the sunlight We wanna build the sky We wanna build the sky And I know, it’s over there Inside And i know it's over there Inside Boiled Sun, Boiled Sun Creature’s reaching’ deeper, grabbing secrets from the ether I know, I know Spaced out in corn field with the wind up to the orange hill I know, I know Spirit’s high and I fear it’s lie’s, for it shake’s the mind of the clearest signs Of hope, I know Boiled up to the sunrise, pour it from my eyes into the shrine I know, I know Hands in your arms in the sunlight Give me your arms in the sunlight We wanna build the sky We wanna build the sky And I know, it’s over there Inside And i know it's over there Inside Spire burning fire is melting the admirer Spirit leaves a mark Cataclysmic start And I know, its over there Sun inside takes over Picks you out The hole inside came out Want me to roll over Tell me how A chain inside your mouth Sweat won't fill the faucet Leather spouts A million miles of ground Wanted to see backwards Turn around We thought the sky was out

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Holy Red Wagon is a world to get lost in. Across nine elastic tracks, meticulously channeled freak-folk influence twists its way into Bruiser and Bicycle’s progressive rock-skewed artpop.

Replete with rich imagery and burning affirmations for life, the Albany, NY group’s exploratory writing takes the form of grandiose song structures, call-and-response passages, and confrontations with the unfamiliar. Lead single “1000 Engines”, an explosive and frenetic introduction to Holy Red Wagon, lurches between genre spectrums on a dime, coalescing somewhere between jangle rock and experimental pop.

Flashes of psychedelia find home on Holy Red Wagon too, as heard in the various synths and atmospherics in the frenzied second single “Superdealer”, the first song written for the album. One of the shorter works on the record, the song about desire features an unforgettable, extended bridge that captures the pop aptitude of Bruiser and Bicycle, as well as the spirit of Holy Red Wagon itself.

While the chaos that jumps out from Holy Red Wagon seems at first listen to be its salient feature, it’s the contrasts and juxtapositions of style and sound that are its beating heart—ostensible chaos revealing more and more of its order with each successive listen.

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released April 5, 2023

All music written and recored by Bruiser and Bicycle
Produced, engineered, mixed by Scoops Dardaris
Mastered by Alan Douches at West West Side Music
Recorded at Headroom Studios, and Double Ought in Philadelphia
Nick Whittemore - Guitar, Vocals, Bass, Keyboard, Aux Percussion, Recorder
Keegan Graziane - Guitar, Vocals, Vibraphone
Joe Taurone - Drums
Guitar Solo on Track 3, and 6 by Keegan Graziane
Artwork by Hannah Alsdorf

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Bruiser and Bicycle is the creative outlet of "Lanky" Nick Whittemore, Keegan Graziane, and friends.

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