Fever Dream Symphony

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released December 20, 2016

All songs written by Caleb and Kegan Swyers Copyright 2016

Vocals/Samples/Piano - Kegan Swyers
Guitar/Piano/Bass/Samples - Caleb Swyers
Drums - Daniel Brouns
Violin/Keyboards - Rebekah Kozeluh
Bass/Vocals - Jared Thorne

Recorded, Mixed, and Engineered by Daniel Brouns and Caleb Swyers
Special thanks to Jeremy Underwood at Firehouse Studios

Mastered by Daniel Brouns at Becker Mastering

We would like to thank our family and friends
for their never ending support.

This album is dedicated in loving memory to Brenda Brouns,
who was the embodiment of love.
You will always be in our hearts!

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Track Name: The Kitchenettes
agues of the sunroom
soon starts the sweating fits
regretted like the lecher's kiss
tried to kill the distraction but she

sang for the kitchenettes
sang for the kitchenettes

hot water is working
to behead the boiling pots
she's certain that the stove was off
at the spill her reaction was she

sang for the kitchenettes
sang for the kitchenettes
clang like a china set
sang for the kitchenettes

no dream I dream
I built the empire from inside
your mid-wanderings

though she's always asking
her prayers will never reach
pass the ceiling in the room she sleeps
like balloons they've collected but she

sang for the kitchenettes
sang for the kitchenettes
clang like a china set
sang for the kitchenettes
Track Name: The Futurist
the futurist the futurist
reveled in the 15th of July

the futurist the futurist
fashioning the night song from his spine

lilli
lilli
lilli
lilli
lilli
lilli
lilli
you were the centers of these scenes

the futurist the futurist
soviet union after dawn

the futurist the futurist
waiting with a clean shirt and a gun

lilli
lilli
lilli
lilli
lilli
lilli
lilli
you were to save me from these scenes
you were to save me from these scenes

"now you and I are quits
past one o'clock you must
have gone to bed"
Track Name: The Tourniquet
Josephine hear my plea this time
they're promising you a perfect life
but when the wound is red
I'd be your tourniquet
and you'd be mine
you'd be mine

a fever dream is the world outside
a long and bleak, broken circus ride
and when you're near the end
I'd be your tourniquet
and you'd be mine
you'd be mine

love they're playing our song
softly droning factories and the smokestacks
hanging cabling gleams and sparks

ghosted scenes are your dreams in white
memories of an antique wife
and when the wound is red
I'd be your tourniquet
and you'd be mine
you'd be mine

body dressed for the afterlife
with graying hair and with crow-feet eyes
and though how old you'll get
and when an invalid
you will still be mine
still be mine
Track Name: The Proprietor
detached hands demanding touch
skulking
eavesdropping on our lives
waiting for the right moment
to reach for us

then wounds go reopening
like flytraps they bite at the air
was there ever something there

faceless suitor
rooms are emptying
now from my aching mouth
words clawing their way out

my own shadow
striding out of step again

pain escapes to pain
and then back again

dead sound
lights out a tongue struggling
to speak
Track Name: The Peddler
your daughters
your daughters
your daughters dream like them

your sisters
your sisters
your sisters look like them

as he passed through peaceful
the lepidopterist dream himself the needle
as he passed through

song that swooned the rats
slowly coming back
to take the children too

the peddler
the peddler
the peddler
disguised as the butterfly collector

in his stone pavilion
palo verdes blues
and ten thousand children's
damaged bedrooms

now in moth-moonlight
little brides-to-be
forced down dark aisles
of midnight streets

they hang like icicles
in their glass cocoons
each an unnamed prisoner
hid in plain view

song that swooned the rats
slowly coming back
to take the children too
Track Name: The Solipsist
I'll show you the world's end tonight
I'll show you the world's end tonight
can't tell a carbon monoxide cloud
from an angel

with chemical lullabies
with chemical lullabies
one holy trumpeter's clanging his song
like a siren

the moon is a bloodshot eye
that moon is a bloodshot eye
the moon is a bloodshot eye
that moon is a bloodshot eye

it hangs stiff as criminal's face
from the gallows
Track Name: The Tumor
one name we were
one place we were

a twin sister sleeps inside
a birthmark a latent life

malignant, straining,
and in full bloom
under our mid-November moon
skin the texture of ginger root
a child unseen a ghosted womb

one name we were
one shape we were

hey their sister of mine
you'd hardly recognize
a scrapheap-of-skin disguise

mother strained in that white room
under our mid-November moon
slowly out the exit wound
a child unseen a ghosted womb

in black waters a dark fish broods
eyeless, looming, in search for food
sister remember those brothers
who were born outside of a garden for two
Track Name: The Triptych
at the pattern's ill-returning
knowing habit would choose for me

shame their on the other side
the other side
the other side

the last proceeding yet to come
ten lashings for the things you've done
the Sunday paper shreds itself to bits

like a triptych of the furies
in movements of three it breeds

thirst, the act, then fate

the endless hate
the endless hate
the endless hate

the last proceeding yet to come
ten lashings for the things you've done
the Sunday paper's aching comic strip

dear Lord I don't know what my best is anymore

we were born as slaves
so be careful who you throw the chains to
Track Name: The Sunroom
nothing uglier than the sun
after a sleepless night
nothing uglier than the sun
after a sleepless night

and that daylight was once a dream's afterlife
somnolent night now just an empty sight
shadow of the cure
for how to be anything anymore

God bless the room
that's only a room
before its walls pulse
a nostalgic heart
a nostalgic heart

and that daylight was once a dream's afterlife
somnolent night now just an empty sight
why when i say sorry
why won't the mind forgive the body
forgive the body
forgive the body