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The Holy Ground EP

by The High Dials

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Put down roots in what you’ve found Cling like a tree to the holy ground Seeking dark rivers far underground Drink from the rivers they’re all around Take my right eye, bring a flame to my tongue By shadowy pools where the moon is young Out of the wasteland we’ll make our home Under the mountain in ocean foam Tell me how to make this true Point out the way that I must move To plant a flag under shifting skies Shine a light as the moments die Tell me how to make this true Point out the way that I must move I had a fire in my head I hooked a berry to a thread I caught myself a silver trout I came home and the lights went out You seek the scent like a pack of hounds You strain your ears for the secret sounds Weaving your thorns into little crowns What will you wear when the sun goes down? Come on, come on, come on, come on Live on this holy ground
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There’s no love in the autumn sun, boy But that’s okay It is cold and bright And you feel alright Somewhere there’s a black dog Barking out your name But that’s far behind And the air is kind Say what you will, girl Though it fucks my mind I can’t stand here forever On the edge of time I want to forgive and proove that love is blind I want to move forward But I don’t know which way I am facing Someone must come please and take me by the hand There’s no truth in the winter wind, boy But that’s okay There is burning wood And the smell is good And somewhere there’s a future going up in smoke That’s a private joke For a crowd of one Say what you will, girl Can you still see straight? I was left like a beggar With these coins on my plate I’m bound by the beauty I’m worn out by the weight I want to move forward But I don’t know which way I am facing There’s no love, sing no love There’s no love, sing no love
3.
She is right I am fading out of sight But I welcome dissolution in your eyes Would you care If I vanished in the air? Though you like the conversation That is clear Fading, fading, fading Like an old family painting And I speak the words and make them true I speak my future like the prophets do On this summer evening I am surely leaving I could fade in your room I could fade in your room I am gone, hear the insects greet the dawn, Sing out simply in their joy, “He can’t go on!” In this park, I got lost inside the dark But I kind of like this feeling Disappearing Fading, fading, fading Like an old family painting And I speak the words and make them true Declare my fate just like the prophets do On this summer evening I am surely leaving I could fade in your room I could fade in your room
4.
Daisy is leaving My body’s grieving like an orphan now Stay please, don’t leave me Please close the space that I can never fill When I’ve lost my way This is how I pray Love you Feel you Need you till the day I cannot breathe Daisy!

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Originally intended as a companion to "War of the Wakening Phantoms" but belatedly released in 2007, this EP features the title track and 3 nuggets from studio sessions for the first two records. Of particular note is the track "Picture of a Fading Man" which features a blistering keyboard solo by Rod Argent of The Zombies.

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released July 10, 2007

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The High Dials Montréal, Québec

The High Dials are an indie pop band from Montreal.
While their melodic sensibility, harmonies and jangling guitars owe an obvious debt to the 60s and power pop groups, they also draw upon shoegaze, new wave and folk sounds to create rich and varied albums. Their most recent album “Primitive Feelings” is a predatory summer mix of lo-fi grooves, acid rock guitars and razor-sharp humour. ... more

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