Kris shares some insight...

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So here are some song lyrics to a song that is going to be on the new Brand New Sin album. The album thus far remains untitled, but the name of this song is, “Groups of five”. T-bird had these brilliant guitar riffs that he pitched to us one night when we were staying at Jackson’s house from Truman highway and that’s when I began working on it. I wrote it about self imprisonment. I was thinking in particular about my inability to remember the names of people that I meet, and always coming across like an asshole for it. Sometimes I wonder if it’s better to go out of my way to not meet people. Anyway, I can’t wait to get back into Subcat and start making this record. We’ve got all the songs, it’s just a matter of scheduling at this point. Keep your fuckin pants on.

GROUPS OF FIVE

Every night and morning the course of a day repeats itself. In between the routine, I suffer my thirst and tightened belt, but what’s really choking me are my own cold, aging hands. As they grip my neck, and they squeeze my throat till I die. Was I blessed or damned?
The only future I can see is nothing but bars and breaking rocks. My biggest fear is living here on concrete floors in cinder blocks, but the walls that box me in are immune to the wrecking ball. So I’m quarantined, and I’ll always be, and I’ll never be free cause they wont ever fall.
Again it’s such a shame. It’s the same as yesterday. It’s a shame. It’s mundane. It’s the same as yesterday.
There’s a ghost I walk with who reaps for me the seeds I’ve sewn. In the groups of five, these tormented days and nights I’ve known. This solitary unalone that I’ve come to recognize as home is a windowless, blackened edifice. It’s a fortress that stands just as tall as the day is long.

Here are some other titles that may or may not be featured on the new album:

The lord came down
Goddess of war
A cup and the lip
Soul
Infamous
All my wheels
Elbow greasy and T-bird
Rotten as hell
Bed of nails
Your song and dance
Glory days
A traveling shepherd of an ancient mind
The Les Daniels song
Way down low
Fools paradise
The fourth of July song
The last bitter sweet free ride

Questions are welcome. Love, Kris.