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Twilight at a Burning Hill

by Midwestern Dirt

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1.
Static 03:32
Ever since I left the island I miss you every day Ever since I left the island You know I couldn't stay
2.
We're all, afraid of our shadows And we're all, on our own On a big rock Floating through space Years that I love Years that I waste And each one a little shorter And each one a little colder Is this what he meant? By "bread or fresh air" I'll never meet Trebek I am nowhere Ride a phantom To a small town Where there's the opposite Of shadow And I'll come right down A little closer And I calmed right down And I'm getting warmer
3.
Water falls under the bridge Where the train is stalled It's empty again Bleaker than my thoughts When you're not around I'm no more than rain Seeping into the ground I don't wanna hear about I don't wanna see it I don't wanna be around At the end See the clouds rolling on in Covering the street It's empty again We used to be alright What happened here Waiting on the sign To finally disappear I don't wanna hear about I don't wanna see it I don't wanna be around At the end I don't wanna hear about I don't wanna see it I don't wanna be around At the end
4.
Here we are at the the end of the road I pull my coat tight Embrace the cold And oh how quickly People fade away As we forget The sound of their names But home is nowhere now White knuckles On the wheel How many more lines can I steal? I wanna go To the start again Back to where It all began But home is nowhere now I dreamt the Northway house burned down And St. Gregory was calling out "They're all pretending not to see" But there's no sound But for the wind and me And home is nowhere now Now it's setting The uncaring sun See the dark Invading my horizon And I can't think twice About where I've been I only end up At the start again And home is nowhere now
5.
I don't care what you're taking from me Give it a home Set it free I'm wrong about you You're wrong about me To tell you the truth You don't know what it means to me Say what you want I won't say a word My lips are sealed On what I have heard I called you on the telephone I left a note When you weren't home again The summer's here You know what that means Mosquito bites and sunscreen Explosions in the sunless sky Reminding me we're all gonna die again Now that I'm old I'm afraid of the wind that blows in my hair Cause no one else knows this is nowhere How did we get here from way over there? We are the goldfish at the fun fair
6.
Wasteland 04:10
This is a warning This is a trace Of what life was like But this place is a wasteland They're taking the ocean From the fools that look like me and you When you awake nothing will be there In a dream held at twilight In a room with no roof Where the stars hanging above you Are painted white Red and blue When you awake nothing will be there See the lion roam the plains From ear to ear she calms her young Who fear the future days Where they want us to burn To pile on top of each other The repulsive beasts we are When you awake nothing will be there You've sat on the throne For a hundred years And don't believe the truth But if you look down on us You will see the waste of a century When you awake nothing will be there But we, we are one They are many We are one One
7.
Tidus 05:40
Here's the beginning Of our demands This is a reckoning And you've got red hands You're not commanding You've no more control We'll have you scattering Like rats to their holes We don't want the world We want the dream We don't want the world We want the dream Have you been listening? I don't think you have "This isn't happening" You're wrong about that We don't want the world We want the dream We don't want the world We want the dream Your dream is done We are what's to come This isn't happening
8.
Strung up again, trying to make amends I can't fall if I'm already on the ground So take me home, or open a window Cause I'm tired of these snakes Eating their young And they're eating me too And I don't hear as well anymore My eyes are getting tired But they always find the floor And I know there are angels Dressed in white But I can't look without going blind And in my dreams I drowned in the rain And melted in the sun And I'm blinded Hell, I'm blinded By everyone Have we reached nowhere? I don't see an escape But I can't sit aside Without giving up the fight With the grey hovering around There's too many lights in this town Full of rubbernecks And too many witnesses But I want to burn the world down And let it regrow But I don't think we deserve it You thought you caught me smiling When I awoke But you were wrong Cause every man's island Waiting to croak You're all mirrors and smoke You came here unannounced Knocking at the door Asking for more But there is no refuge It's not like before There's no direction home
9.
I was static waiting For the day to come Seems I lost my place here Underneath the sun I waited too long I am that lost child Sitting in the cold I could see my breath Fog up every window I waited too long But I can see, the sun is out But it don't shine for me I can see the moments In the rearview mirror Show me everything now All that I have feared I waited too long You see me outside walking On the riverside My shoes are filled with snow And the icicles are my mind But I alone Feel the warmth And the summer heat Of your eyes Right before me But the images are fading In the arcade Why didn't I say? I am still here waiting For the day to come Seems I've been erased here Right in front of everyone
10.
Dusk 02:54
There's no light at the end of the tunnel There's no getting out of here There's no light at the end of the tunnel It's worse than I feared There's no sound at the top of the mountain There's only this ring in my ear There's no song from the birds or the ocean It's worse than I feared There's no end to a film yet to begin There's only the scenes in my head There's no chapters left in the book The story has to end

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"Midwestern's world might be on fire, but it's a very pretty fire.

Every new record from the Midwestern Dirt camp brings about an email from their frontman inviting me to listen to it early, and no hesitation—Twilight at a Burning Hill is their best yet. I'm actually kicking myself for sitting on it for a month while I was on vacation in Wales. In preparing for this review, I went back and listened to their older stuff again. Down the Stairs has a lot of personal meaning to me, but it does meander in spots. Sayonara never clicked with me like I really wanted it to. This one? It's a stunner. I believe Patrick has a new band backing him on this one, and they're more than happy to lunge at these tracks with an intensity and a purpose that their previous albums could only imply. Case in point? Twilight was tracked nearly entirely live in the studio.

That's not to say this is Midwestern's hardcore punk record or anything, but they do match their trademark grainy-dreamy sonics with blasts of drum fills ("The Opposite of Shadow"), stabbing riffs ("The Aaron Waters Show"), and sudden stops ("Expecting Rain", "Tidus"), and the songs seriously benefit from the loose liveliness. John Golden's drumming gives these tracks propulsion that Midwestern's previous records weren't lucky enough to have, while the increased emphasis on Owen Hemming's keys (like the organ on "Wasteland" or the aching pianos on "Dusk") give much color to the proceedings. It helps that Patrick's brought his best-written and catchiest batch of songs yet, and his lyrics are consistently evocative, bleak, and world-weary, a soundtrack to strange times indeed. I've only got so much space to rave, so I'll put it like this: everyone's troubled these days. Do your part. Share this record with them." - Mariteaux

credits

released August 18, 2023

On this recording MIDWESTERN DIRT is:

John Golden: drums, percussion
Owen Hemming: piano, synth, organ
Patrick Kapp: vocals, guitars
Colin Mercer: bass, mandolin, vocals
Alejandro Ortiz: guitars

Cello performed by Chaepter Negro


Recorded on March 24th & 25th by Keifer Douglas at JamDek in Chicago
A few overdubs at our homes
Mixed by Keifer Douglas
Mastered by Bill Henderson (Azimuth Mastering)

Album cover photo by Dakota Sillyman
Layout by Patrick Kapp
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All Songs (Music and Lyrics) © 2023, Patrick Kapp
2023 Nantasket Music (ASCAP), All Rights Reserved

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Midwestern Dirt Chicago, Illinois

Formed in 2017 as a solo studio project by singer-songwriter Patrick Kapp, the group has expanded to feature Colin Mercer and Owen Hemming.

Midwestern Dirt has put out four LPs and two EPs on Nantasket Records.

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