Split w/ Roots

by Cavalcades

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You can buy the tape (with an extra old song by each band) from Tief in Marcellos Schuld Records here: www.goatreich.com/marcellosshop/product_info.php?info=p55_cavalcades---roots---split-tape.html

Our half was recorded, mixed and mastered by Tom Mitchell at Clearwater Studios in January 2012.


released August 21, 2012



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Track Name: Sea Milne
I’m tired again. Sitting here on the wrong side of 4AM, it’s the little things that you feel you miss (like the way I’ve slept through all of this). I’m standing on the doorstep trying to see through frosted glass; I can make out shapes, but I can never make anything last.

I just wish I could have ten more minutes; some time to sleep, some room to breathe and a chance to just sit back and look at this. It’s not even like there’s pressure on me; it’s all internal. I’m just looking for something that might not exist, that no-one else needs but that still manages to fixate me.

I just need some time and a put together mind, but I don’t know where to get it from. If I can find my way out tonight then I can start changing and leave this behind.

And what holds true, an idea of you. I’ll always remember what you took.
Track Name: Roots - Wraith
the pain is too much. i've searched for so long, looking for a way to make it stop. though i remain unfulfilled, a meek ghost of who i thought i could be. you were wise to hide your heart while mine was left adorning my sleeve, unguarded, with no shell to cover it's weakest points. your forces attacked, i withered away. love fled my chest like a flock of crows, they swore to me that they would never return.