The Verve Crusade

by This Routine is Hell

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The Verve Crusade
Shield Recordings – 2010

01 – The Gate
02 – Tied Down (but comfortable enough)
03 – Manufacturing Consent
04 – Crossed Fingers
05 – Crooks & Robbers
06 – The Verve Crusade
07 – Make Haste
08 – The Weight of Defeat
09 – Hear. See. Speak?
10 – Question Everything
11 – The Desperate Sway

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released 21 January 2010
Released by Shield Recordings.
Recorded, mixed and mastered by Nico van Montfort @ XPZ sound.
Recorded in November and December 2009 at the EROCK Studio in Panningen, Holland.
Artwork by Martin Saavedra @ Spina Studios .

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With a compelling sense of urgency, unsettled by the modern decay of morality, four kids create the soundtrack to a modern ... more perspective on fracturing routines and breaking chains.

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Track Name: The Gate
An army of words to amplify the thoughts in my head.
We use this song as a tool to empower the discharge.
When all else fails, this is what we do to get it off our backs.
We use the power of despair and the weight of defeat to break the chains of ignorance.
Yeah, we're feeling deeply constrained.
But they can't keep us away.
We've been locked down and chained.
They're all trying to keep us down.
Deeply constrained, I know they can't keep us away.
We'll get up, we'll have our say.
Let me go!
Track Name: Tied Down (but comfortable enough)
With perpetually clenched fists, full of despair, we see the future suspended in thin air.
We used to have a spark, we'd feel free. Our hearts were beating despite this hypocrisy.
So now we fill the youth with false desires. Ram it down their throats, we're the jealousy suppliers.
Tied down, but comfortable enough. It's going to take a fucking bomb just to shake them up!
Don't you think it ever occurred to me?
I wasn't blinded by the inertness, fake and shallow.
They're all dead to me.
It took them 20 fucking years to shape me up like this.
Don't you get it?
Our relatives our gone, all our families are dead.
All we've got is this world, painted black in our heads.
Track Name: Manufacturing Consent
Biased protest, another pre-fab war.
We're shooting bullets at statistics-boards.
We kneel down for complacency.
Who's gonna be there cleaning-up the debris?
We're going down!
We speak of truth with a doubter's eye and a quibbler's mind.
There's a price on the sweet sound of success. And we're all willing to pay.
Just change the prescription.
Anesthetics to make us numb.
The side-effects are kept secret in the minds of the snakes.
You won't notice a thing, until it hits you in the face.
Closed eyes.
We just close our eyes and refuse to look.
Closed eyes.
So let’s just stick to our own fucking "paradise".
Track Name: Crossed Fingers
Following a heartbeat’s death march. We're on a one way trip to hell.
I hate to say we haven't learned from the past. But all we'll do is look back and laugh.
Crossed fingers to keep us safe. Sleeping under god’s guard.
I hate to say we haven't learned from the past. But all we'll do is look back and laugh.
Track Name: Crooks & Robbers
The ECA's got their heads screwed tight.
"We're all gonna get rich overnight."
These crooks don't knock on the proverbial door.
To them, this is fucking war.
So now they turn their backs, to unavoidable decay.
Crunching numbers to excuse the robbing of the dead.
Track Name: The Verve Crusade
Make way for the verve crusade.
Arming the battalion with a mind for a blade.
There's no place, no time for pointless spite.
We've all been down with that same old plague and we're sick of it.
We're not getting any younger and we're not getting any fucking better.
But in the end we're still alive, we're still a threat.
We're just done with throwing bricks, we're using words instead.
Track Name: Make Haste
A derailing train of thoughts hit my head today.
One question raised:
When going forward means leaving all our dreams behind, how long will it take to start changing course?
We'd rather sleep than try to think.
We'd rather die than try to use our fucking heads.
With tired eyes too exhausted to even blink we digest the 'natural' progress.
We're working harder but we're getting less.
Track Name: The Weight of Defeat
Demons rise, heroes fall. Domesticated wolves once stood so tall.
It's sad to see a lion's heart drowned in grief.
So is this it? Are we heading for mass-deception?
Well maybe I'm naive. But I'd like to think there's still a chance to ignite the spark.
Set it off
There's so much at stake.
Burdened with the weight of defeat.
We never asked for this.
Filling our minds with a monotone beat.
We never cared for this.
We're killing the time, but it won't die.
We're counting days now, revive those memories.
Hold them tight as if there's no way back.
The clock's ticking like a hammer inside my head.
If you think we're afraid of the dice.
You better think, you better think twice.
I'd rather have a little hope in my eyes.
Track Name: Hear. See. Speak?
Barricade the windows and lock down the doors, the storm is coming and the tyrants are spreading the scourge.
They're just following the path of savory success and self-interest.
Western freedom? Well I call it 16th century aristocracy.
But I guess we all have our own paraphrase of history.
And if voting doesn't work, we’ll raise our voice!
But when these bastards are holding us down, do we use our fists?
The elections weren't meant for this!
It's crushing the bones of our autonomy.
And they stay inside, among brothers and sisters, watching every step.
Planning our future while residing by the comfort of their fireside.
And the rest is history...
Track Name: Question Everything
"From ignorance our comfort grows, the only wretched are the wise"
The undeniable truth is lost and found between the lines.
In the haze of existence one tends to get a little superstitious. Do you know what I mean?
Obstructed views and misplaced definitions. We're all trying our best to see.
And we're screaming for attention.
We want to know the truth but there's more than the intention.
We act like cowards and we think like hypocrites.
There's only one solution: Question everything!
We're not dependant on conservative ways.
Just try to educate yourself for a fucking change.
There's more to life than god.
That's right, I don't believe in him.
Track Name: The Desperate Sway
Another wasted day and the potential of endless dreams turned to dust.
There's so much glory in just a minute of a lifetime. Nobody cares! We're all looking away!
What's the use if we don't stand up and try to make it worth our while?
You are too divine to let it slip, we all share that gift.
And when the crosses of vision and fervor burn to ashes.
The demons of delusion and despair own this fucking town.
We all feel, the time's slipping through our hands.
We all know, our time is coming to an end.
The desperate sway.
"Do not consider yourself free".
Bound in shackles of bliss.
And timidness mistaken for solace.
I'm not gonna let this slip.
We're not gonna let this slip.
Embrace the storm.