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Appalachia

from Empty Ship by Apres Pompeii

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I miss the red felt- tipped trees of my home, the twisting of branches, my feet in the loam. I miss the way that you were talking to me: your face in the green or the song of a creek. I miss the hills they looked like the backs of great beasts—they’re constantly moving, they’re cracking the streets. I miss the ivy running wild and unscarred. It freed me then as I danced around the yard. The white-tail, the laurel, the electric drone, they’re calling my name, it’s time to go home. I’m trapped inside of this Midwestern sleep. The plains stretch for miles, I’m drowning in wheat. And the only cure is Appalachia. They’re blowing the tops off of my mountains. They’re killing all the creatures that I love. They’re devastating forests for suburban landscapes. They’re feeding us on Appalachia’s blood. Another ground is broken, another man has marked his place. They’re renting limb from limb from the only thing that I hold dear. They’re ripping out your hair then they’re holding you up to the mirror. And now my home is squandered: I have no reason to stay here. Oh Appalachia.

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from Empty Ship, released April 24, 2012

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Apres Pompeii Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania

Always forward, that is the mantra.
Apres Pompeii is currently entering a new era. Gospels is an ongoing project that will take form over the whole of 2013. With a full length album and seven EPs planned for the year, the path to its completion will undoubtedly be long and toilsome. This project’s focus is on the internal struggles and relationships that inform the way we interact with the world. ... more

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