The Winter's End [EP]

by Common Market

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the last and final album from the seattle-based duo.

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released March 9, 2009

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RA Scion Seattle, Washington

RA Scion has been writing, recording + performing since the '90s, most notably as 1/2 of Common Market.
"There is a restlessness in RA Scion, a desire to move outside of usual or secure boundaries. From rural Kentucky to as far afield as Zambia & Greece, he's spent his life reinventing himself and his task in the world. His answers are never easy ones.” – Victoria Farr Brown, Historian and Writer ... more

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Track Name: Nouveau Depart
Rain on the scarecrow, blood on the plow
Aint nowhere to go when, it's trouble on the prowl
Move for the sake of not standing still
Who's gonna save us? I guess if God can he will
Taught me to pray but, never trained me to swim
Beast of the nature; leverage can't keep him in
Float with the hopeful, 'til it starts sinkin' in
Maybe we were chosen, to lead the saints in the march in

Every indication tellin' me
We beheld the face of the devil the
Ancient letters have been and spelled it out
On the vellum, this hell is heavenly
In the inundation a revelry
Let the wave of grace envelope me
Well of emancipation, seldom I've felt as selfish
No help I fell out of zealotry
All the messages heeded 'em
Freely left the rest to be with them
My level of obedience is seen in the seasons
Freeze within the reaches of freedom
See the incredulous seekin' him
Speakin' the ineffable, kneelin'
Every seed in the legion cede allegiance
In the final breaths of death they're breathin'

Hush, I aint never told you to trust in
Nothin' other than
What you can hold, clutch – that's just
Dust under the muslin

Then I rose, lips sealed eyes closed
Stripped these soaked clothes
Every stitch goes, I'mma be revealed
I'mma see the real get exposed
In the wind a wish blows
What kind of men are content to live with those?
I dig rows of holes for seeds
Who I'mma feed with fishes and loaves?
I am perfectly merciless
Versus the purposeless murderous
I am worthy, not worthless – I deserve this
I am worthy, not worthless – I deserve this
Je suis passé avec Dieu
Je suis passé avec Dieu
Track Name: Escaping Arkham
Any place for a man of faith's appropriate
When, knowing no comfort, wanna want for the opiate (I)
Hunted by scent, not sense; hundreds spent, poor thing
Storied hunter fallen to predatory lending
Creditors unforgiving of trespasses
Will they still be if ever forced to walk the path of Cassius
River City made me, incidentally, maybe
I'll be champion type too, pray for me
Cause where I'm currently at's against the rope and all odds
Amidst the vermin and rats; dense smoke on the water
If I bury this axe, friend or foe where you fall
Workin' to cash it back in then winter stole it all
And I'll recoup but I ain't ready yet
Besides all they've takin' is a lie, this is petty theft
Left with the better me, that fleshen treasury
Was too heavy to carry anyhow
Heaven so many miles (miles, miles)

Far away is the place I'm from, place I'm from
Waiting on a day that may not come, may not come (may not come)
Crazed and drunken, they afraid of something
You may be stunned to find the bravest one
Done run away chasing the sun

Dig it
Already missing you
Whistful, miserable, but my memory visceral
Yell as I'm held, suspended animation
Float over time and space and the scent of sanitation
Over the smoke and the smoldering waste
My holding pattern scattered for miles above annihilation
Spin off as I fend off the provocation
Wishin' I had a minute more to pen the observation
What I could leave to be the legacy
Never presented itself 'til I was sick of myself
Handful of my face, plagued with a case of leprosy
Moment of consolation came in this levitation
But I ain't one to speak of regrets
I made commitments I unyieldingly kept - F-U-C the rest
K, I'mma sleep in a second cousin, now make the introduction
You ain't never late for meetings with death (death, uh)

Far away is the place I'm from, the place I'm from
Waiting on a day that may not come, it may not come
Crazed and drunken, they afraid of something
You may be stunned to find the bravest one
Done run away chasing the sun

Far away is the place I'm from, the place I'm from
Waiting on a day that may not come, it may not come
Crazed and drunk they made you afraid of something
You may be stunned to find the bravest one
Done run away chasing the sun
Track Name: Slow Down Moses
Freedom song, for my people – right here
We belong, keep on keepin' on now
Beat your drum, do your step and
Hold your head, hold your head, hold your head

I ain't tryin' to talk now
'Cause whenever we're talkin' you talk down
It's possible there's not a proper answer to "what's wrong?"
So what's wrong with me wanting to cut through the customs?
Of course the circumstances were tough on
My family, but we've got a love strong, and never for a
Second did I ever feel neglected or sloughed on
It's just that I question where I come from
And how I ended up here, my friends have
Got good intentions backed by funny ideas
Play along, sport – accept a favor with grace
A cup of Ceylon before this sailor's gone and laid to waste
And in case you ever come to find yourself at sea
It may help to know I sat in this seat comfortably
What I did was done for you, a song I sung for you
A little something to comfort you, as soon as the summer's through

Freedom song, for my people who've been
Treated wrong, knowin' nothing ever
Feels as string, (I feel it, I feel it) as that voice
Inside your head (hold steady, hold steady now), in your head (hold steady, hold steady now), in your head (hold steady, hold steady now)

I still ain't ready to talk yet
And you keep watchin' the clock tick
As if another minute gonna do what so many didn't
This wall's rock solid and you are not demolishin' it
Several sessions left a dent in it
Then I employed the finer points of fence mending
I done spoke of the 'vironment I've been in and it
Should be no surprise I'm a bit defensive – you not the
First sent to pry and coax words outta Ryan's throat
Herbs in a tie and coat, co-coercion – enterprise broken
Silence like it's thin ice, nope – thanks for tryin', though
Only those who are livin' it get it
Spin in concentrical circles of friends, dig it?
Did it for my SOS folk, step your step, yo
And hold your head

Freedom, yeah
Freedom song, for my people – right here
We belong, keep on keepin' on now
Beat your drum, do your step and
Hold your head, hold your head, hold your head, yeah, yeah
Track Name: Brasso
A la Chopin pull the hamstring lovely
I run the option to go in tough with nothin but dust to cover me
Not one in this republic stand to govern me yeah
I study the summary curmudgeonry buffs in the introductory
That surpass with the purpose of serving superfluous
Verbiage for your agenda to render worthless your herb stash
Ante up blades of glory Gordie how the champ cut?
Skate the eight around fanboys holdin they Stanley Cup
Play nice coconut off flavor they shaved ice
Sippin with the quickness want no driplets on them Alifes
Spot in winner's circle I buy into
Mama Roberts make me genetically tied to Heitchew
Baptized in Jericho that's where the mission come from
Smart about it brought a fish up out it when I finish done
Fried like the rest of the spread see to it they get fed
Clear the table space go 'head and lay ya head..

(Not hearin' what you say to me)
Breathin' life into the brass slide in to an "A" and play to raise the dead
Work with that serrated when they make it hard to break the bread
Sup wit us sup wit us
Bring a drink and you could sup wit us sup wit us yeah
Horny sections string along the wind pretend to follow me
Blew you out of first chair spare me the novelty
Fuck wit us fuck wit us
Do you a favor son and fuck wit us fuck wit us yeah uh

Bobbleheads properly noddin gobbled the gospel
Let apostles at the brothel bet god said it in darker red
Copy edit mark tread light across the manuscript
Dark valley dwellers in the cellar with the candle lit
Mic hot incantator grip it like a torch
I see the writing on the wall before me a sign of sorcery
Formula for forgery you borin me to tears
This is child's play ain't no fuckin mcs here
Flood the dungeon with rainwater and watch 'em all retreat
Curb your sharp tongues bastard your raft has sprung a leak
Lake swallow the bodies of hobbyists holler you're volatile
Caught a view of the harbor out the lobby of the hospital
Plot to bottle potables pour a little saccharine
RA sugar the pusher of pure real acumen
Drink deep potency beyond the normal content
Blink sleep death before them horns come in..