The Years

by Those Darn Gnomes

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released May 12, 2015

Those Darn Gnomes are:
Mark Steuer
Christian Molenaar
Russell Case
Bryon Wojciechowski

Recorded at Apollo's Crotch.

Cover painting by John Martin, 1841.

Praise for this album:

"What words can describe an album of this caliber? At times ethereal, at others brutal, simultaneously intriguing and off-putting, The Years is one of the most challenging works of art I’ve experienced. [...] However, in challenge there is the promise of reward, and The Years delivers that reward in full for those brave enough to delve into its depths."
-Toilet ov Hell (#3 album of the year)

"It sounds like I died and went to hell."
-Bryon's dad

"...this is not music for the pop charts. It’s an elegant deconstruction of death metal’s parameters. It’s brawny and aggressive, but matches those traits with a penchant for softness which reminds me of post-metal champions Isis. [The songs] eschew traditional song structure, and play with such dissonance it calls to mind a Gorguts cult favorite."
-also Toilet ov Hell

"I guess it's pretty good for that kind of music."
-Russell's mom

"I love straight ahead, kick-in-the-chest metal as much as the next guy, but there comes a point where we as music consumers should ask ourselves, 'Ok, what else is there?' Then the universe will lean down and whisper back, 'Gnomes, bro. Those Darn Gnomes.'"
-Toilet ov Hell, again (they like us a lot)

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Track Name: Ritualist
Every day is the same
I can see the future because every day is the same

Wake up and begin the routine
Every day is just as it seems

Out of options, imbalanced
Trying to weigh the possibilities
Of what it takes

Faith is slipping
Frustrated by uncertainty

Wake up and begin the routine
Every day is just as it seems
Track Name: Nothing but a Burden
Deep is the sadness that gloomily comes over me,
Again I slip, Lord, into your house.
Long was the journey, my limbs are weary,
The shrines are empty, only against is full.

My thirsty tongue desires wine.
The battle was hard, my arm is stiff.

I feel air from another planet.
I faintly through the darkness see faces
Friendly even now, turning toward me.

And trees and paths that I loved fade
So I can secretly know them and you bright
Beloved shadow—summoner of my anguish--

Are You only exhausted completely in deep glowing
In the frenzy of the fight
With a pious show of reason.

I lose myself in toils and tones, circling,
With unfortunate thanks, I give Blessing
Beneath desires, I feel myself to the great breath.

A violent wind passes over me
In the thrill of combat where I lay in the cries
In dust flung on me by women on the ground:

Then I see a flame’s mist rising
In a sun-filled expanse
That includes only the fairest mountain hatches.

The land looks white.
Track Name: Crustacean Eulogy
We’re your friends.
Wait for work and family carry.

Replied in name-only thing,
Owe his hands into your parents.
Without will, it made him smile,
Smiling like a little girl.

She prayed, she hoped they would:
They shook their hands, they were going.
She asked…but for later. Pulling the heart.
Carry it before it closes.

We’re your friends.
Wait for work and family carry.

Fainted. Please, God, take his…
He argued, stunned, waiting for something.
It was hard to say nothing had happened before,
When we could understand it;

Stay home and meet them.
Shipping early ones.
“Does it take its seat?” she wondered.
Excuses the group, invitations were both on time.
Father…Father placed it.
He caused so much trouble.
Track Name: Admission
I keep my good eye open.
Who can tell?
There might be someone in the night.

What was that?
The dropping of a leaf?
Or a footfall in the darkness?
Is someone there?
No.
Only the shaking of a leaf.
I keep my good eye open just the same.
Tomorrow, maybe.

I keep my good eye open.
Who can tell?
There might be someone in the night.
No.
Track Name: Consequence
There are no saviors
Only witnesses
They gather all around
Awaiting failure
No one ever seems to notice
No one even cares
Track Name: Fault of the Sun
Witness the cold scale lament
And eyes doing battle with anything that’s left
No stranger to the finer things
Or Earth’s sweet novelty
But I’ll find a way to let you know who’s coming for me

Answered, crying, mumbled, grinning
I'm sorry, no more

On either side of the door
Since you've been alone
The morning's twin
Nothing to live with me
Longing for the return, sighing, waiting
Monday morning like no other

I'm still asleep standing up,
But you've been gone since then

If I could only find the place where I can remember
She's not telling you no anymore
It's hardly a surprise
But I insist
However long it takes

No more, on the other side of the door
Since you've been alone
This morning's twin
Nothing to live with me
Longing for the return, sighing, waiting
Gasping for air,
Begging for more

Upon hearing the will
It looks just like you
And no matter how tall I build it up
It just gets closer and closer
Staring

I'm cold now, numb to the advances
Since all you wanted was to watch
Take it and walk away

Tell us all about it.
Was he gentle? Did you cry?
Close the door and maybe you'll feel better
What is not yet another, instead her own...
I should know better by now
Sorry
Maybe it meant something else
At least I thought

Her eyes fell into view from behind the mirror
She'd been peering through
Witness the cold scale lament

The pain only deepens
(To let you know who’s coming for me)

She’s not telling me anything anymore
It’s hardly a surprise
But I insist
How long does it take?

No more on the other side of the door
The morning’s twin
Nothing to live with me
Longing for the return, singing and waiting
Gasping for air