Recorded in Ohio for Capital Records with Universal Recording Group, Produced by Dan Smotz at Studio B.
lyrics
This is never changing
And it always seems the same
More and more frequently
In this age and day
We had never heard the whistle
Of death from the sky
No one ever listens
With technology too preoccupied
Now your hands of velvet
Turn to leather
As the sun sets on another day
More is to be said
When your hands are lead
By serpents there must be another way
A canvas ripped and torn
The stitching all but frayed
Never sees the part of us
that we had blinked away
Faster Faster run now
The door slams before we reach
Never hearing when they laugh
With all the lies they teach
Three renditions of “Snowflakes in July” explore all aspects of the song’s stunning beauty, including a mind-blowing 17-minute live version. Bandcamp New & Notable Aug 15, 2020