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Together & Apart

by Leading Last

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1.
Godzilla 03:19
Let’s talk this out. You know it’s in my blood to voice all my negative doubt. Breathe in, breathe out. My contradictions make me scream silence. There is nothing that can satisfy your soul. I am skeptical of all the information you have been holding from me. Hush, Hush All is well and everything is all right Still trying to fix something all through the night. If there is nothing wrong with me, my mind must be bored. With life and love around me, I am still torn. Let’s talk this out. You know it’s in my blood to voice all my innocent doubt. Breathe in, breathe out. My contradictions make me scream silence.
2.
Into me she looked as she wept & sighed goodbye. I did not cry, I will not cry—too numb to match her eyes. I’ll bellow with my friends, not my foes And although I know you’re not one of those it seems equally as well. This beauty gave me a scare. Adorned with alternating blonde & brunette ribbons in her hair. She is fair. This is fair! Right? Into me she looked as she wept & sighed goodbye. I did not cry, I will not cry—too numb to match her eyes. I’ll bellow with my friends, not my foes And although I know you’re not one of those it seems equally as well. I know it’s weird, especially since we’re still healing, But I’ve never wanted to give a hug so bad to a girl while I am bleeding. You see I still care about you, although from I distance, I still care. I swear. (I’m at a loss, but I’m not lost. My God has killed the paradox.) Introspection left me feeling like despairing. Only wanting, always needing, never caring. Selfish ranting never ceasing, bantering on about what seems pleasing. My interceding and well-being left to friends who aren’t as needy hearing only Pity-party pit falls and pouting sometimes shouting, seldom crying mixed with laughing, whining, thoughts of dying, swearing, and Bouts of mental bleeding known as doubting. Oh Self-loathing! Only Christ can heal me! Into me she looked as she wept & sighed goodbye. I did not cry, I will not cry—too numb to match her eyes. I’ll bellow with my friends, not my foes And although I know you’re not one of those it seems equally as well. (Love as the Lord would have us love.)
3.
The boys say that they don’t have to answer when I ask (them to) bow down. I will have my reign and no one else will obtain it. May I have your attention please? To appease—please, introduce the ground to your knees. Turn to the mirror where I’ve become accustomed to stare. Oh how I love the man standing there. I know you use more than your eyes to see. I hope you don’t see the worst side of me. But it seems not everyone is so subject to gold. Whether promoted to my courts or dressed in shirts of fire their faith never expires. May I have your attention please? To appease me, please? Give me your attention now! Turn to the mirror where I was told not to stare. Eyes lay witness to a beast, replacing the man. Look he’s crouching there. Oh no say it ain’t so. Take this life I’ve sold and turn it into gold. The reflection was that of a bird that gave no song to be heard. Oh I am as silent as I my thoughts! Matted feathers sprout from my head, as sharp talons grow dark and long. I am headstrong says the Lord, but still delicate—as being attached to an umbilical cord. With wits lost about me and my dreams scattered across the field like seed. It is humility I need. Lying in tall grass shrinks Babylon twice as small and fast. Not my empire but I who took the fall and fell onto a field to kneel. Looking around to no avail then a seventh to see God—you are real and I knew that before.
4.
Hemlock 03:42
I wanna see miracles in my hands. I wanna see miracles, not just sand. I’d glimpse at your face, but you’re in the shade. I look at your face, but you look away. Get up, Get up. You won’t be the last one. Get up, come on. You’re feeling fine. Get up, stand up, come on now walk around. You thought you owned this place when you were… Sleeping where you don’t belong. And You laugh at what you think is wrong. (x4) Sleeping where you don’t belong. And You laugh at what you know is wrong. (x3) You’re not welcome in the bed you sleep in. You’re just knee deep in your sin. Why won’t you give me the desires of my heart. I’m telling you the truth! My passions aren’t the conceited parts. Look down to earth and see the guilty. I’m alive, but I can see clearly you’re not doing well. Lament. Look to the sky. Why do those people deserve to fly? Why won’t they die? Look at the ground and nearer at your bones. We’re all alone! Alone with the stones.
5.
In the soil together Growing seeds can’t hear a thing The earth whispers fellowship forever and for everyone. We’re blind to everything. Mud smothers anything. Oh I have pushed this farther than it should go And you know that I’ve been feeling obligated until now. But I had hope. A hope. An Obligated hope. I only remember half the words to the songs that I say I know. In the air apart The ground is murmuring The atmosphere whispers fellowship cannot start, at least not until the lease of next spring. Bad seed won’t see the air but plants see everything. I only remember half the words to the songs that I say I know. Flirting gestures all along Enabling us to get along The corners of our mouths have deceived and are wrong, were wrong, our wrong, we’re wrong Because hearts lie our smiles have laid down flat. They’ll wake up when God comes back. I only remember half the words to the songs that I say I know
6.
Rest 04:27
A batch of cubs bending the grass completing their sleeping task. Past, and future, present tense their smiling teeth reflect their motives to wear ugly masks. To catch all they can in their claws as they clasp. They’re cubs of wrath. Momma bear never gave them the warm bath. They don’t lick their paws and were not taught how to bathe. They cannot crawl on their own might and do not know how to behave. They are not mature—knowing only how to fret. They have not even opened their eyes yet. They all long to grow but not all do so Go to the stream where the sleep padded meadows don’t lean towards me. The clippings point away and the pine needles point directly up. For the first time I realize it is not about me. I was a hibernating, grizzly pup. But now I am hydrated and the Lord has filled my cup. I don’t care if I have a bed. Let’s all glorify this fountain instead. To feel small in this world and sing. (brings joy, brings peace, from a God of hope) A heavenly apathy relieves from everything. All thought is cast away.
7.
Pouring 03:33
Writing should be a pouring out like rain drops fall from the sky. So why is writing so hard? Why do I try? Testifying your love (again and again) screaming it aloud. Only inerrant truth is dense enough to fall from clouds. Lies are light and loosely held, at least for me, I hope for you. But appear to hang low in the sky, being seen and seemingly true. You must look up to see the clouds, which give us the rain, But we are used to searching blinding in mists, yielding only pain. We don’t look up, we can’t anyways. The fog doesn’t allow the sane. Like glaring through a window-pane as condensation has hidden the plain. You scrutinize too much the world in which you flirt. The truth that falls from the sky is on deaf ears and strikes the dirt. You’re like the church Christ saved—a whore, Constantly lifting your skirt at every opportunity (any sin you see). How much is enough? When will you come back to me? Have you had you’re fill? I’m trying to kill the thing that is making you miserable.
8.
Controller 03:06
Staring at a boulder then climbing up its stairs. Tapping on its surface finding no soft point of access. Begging it to breath and falling onto knees. Landing on palms and sitting up as if calm. Dropped open jaw. Let loose a crying caw. A sober-mind has lost its care, phalanges writhing in my hair. Oh I have lost control and no one should ever know. The rock I long to move is locked in a permanent halt. The only thing time seems to prove is how something with potential will never move. We are as dependent as it gets. Lose everything, lose everything. Life is not fair. Clutching to world and God is something you cannot share. Ideas of both are vanity fare. This is what you should be telling your brother Two separate lives don’t benefit one another. Be prepared to suffer and love each other. What good is salt when it’s been left on the road? The answer is nothing. Its all been foretold. Lose everything, lose everything. Life is not fair. Clutching to world and God is something you cannot share. Ideas of both are (vanity fare.) Life is not fair, life is not fair, enough. Neither is the gospel. Grace is a gift. Take it.
9.
Treading 03:50
There is no need for us to miss the ground in water while we tread. As long as our legs extend, we will float and avoid becoming dead. No need to fear the water that we’re wading in. No kind of depth can take us as long as we can swim I think I’m leagues under the sea, But I’m on the surface breathing quite normally. Just you and me. Temptation and desire is all that has thrown my heart below my kicking paddle knees. The doubt I have is in my head— A spiraling staircase that leads to a bed of no rest; At best, just a place to fornicate with my own distress. And as I lay down with my own crown, My unpleasant chest, house of wheezing lungs is proof that my heart pumps blood without hope of a home. But I have one, despite my disbelief. (I’m) Questioning (my) convictions— I’m reluctant to even think! Put God in these oceans, A container with fitting limits. (Then I’ll believe…then I’ll believe.) Oh no, oh no! Where has my mind gone? Oh no, oh no! My beliefs are thoughts that logic has frowned on. Oh no, oh no! The lifeguards I built are drowning. Yes! God You’re astounding. Fix me. Child, you cannot swim until you’re still. My child, either rest or be ill.
10.
Your signature is on the wrinkles of my hand. Tender grooves canalled by your blood assures me I am yours. You gently stretch my fingers as far as you created And you place in my palm the ocean shores. You don’t give me what I want but you give more than what I need. You plead, “Don’t hide from me Hide in me.” My name is carved into your hands Blood swims through the cracks, dripping out the abyss Adam collapsed. I am like my father feeling naked and ashamed. My sin should draw me closer, but I’m running far away You don’t give me what I want but you give more than what I need. You plead, “Don’t hide from me Hide in me.” Disappointed with (my) joy intact (or) [the joy of Christ intact] You’re always with me and I can live with that. With you. You don’t give me what I want but you give more than what I need. You plead, “Don’t hide from me Hide in me.” Before the throne of God above, I have a strong, a perfect plea, A great High Priest whose name is "Love," Who ever lives and pleads for me. My name is graven on His hands, My name is written on His heart; I know that while in heav'n He stands no tongue can bid me thence depart. No tongue can bid me thence depart.

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released October 11, 2011

Kyle Richards - Vocals
Ryan Gude - Drums
Tomas Robles - Guitar
Zander Sando - Guitar
AJ Elgersma - Bass

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Leading Last Sioux Falls, South Dakota

Leading Last is a 5-piece experimental rock band that spawned out of Northwestern Iowa. Stomach spewing lyrics derived from imaginative concept writing, driving guitars, solo bass, and catchy percussion drive their fans. Recently joining the Roster of Creative Representation (CAA-USA.net), this group strives to stay color outside the lines. ... more

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