Grappling

by The Tea Club

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Fueled by the critical success of Quickly Quickly Quickly (2012), the band returned to the studio with a new burst of creative momentum. The result: Grappling, the fourth studio album by The Tea Club. Set to release in 2015, the album features complex, angular instrumentation, anxious and powerful lyrics, virtuosic performances, and endearing melodies. Conceptually, the album summons a series of characters grappling with various personal struggles, told through vivid stories shrouded in utter fantasy.

From the autumnal atmospheres of “The Magnet” and “The Fox in a Hole”, the brooding and frantic emotions of “Dr. Abraham” and the melancholic visions of “The White Book”, the album features the most thoughtful, vivid, and challenging music the band has produced yet. Grappling is modern rock refashioned in antiquity.

"Grappling establishes itself as one of the best progressive rock records this side of 1975. Their themes are a bit darker sounding than their melodies and delivery would have one believe and the mix on this release is so #$@#$% beautiful it could make one weep." Kevin Zecchel, The Monolith

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released November 17, 2015

Patrick McGowan / Vocals, Guitar, Keyboards
Dan McGowan / Vocals, Guitar, Keyboards
Jamie Wolff / Bass, Violin, Cello
Reinhardt McGeddon / Keyboards
Tony Davis / Drums

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Track Name: The Magnet
From my bed of leaves
I am a wretched pilgrim
baring the mark no one can see
Waiting for sleep,
I see chapters from my youth
The Old Lampmaker said only the half moon reveals
Where the Liquid Light brings me back

A tangled web of roots and water
Were her words that ran cold and deep
And yet I can't shake the flame
Of her lamp oil eyes
A long centipede is making its way up my arm
As the smell of leaves brings me back

What a coincidence
I've seen one every day since I left
But The Magnet inside beckons me to come home

From my bed of leaves
I am a blessed pilgrim baring the mark
No one can see

Something miraculous
I've seen one every day since I left
But The Magnet inside beckons me to come home
Track Name: Remember Where You Were
"Remember where you were
When you heard this"
On the outskirts of The Five Ruling Tongues
He said to me
In that wild, wooly way
Half concealed,
But I knew he was afraid
We were both afraid
Come with me and hide away

We watched the sun go down
It fell like any other
But like the visions of our fathers
War has come
We ride tomorrow
And may the grasses grow the greenest
Where our blood has been spilt

The pines and firs drew near
And warmed the air between us
When through the needles
came a seismic battle cry
We ride tomorrow
And may the grasses grow the greenest
Where our blood has been spilt

"Remember where you were
When you heard this"
On the outskirts of The Five Ruling Tongues
He said to me
In that wild, wooly way
That had called me astray

And we stood side by side
As we looked down
On the host of our mortal enemies
Gathered now to join us against The Ruling Tongues
Krillisander leads the way

His sanguine smile
Has turned fierce and wild
And the horn is blaring undefiled
As we stand against The Five Ruling Tongues
Cliffs and canyons
Reverberate with mettle unbreakable
And The Barlmen's song sang
"Remember where you were"

But in the grass hides the serpent
What has happened
To our fierce and wild brothers?
Where have you gone
Oh Maker of the Bridge?
The Bridge Torn Asunder
And our sons and daughters
Were swept away

We watched the sun arrive
It rose like any other
But like the visions of our fathers
War has come

I leave you now
To meet my fierce and wild brothers
Where our blood has been spilt
Track Name: Dr. Abraham
Please, please
I wanna be away from here
Away from the bleached walls
I don't know how, I don't know why
I've been such a fool
Please
I wanna be away from here
Away from the Old Guard
I don't know, I don't know why
I have the same dream every night
The same dream of recombination

Say, say
I wanna say goodbye to him
The Maestro Arachnid
The parasites, the parasites
Crawling up my leg
Say, say
I wanna say goodbye to them
The bastards and wenches
I see the same, I see the same
Faces everyday

PATIENT EXHIBITS SIGNS OF DEMONOPATHY
PATIENT REQUIRES SEVERE AHABITATION
COUNT DOWN FROM 10
AND REST YOUR WEARY HEAD
YOU LEAVE ME NO CHOICE
BUT TO SAY: "PROCEED"

Names, names
They have another name for him
"Dr. Abraham"
He weeds us out until he finds
The apple of his eye
He has another name for it
"Lamination"
The river's gone, the river's gone
But there remains a sea
I wanna be away from here

To remove, reforge
To rebuild and restore
From the vessels of life
To the mortal pangs

With the sweep of a scythe
I've redressed you of life
That peculiar reflex toward infirmity

My palatial operating table
A perfected device I have crafted you

Lamination brought ahabitation
Never walk again with the mortal pangs

Please, please
I wanna be away from here
Away from the bleached walls
I don't know how, I don't know why
I've been such a fool

Who can accuse you of devilry?
Who can call your works profanity?
From our own hands came Dr. Abraham
Step to the deep furnaces

ALL RISE FOR THE NEW APOCALYPSE

LAMINATION
Track Name: The Fox in a Hole
All my leaves
Are turning red oversoon
Storm clouds will come
That will make the sun
Look like the moon

Groon Bear, Sun Beast
Dark Lion bellowing
Storm clouds will come
That will make the sun
Look like the moon

Unclean spirits like frogs
Trapped in cornucopia
Oh me,
And my lily pad
And some form of old nostalgia

All my trials
Nourishment from bitter fruit
Better to wander
Than ask advice
From a fox in a hole

Shedding my skin
Rags of silk, rusty youth
Better to wander
Than ask advice
From a fox in a hole

Unclean spirits like frogs
Trapped in cornucopia
Oh me,
And some form of old memoria

Spirit, spirit
Show me my inheritance
Storm clouds will come
That will make the sun
Look like the moon

Be still my soul
Lovely gold to refine
Storm clouds will come
That will make the sun
Look like the moon

Renewed spirits like leaves
Raptured on a blustery day
Oh me,
And some form of strange euphoria
Track Name: Wasp in a Wig
If you'll only just stay
I'll sing us a song
That only we will understand
But it was a song of death and fear
That kept me from your white hot wrath
I saw a figure
And knew him to be my enemy
Where have you gone
Oh Heavenly Father
As we decay and rot into the ground

Call me your slave in hidden messages
I'll watch your eyes glisten gold, glisten gold
Forgive me, I am fallen away
Shipwrecked, and dragged you to ruin

But good works will go unnoticed
And darkness will find...

If you'll only just stay
I'll read you a story
That only I will understand
I felt so guilty I wanted to scream
You saw my reflection
And knew it to be your enemy
And with a whimper I lost all light
From all my life

It's been a mistake
And sometimes it seems
Its all been taken and mistated

But good works will go unnoticed
And darkness will find its way
Into all things
Track Name: The White Book
No signs of life to be found
Where the King wears an orange crown
Your lungs will freeze without a sound
If you cannot read The White

The King is alone by the sea
Where The White Wind blows bitterly
And I would have missed his majesty
If I did not learn The White
If I could not read The White Book

I am old now looking dimly through a glass
On a primeval book covered with grass
Where all suffering creatures will come
And their names are not forgotten
I join in with the cries of eternal loss
And write in my name
Where the Four Winds cross

Before me lies the path of most resistance
All around me they're calling for the sun
A shivering grin is plastered to my face
By the gale force winds
On the path of most resistance
As it takes me to the brink of life
Withstanding Winter wings of endless nightfall
Only to taste a glimpse of the light
Through the cracks in the wall
That obscures us from the morning sun...

Laughter was the sound that we made then
And the waters ran green
With the roots and mossy earth
We lit a fire over the hearth
Under our roof we heard a choir

Laughter was the sound that we made then
And the waters ran green
With the roots and mossy earth
We lit a fire over the hearth
Under our roof we heard a choir

Oh to see again the choir free
And to hear again the waters sing

On pale pastures and starving streams
No signs of The King have been seen
But tonight I will be waiting alone by the sea
To read a new page in The White

Deep in the hive bites the blue sting
To the sounds of the wings awakening
And I would have missed this Siberian Spring
If I had not learned
The White....