Swamp Sickness

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Recorded late 2012.

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released February 4, 2017

Guitar, Vocals, Bass & Drum Programming - Stephen Hoffman
Written and Recorded by Stephen Hoffman at WVKC Studios, Knox College - Galesburg, Illinois

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Swamp Indianapolis, Indiana

Formed in early 2010, Swamp is a four member one-man-band consisting of the collective figments of the various musical imaginations of Stephen Hoffman, slowly and painstakingly integrated into a coherent musical form through excessive amplification, anal-retentive drum programming, and the lyrical genius gleaned from hours of extended screaming matches with mirrors. ... more

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Track Name: Swamp Sickness
Swamp sickness runs its course through these severed veins––
Spewing sick across the forest floor
Feeding weeds and growing trees amongst those other wicked things.
This crooked nail will be the last in your coffin.
The hammer drops and silence falls (euphoria).

Swamp sickness runs its course through these severed veins––
Blood will flow into this rocky soil.
Volcanic ash and rising peaks, and all the havok this will wreak.
This crooked nail will be the last in your coffin.
The hammer drops and silence falls (phantomgasmoria).

Mountains will rise out of pillars of salt,
And rivers will flow from the human gestalt.
Deserts will strew out of urns full of ash,
And marshes be dug from the graves of the past.

Native son––one by one.

Drag it to the ground
On a mountain of fuzz,
In a landslide of sludge,
As pilgrims we trudge
To the weedian land, beyond the sand
Of the hourglass ticking––
Grain
By
Grain.
Track Name: Grind Your Teeth to the Bone
Grind your teeth to the bone on the bit of aggression
When kings have crumbled at the feet of their own nations
Track Name: Maidenhead
Row
Row
Row

Draw them out with their pagan dread
Tie the noose around the maidenhead
And leave them dead

Row
Row
Row

Row
Row
Row

Crucified to the helm of a wicked ship
Bring us your daughters
Cast off your holy bonds
We are the chosen ones
Forgotten sons