Wayfarer's Way

by HeavyEarth

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Forged in Heavy Earth's private studio, this groundbreaking EP blends progressive rock, psychedelic rock, folk and sprinklings of jazz with pop sensibilities. You've never heard anything quite like this before. Plug in your headphones and let us blow your mind...

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released 14 February 2014

Dylan Behan: Bass, Vocals
Izael Jupiter: Drums, Recorder, Vocals
Kevin Comeau: Guitars, Keyboards, Harmonica, Vocals

Produced by Heavy Earth
Mixed and Mastered by Kevin Comeau
Artwork by Neil Gibson

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HeavyEarth Courtice, Ontario

HeavyEarth is a progressive rock power trio. Officially formed 15/02/2011, it is comprised of guitarist/keyboardist Kevin Comeau and founding members Dylan Behan (bass/vocals), Cody Bowles (drums, tablas, vocals). Together, they are a musical force to be reckoned with. ... more

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Track Name: Azazel
Reproduce with a reproduction
Then you'll notice that we're never the same
Even though you still call my name
My name is Azazel
And the people all know me well
I come from the land below
And some people call it hell!

In the dawn of a bloody Sabbath
Comes the hand of the Golden Dawn
Now I'll sit, down by the crossroads
John-Paul please come this way
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Don't go down with the white ones by the stream
*
YEAH!

I'm the lover of the crusades
My master begs for more
Lean into your open book, love
He loves your holy wars!

My master, my master, my master
My master! My ,master! My master! My master!
MY MASTER
MY MASTER
MASTER
MY MASTER!
Track Name: Weary Traveller
So it looks like your parents are splitting up again
And your best friend took your last chocolate milk and your girlfriend
And eventually your parents grow under your skin
Like the parasite that you once were to them

But it's alright, weary traveller
It's alright by me
It's alright weary traveller
Hit the open road and be free
Weary Traveller...

So it looks like you faked it trying to rub one out
Man quits his job and hits the road... is this what life's about?
But eventually you begin to grow tired
Of your diet of nothing but booze, pot and stouts

But it's alright, weary traveller
It's alright by me
It's alright weary traveller
Hit the open road and be free
Weary Traveller...
Track Name: Where Do I Begin (Tonight's The Night)
Who am I, and who are these around me?
Cold wreaths, like its some kind of party
Streamers hung up high above the cobblestone
Dreams of cornerstone memories

Trapped inside the clock, and his speech is up!
Tonight's the night to party, yea

Too many faces and not enough time to think
Have my actions gone by to quick?
I'm breathing air, but I'm six feet in
Well I'm so glad you came, but uh...
Where do I begin?

Shoulder pressed up edge to edge
But the cradle was muddy!
And I'm startin' to think about those years
Again, again its calling me!
The mud's up to my chin!
And I feel like a child
But I'm six feet in!

So many places that I'd like to see
So many things that I'd like to try
I'd like to sing a song of love in another time
Where yours is mine
Where do I begin?

Too many faces, and not enough time to think
Should my actions slip by too quick?
The music fades, and light's getting dim
I'm so glad you came, but
Where do I begin?
Track Name: Bottomless Bog
Bedding by the bog
Clicking by the clock
I just want to meet the bottom, yeah!

Just when I touched the rocks
I swim back up to the docks
I was not near the bottom, no!

Bottomless Bog, the Bottomless Bog
The muffled clicking of a sinking clock

What brought me to this bog?
Was it the twisting fog?
Or was it my attraction to the bottom?
It may be hard to bear
To breathe in this air
But not when I’m flirting with the bottom!
The Bottom!
I’m sitting and thinking about what’s down there!

At the Bottomless Bog, Bottomless Bog
The muffled clicking of a sinking clock
Bottomless Bog, the Bottomless Bog
Oh, can’t we be happy, it’s impossible now!
Impossible now, Impossible now
I may as well ascend to the black storm clouds
Yeah, I may as well ascend to the black storm clouds, baby

Well it may be hard to bear
But I find it hard to care
The bottomless bog
No place for hearts to share
Bottomless Bog, I just want to see what’s down there
Bottomless Bog, I just want to feel what’s down there!
Bottomless Bog! I just want to know what’s down there!!
Track Name: Movin' On
Gotta keep movin' on
Gotta keep keeping on
Gotta keep movin' on
Gotta keep keepin' on

Movin' and groovin'
Hustling and bustling...