The Complete Elegist

by The Contrast Medium

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For Kristopher Michael Flannery
1983 - 2017

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released November 1, 2006

Written and recorded by: Todd Frankenfield, Kristopher Flannery, Grayhmn Jennings, and Andrew Paffrath

Todd Frankenfield: Guitars, composition, story
Kristopher Flannery: Bass, vocals, vocoals
Grayhmn Jennings: Guitar, vocals
Andrew Paffrath: Guitar, vocals, vocoals, production, sequencing, composition, story

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Track Name: The Contrast Medium - Stone & The Shadow
Sooner murder the infant in its cradle
(bring forth the end)
than shelter dormant desire
(bring forth the end)
Bring forth the elegist (x4)
(bring forth the end) (x3)
Track Name: The Contrast Medium - Superstition Mountain I: A Lost Vision Revealed
And when I saw him
I fell at His and was dead
And so He laid His requiem upon me
Saying unto thee
Fear not
I am the First and the last.
I am He that liveth
and was dead
And behold
I am alive
Forever more
I have the keys of life
and of death

Write the thing which thou hath seen
and the things which are
and the things which shall be, hereafter
Track Name: The Contrast Medium - A Cut From A Cross-Section of Guilt
You can't see until you open your eyes

From bloodshot white to a curfew curtain
Never be too certain of what's on return
Reflection on affection
Forget me just tonight
Discard your just correction
Forget gifts of foresight
This is the path on from which we learn
The path on which turn
My life inside
My life kept in doubt

Chaos definition
Loss in lost love
Pray on ammunition
Spent shells for her love
Spades of attrition
Fade out from my love
Lost from our home
Bring Him back
Turn over the stone
Bring Him back
Take me back home
I can't bring Him back

I've got blood-soaked hands
and all I can do stare
My broken face
My broken fate
No matter how hard
I tear and scrape
This knife can't cut deeper than my guilt
I'm just a cross-section of myself
and I've got blood-soaked hands

From bloodshot white to a curfew curtain
Never be too certain of what's on return
Reflection of affection
Forget me just tonight
Discard your just correction
Forget gifts of foresight
This is the path from which we learn
The path on which turn
My life inside
My life kept in doubt

Chaos definition
Loss in lost love
Pray on ammunition
Spent shells for her love
Spades of attrition
Fade out from my love
Sketch blades on my mind
abandon her love
forget the word love
his cut on my line
turn back the stone
please bring him back

I'm sorry I couldn't stay my hand
but when i open my eyes I can't stand what I see
I can't dispatch this guilt
I can't discard this end
I'm sorry this story plays in no one's favor
I'm sorry I had to forget who I am
I'm sorry when you remember me all you'll see is him
I'm sorry I can't change this story
I'm sorry I cant dry your eyes
I'm sorry this is the end (x2)
Track Name: The Contrast Medium - Superstition Mountain II: The Living Death of Acastus Willed
It's now the seventh whole day
and still I've seen no sleep
No feelings to be robbed
No heart to be shattered

We draw our dreams
here in this sand
and the tide is coming in

Take this heart and pound it with your fist
Keep it beating

Now I've seen no sleep

A hundred thousand tiny bulbs
a flicker cast on analog hole
Gasping into digital
Glacier cold
the heart leaves no stone unturned

Hush don't say a word

Spirit crest on Heaven's gates
Some second handed light bereaved

His dying breath can take no more
This subject has expired
Acastus has expired

Here on the eighth day
and still I've found no sleep

Crying out for murder
Crying for release
Cry once more for sleep tonight
Crying for release

The subject has expired
Acastus has expired
Track Name: The Contrast Medium - Manuscripts to Time & Death
One stroke fell on knuckle tight
Sickened crack on cell divide
Finger stiff on Iphus Cold
Count lost on blackness strife
Strum one chord until the end
Find a level cut to blight
Send us thanks wrapped in all white
Stain the paper far beyond

Is this end?
Or am I dreaming once again?
Seen this too many times to count

Is this the end? (x2)

Same stroke fell on knuckle tight
Stain the paper far beyond
Fight the dead against the odds
and drown each breath before the rest
Iphus glared and turned the stone
He breaks the field into unknown
The Shadow blinked for one dead friend
The Shadow blinked for one dead friend

Is this the end?
Or am I dreaming once again?
Paralyzed with fear

I'll turn to murder
rather than doubt

Is this the end?

(Inaudible)

I'll be the judge and jury
You, the executioner
Because in the end I know
I'll still be guilty

Fates been thrown in my lap
Knife as my paintbrush
I'll turn this canvas red

This is the end. (x4)
Track Name: The Contrast Medium - Gather. Grow. Expel.
Pretend just one second
that these things really made any sense at all

That the walls
that this Fall would bring more than
just colors

Pretend just one moment
that you're not as guilty as you'd have us all think

Your one last call
above them all
would bring more than another

So remember your fathers
the hate of your brothers
the pains of your mother
displacing all others

Remember the spring
and the sounds of the summer
the casket of winter
the pulse of the drummer

Recall all the chapters
the hook and the climax
the turn and the problem
presented by actors

Portraying your mother
your soulless young brother
your hapless dead father
and all of the others

For this season of accumulations
for these movements of the mind
will you gather, will you grow?
Just to expel.

Pretend just one second
that these things really made us
friends at all

That the hall
Where we fall would bring more than
just allure

Pretend just one moment
that we're not a sickly as we'd
have you all think

Your one last thought
above them all
would bring more than your lover

Self invention to outline the cause
the human derivative the waking dead
jumble the order and mark out the passion
the catalyst from your lovers bed
A family was numbered
and shaking the earth
the creature of creation sells the record
the blurring color set
by the rumbling passage of time related to song
with substance we heard
and goddamn these heavy eyelids
and strike the record of the need to sleep away
the months of absence
and carve from me all chiseled and complete
the apparent presence of unforgiving talents

So kiss your mothers
and bless your fathers
their souls are no more destitute
we'll live through your brothers
and observe the others

these words are stark and absolute
Track Name: The Contrast Medium - If I'm Gonna Catch Cold, I'm Gonna Catch It From You
The crescent shape mirrored by ink on a folded page
forms a gesture I represent to you in strategic ways

A clever hint at thoughts we exchange in air
it lifts me like the scent of your hair

A drive on streets draped in our chemistry
creates a break in the persistent misery

A deep breath pulled from Autumn skies
reminds me of these moonlit rides

A thanks won't ever be enough
to formulate the sum of love
To bring to paper the pen that writes our story
When this song plays
may you never weep
and as I sit here for days and days
and tear this book page from page
but nothing reads those words quite like his kiss to your head and frame

Drifting eyelids mark an arm follow down your form
the slightest touch of skin adorned
the slightest glance across the room
sends a message up my spine

pressing a chest to your back
when two heartbeats match
we'll not say the words haunting my mind
the day we part ways will be the day I die

A thanks won't ever be enough
to formulate the sum of love
To bring to paper the pen that writes our story
When this song plays
may you never weep
and as I sit here for days and days
and tear this book page from page
but nothing reads those words quite like his kiss to your head and frame

For when the winds decide to change
and the tide will set the stage
for him take you under vows
the sun will set and the moon will rise
with a likeness of the sunset
in your eyes
Track Name: The Contrast Medium - My Love, We Are Small
The blinds cast shadows on his shirt
In a city blade of grass

Taller than skies assembled
en masse

Distance staged in steps
too far yet to crest

Fingers reaching upward
In this swirling cast overhead
Chaos encompassed

Skies sever the fingers
green and simple

Cut the high-lines with
drown in missiles

Float in neutral stasis
(don't eat us)
Float in the holes
Chartered by instruments

Solenopsis Invicta
Carry Me Away
Carry Us Away

The youngest astray
Below the floorboards
Raise up those children
Above the trees and the buildings

(They're teenage girls, how much could they eat?)