In the cold and lonely spaces between hopes and fears
Where psilocybin dreams filled my younger years
There lies a darkened shrine that harbors unknown tombs
Drawing me forth despite my inner wounds
In every night
There is a dream that I can’t contain
Fears that I’ve held
Deep in my bones since my soul was conceived
There is no light
No sure escape from the tide
Here stands the man, watching
His fingers beckon me near
What kind of evil trick has brought me back to here?
A stone now is pushed aside that covers up my fear
Maybe I seek this place to redeem all my sins
Not just mine, but those bestowed upon my kin
In every night
There is a dream that I can’t contain
Fears that I’ve held
Deep in my bones since my soul was conceived
There is no light
No sure escape
I see him
He comes forth
From darkness
He takes form
I see him
He is I
I am cursed
And I am damned
Si le message n'était pas assez clair dans Hibernaculum, Earth en remet une couche dans The Bees Made Honey In The Lion's Skull : le lion qui pouvait neutraliser les dieux avec sa mâchoire est mort, réduit à l'état de squelette. Malgré tout, une nouvelle forme de vie est possible grâce à lui et c'est tout l'enjeu de cet album. L'americana prend une place plus importante et de nouveaux instruments se rajoutent, faisant de ce drone une expérience de liberté incomparable — surtout en randonnée. Jordan Vauvert
Weedian presents a 56-track chronicle of Mexico's stoner metal and heavy psych scenes, from ’90s forefathers to contemporary wrecking crews. Bandcamp New & Notable Sep 21, 2022