Sea of Glass

by Warbler

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A folk rock album, or: A politico-personal commentary in three parts, following the classic narrative arc - environmental exposition, internal transformation, synthetic resolution; consisting in four moods - ignorance, despair, surrender and assurance; all set to music fitted to our time.

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released October 14, 2015

Musicians:
Paul Antony-Levine (cello)
William Bates-Minou (drums)
Evan Bogunia (bass, synth)
Justin Craig-Kuhn (rhodes)
Phillip Hodges (guitar, vocals)
Fred Jennings (drums, vocals, percussion)
Ethan Lee (guitar, slide, upright bass)
Michelle Lee (flute, vocals)
Jeremy Shanok (drums)
Cory Starbird Singer (vocals)
Justus Stout (trumpet)
Bill Sullivan (upright bass)
Sean Sullivan (guitar, slide, churango, vocals, keys, percussion)
Daniel Wright (trombone, synth)

Engineers:
Eliot Curtis at Tones On Tail Studio
Greg Francis at Studio SQ
Peter Hustedt SkyHaus Studios
Michael Minkoff at the Nehemiah Foundation
Sean Sullivan at his apartment in Oakland, Ethan’s house in Emeryville, Secret Studios Rm120 in S.F., Rehearse America Rm4 in Oakland

Mixed by Monty Vallier at Ruminator Audio San Francisco
Mastered by Mike Wells

Album design by David Bergman

Produced by Sean Sullivan

Special thanks to:
Cynthia Cotterell
Rusty Hein
Mark & Stephanie Hofman
David Hopkins
Kip Sweeney
Paul Antonio-Levinksy
Barbara J. Lewis
Uncle Mark
Ian McAllister
Michael and Vanessa Minkoff
Mike and Debbie Minkoff
Frog and Moose
Heather Phillips
Todd and Melinda Postma
Lee Salmonson
Christa Slyman
Lyle Somerton
Justus and Anna Kat Stout
Bill Sullivan
Harimah Villareal
Martina Young
The Nehemiah Foundation for Cultural Renewal

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Warbler Oakland, California

When you hear the name Warbler, think of a folk-programmed bionic song-bird perched with joyful simplicity on the fresh rubble of a musical Apocalypse. Warbler’s self-titled album, the second effort of singer/songwriter Sean Sullivan, is an enjoyably off-putting cocktail of pure organic spirit set on electric fire. ... more

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Track Name: Be the Beast
Every body is against me
laughing behind my back,
I pretend I don’t hear
Opportunists at my door step
Racists all around me
There’s terror in my heart
I would kill for peace
I’m not even close to happy
But not for lack of constant trying
The formula they sell me
Corporatists they pucker lips
‘Round Machiavelli’s bull horn
and Screaming in my hungry ears
You can kill for peace
you should kill for peace
This is no defeatist moment
I have hope, that death will fix it
He could level the cane fields
Malthus sings a lullaby
To ease us into democide
and rid the word of parasites
I will kill for peace
You will kill for peace
We will kill for peace
Something‘s in the air this morning
Questionable decision making
Who fights fire with fire?
Who pays taxes, votes for hacks and
Canonizes whackos
the Devil in your group think
But We will fund the
We will feed the
We will be the beast
Track Name: Iron Scarecrow
There’s wire running through our veins
Our eyes replaced with cameras
We watch the world with pixels
Arranged in fantasy

And oh what a picture what a colorful picture
We are the hungry, we swallow it whole
Slaves to the lender, for his paper tender

The hopeless global zeitgeist
brings sweet foretaste of doom
Sarcastic leaders holding hands
We laud their whitewashed tombs

Is there no deliverance
From the gods of convenience
Bring in the prince of the power of the air
He tickles our eardrums, he promises honey

Imposter father fixes strings
Hog ties our hands and feet
His brothers lick their fingers
Take pay for tinkering

Who will chop the fingers from the hand of the butcher
We are not builders, we are destroyers
And we want a failure, a father to shame
Track Name: The Politician
It is for the children
It is for your safety

Just take these
and watch Tv
It is for your psyche
It is for the children

It is for democracy
We must legislate equality
It is for freedom
Freedom from religion

It is for your safety
We must save you from the terrorists
The terrorist deep inside you
The terrorist in your heart

We will burry you
In your back yard
Track Name: Koolaid
The plastic man told us in his swollen harmonics
The approval of war in foreign land is patriotic
Oh, how we(’re) proud (pray) ourselves
An empty man speaks and everybody listens
Says we can spend our way out of this clinical depression
Oh and 18 trillion
So let’s just keep on bending
I’m sleepy in my nightgown I’m comfy in my bunker
My welfare’s never up and I’m cranky when you wake me with numbers

There is no peace in Washington, there is death

The people are crazy, they clamor for action
Government is satisfied with it’s own expansion
O how we cry for ourselves
When there’s business in bailing us out
The people are crazy, the people are weary
The ship is going down the crew is in a slumber
despite the thunder

for a cleansing
There is no peace
Track Name: Zombocalypse
Listen. The hallway is creaking. I hear them barely breathing,
Waiting for the rest of the dead to arrive.
I know there’s no way out, but I can’t just sit here and let them eat me
I’ll run away and build an army to keep them all at bay,
as they pour through that wide golden gate.
A zombie apocalypse is upon us. Pucker up for your trumpets.
You knew where this was headed all along
when you sided with that fat wicked throng.
And I can hardly see the purpose of these overwhelming odds.
There’s too many.
And I can barely hear the Angels’ trumpets calling on me My doubt rings like a 
Broken cymbals may. With an everlasting sustain. Oh oh oh.
Through all the drunken haze that still small voice refrains, make your home in Jesus, make your home in Jesus, Burn Babylon, destroy the strip mall church,
For Heaven on the earth. 
And I won’t hesitate when the mighty trumpets have opened my ears. There’s no more waiting. Ooh ooh ooh.
Track Name: Testimony
Skipping stones they kiss the water
A mirror rippled bends the light
The outward rolling golden circles
Set aglow my grateful eye
Dragonflies hum
A robin gives his testimony

But you count it all as an elaborate chance
And you dance your broken down tribal dance
Conjure up a media to fix up your trance
It’s time to wake up, the sun is in the sky
Bleaching weary bones
Track Name: Comfort in a Lie
As we grow older into antiquity
With ageless silvers and wisdoms regality
as time becomes a mere observation
we’ll nestle together on a pillow of clouds

But how can I trust you
selling secrets behind my back
Selling secrets to the enemy
For comfort in a lie

When you fear the treasures are not real
I’ll retell the visions of Ezekiel
And we’ll curl up together under our Comforter’s
Heavenly blanket, blanket of stars
Track Name: Vacuum Aspirations
Have you seen post-modern Ba’al
His tongue is a conveyor belt
In his throat an open flame
His belly tight as cellophane

On the disassembly line
A harvest of the sordid kind
To render out your progeny
to render out your garbage

It’s ok, they’re only blood stains
It’s ok, we choose our own mistakes

Open up for sexual freedom
The belly of the beast is waiting
for tender caged offspring
The inmate of your body

A lawless bed, a callous reason
The devil waits in a neo-eden
Free from curse of children
On the blood of children

It’s ok, they’re only blood stains
It’s ok, we choose our own mistakes

Propagate the perfect future
A weeding out of all the failures
Potential threats to progress
Burn the bastards, breed the flawless

A barbaric paradise awaits
survival of the neo-race
survival of the fittest
survival of the neo-racist
Track Name: Golden Gate
I know who I’m dealing with
If the fruit is bad the tree is sick
Fire is gonna burn up all my branches

I’m so filthy, I can’t shower
If I scrub my skin, I’ll lose the power
exposing all the weakness in my heart

Well even demons believe and shudder
And all my requests have gone unanswered
I won’t be always falling on def ears

If I cannot live in my own glory
My death can live on in a tragic story
Cause I am the king of my life in the grave

Oh, the weight that led me to the bridge that day
Oh, I clung to the burden I dropped in the bay

Though it seems so much harder on earth
Living in Hell is so much worse
If this is where the mind goes crazy

Save me from myself oh Lord
The darkness in my bones is bored
And coming out with vengeance and a sword

Oh, I know it was nearly time to go home
Oh, I left you with so much work to be done
Oh, I choked when the word lumped in my throat
Oh, the lies that led me to the bridge in the autumn twilight
Track Name: Inhibitor Inhibitor
As you float in outer space
Your feet feel comfort locked in pace
And as the clocks go drip drip
There’s pleasure in the endlessness
From frozen gems on sawtooth peaks
Rivulets fill swollen creeks
Where Grizzly bears and honey bees
Dance in complex harmony

And we don’t have a clue
The monster in the belly tells the beast what to do

They call you the silent type
With lofty treasures on your mind
Lead us to your hiding place
blind our eyes and burn our faces

You cannot quiet your mind
This broken inhibitor, this limiter of the sublime
You removed your governor and you’re stupefied

Thank the lord, for you are blessed
With brain that filters consciousness
Buoys a bobbing mind that swims
Through ocean currents’ turbulence
When you peak through keyhole eyes
You’re overwhelmed and crystalized
The salty light will shatter you
Dilate and be vaporized

I went to far this time
I broke my inhibitor this limiter of the sublime
I removed my governor now I’m stupefied
Track Name: The Idiot
Remember when you drove
From deep within the south
To the california coast
All the way back home
A schizophrenic mind
So eager to be kind
But foolish to believe
That there would be understanding
That there would be belief
Phoenix was on fire
The glowing of the sunset
Was promising the end
A blessing for the dead
The earth was scorched with passion
And drinking heat refractions
The Idiot’s coming home
Through boiling swamps and desert roads
With freedom from the grave
Healing for the lame
Disassembling fantasy
With the beauty of reality

They say “the earth is rich and beautiful
The heavens void unlivable
Come back rejoin our cult
It’s just a clearing of the throat”
Cause now you are the rebel
To the hippies and the devil
A megaphone downtown
A prophet and a clown
Incurring wrath of rulers
Revealing unjust measures
And they can hear you shout
Words they’ll never care about
The pack knows only doubting
These wolves in sheep clothing
Are teaching in the valley
Where the children run headlong to the grave
Track Name: Why Do I Do?
I curse my situation
I wear it on my face
Like a bitter teen
My father’s disgrace
I aim to ride the wind
A harlequin’s friend
We hold hands at the cliff’s edge in His backyard
Your lips taste like venom when we kiss in His garden
I push it far from my mind
Why do I do what I hate it’s not you
The devil can be no scapegoat

Why do I see that the problem is me
If I don’t have the power to change
Why do I do what I hate it’s not you
The devil can be no man’s scapegoat

I’ve got hope in God who knows just who I am
The painter of painters, The Author of color
In His mind is my mind
The first topographer, the compass, the water
The wine that gives life
The lamb and the shepherd, from my mess I’m delivered
Into the light, into the light

Why do I do what I hate? I can choose
The devil can be no man’s scapegoat
You make me see the problem is me
now give me the power to change
Track Name: Tidal Effect
You caught me up in your gravity
Now I am your satellite
Cleansed by your light and richest fire
Every year I’m pulled in a little tighter
And though I’m under
All this tidal pressure
To learn the freedom of this tether
This is only the orbit of the earth
I know you will keep me in your church