When the idea arose to make an acoustic EP, it was with the intention
of helping fund our next full length record. As time progressed, the
idea changed from a simple acoustic EP to a full band effort of
re-worked songs from our 2010 full length album Ailments coupled with
new songs in a style unlike anything we’ve written before. This
mindset gave us a chance to explore a style that we’re not accustomed
to, as well as revisit the themes of Ailments one last time. If you
don’t like Wolves & Machines as a folk band, that’s okay, because
we’re not one. This was fun for us, and we thank you for sticking with
us for the last four years. Enjoy Remedies.
Aaron, Scott, Matt, and Ben
released 26 August 2012
Wolves & Machines is:
All music and lyrics written and performed by Wolves & Machines
All music recorded, mixed and mastered by Josh Schroeder at Random Awesome! Studio in Bay City, Michigan
Album art by Scot Ferguson
Additional vocals on track 7 performed by Rebecca Ann Henry
Wait, I never thought you'd ask so much of me, to place all of my faith and sit patiently. Now I'm lost. And they provide you with grand opportunity, and all I provide is monotony, so serve that sentence well.
Track Name: Beacons
I've been keeping quiet for a long time. I made the bed each morning just on my side. I counted through the years, one, two, three. Wondered if it's ailing you like it's ailing me. And I've been lighting beacons from the doorway. Convinced myself it's for you, not for me. But I think it's time to bring someone new home, because if you ain't walking through that door, why be alone? Maybe you just don't know, but I don't think that I could love you more. I've been waiting, miss you so, and I don't think that I could love you more. All this time apart just feels unhealthy. The knots built in my stomach climb and choke me. My eyes been burning red, awake for days, just searching for a bottle in the waves. 'Cause I would sting my throat to drink that ocean and give you some firm ground to rest your feet on, but I just don't think you'd walk back to me. You felt the ailments, but I need a remedy. Maybe you just don't know, but I don't think that I could love you more. I've been waiting, miss you so, and I don't think that I could love you more. You've really gotta stop all this self pity. There's more constructive ways to waste your time. Instead you sit in your room just to find you repeat the Chelsea Hotel lines. I need you, I don't need you, but I need you. Maybe you'll never know, but I don't think I love you anymore. I've been waiting, missed you so, but I don't think I love you anymore. Maybe you'll never know, but I don't think I love you anymore. The ocean breathes, I see your ghost, and I don't even love you anymore. It's been awfully cold these last few summers. I saw my breath much more than I saw you. I wrote you songs to send across your rolling waves, but all was lost when the salty air brought me back around.
Track Name: Discords
We had ideals, but we divorced them with the dream. We unstitched every seam to claim our independency. We tore our foundation down and let the water fill the room. You look at me with such disdain. The tone you speak keeps me awake. We lose our grace with words when defining the divorce. Bought our home, thought we burned it down ourselves. It was burning from the start, enough to tear the seams apart. And I got caught, I needed you to carry me suddenly. Before you left, you left a look with me. I'm literate to your subtleties, I am. We lose our grace with words when defining the divorce. Maybe the friends we made are better. Maybe we're foolish just to wait. Maybe the places we sleep are better. Maybe the distance can medicate. We've lost our grace with words, we're erasing and divorced.
Track Name: Fevers
Woke to the voice again. Crawling up through the floor, bouncing off of the ceiling. It tells me I'm coming home in a tone to console the regret that I'm feeling. Is it a ghost I see? Because the life it resembles bears uncanny to pieces of me. Are these my skeletons? I swear I buried you deep, I swear you're buried. We could have waited before we waded. Draped in dripping fever coats. Now we're in currents. We're stuck in orbit feeling the pulling undertow. I know I've been cursed by these ailments since birth, but until now I've had all my lines well rehearsed. I could plead my own case against my need for a remedy. If I can't confide in you, there's no truth to be had. You helped me sleep at night, now I'm awake. And it breaks my heart to see you jumping ship for another. We've lost our grace with words. We stayed afloat, constantly ailing. We lived in haste that we prescribed. And on the incline you kept me waiting. As if in passing, you let me slide. These are the waves that I wed. It's the ambition I fed, and I'm waking to a symphony of my fevers and restlessness. Uncovered as savages, we fight for the last of the medicine. The weak ones, they watch the sky divorce the sun and pray they wake up to a brighter one. Woke to the voice again. Crawling up through the floor, bouncing off of the ceiling. It tells me I'm coming home in a tone to console the regret that I'm feeling. Is it a ghost I see? Because the life it resembles bears uncanny to pieces of me. Are these my skeletons? I swear I buried you deep, I swear you're buried.
Track Name: Coastlines
All of your years exist on a plane. Steady and sloped, and waiting to drain. You will grow old and creased in your face. Blue haired and gold, a delicate state. Stuck in a climate or stuck in a cool breeze. Stuck in the scent of a greenhouse or dead leaves. The road pulled us back, yeah, I guess that I always planned to see it through. Do you hang your head when you think about home? Does it warm up your sheets when you're feeling alone? You were a bird, but I clipped your wings. I was a cage, and you wouldn't sing. . Stuck in the scent of a greenhouse or dead leaves. The road pulled us back, yeah, I guess that I always planned to see it through. If I was a coast set in the west, would you meet there and help clear out my head?
Track Name: Ailments
Sans all the aches, sans all the allergies, I think I've found what's ailing me. Sans my routine insomnia, I think I've found what's shaking me. And if everyone I loved would stop leaving me, I wouldn't feel the greed in begging them to stay. It's like every move they make is just reminding me that there are many, many better men than me. And though the infection has spread, it's not disease that I regret. It's the ring. I feel it wasting away. I'm the sea's captive captain, and the Stockholm's won't set in. Get me home. All I see is an empty place, all I see is an empty frame. And in the depths of where I am with the cold and lack of oxygen, these memories still kill me in a way drowning never could. Asleep I feel my skin begin the process of unravelling. I pray it's just the ailments, I pray I can shake myself awake. Held out for a friend, not the phantom I found telling lies and keeping secrets from me. The season got bitter before it got better. It's the distance, and it keeps ailing me. It was the youth that we found. We were bound to it, it changed the words I sing. Restless, hung up on vows, and missing living civil and sane. The youth that we found, we clung to it, it changed the way I speak. This love is leaving or left, and your joy still ails me to death.
Track Name: Remedies
I pictured you back on the shore, ankle anchored in. I dreamt I was drowning, but dreamt when I woke you'd be welcoming. I thought we could weather the seasons, but look what they did to you. I can't find a remedy for all of these things that I put you through. But you'll leave, you'll leave. I spent all my days staring out at the waves in their wandering, searching for something that they'll never find, but they learn too late. I wrote down my story to tell you and hoped you'd return to me, but you've got your bliss now and I'm draining bottles of remedies. But you'll leave, you'll leave. And all I can do (all I can do) is wait for you (I'm waiting for you) to miss everything (I miss everything) and see it all through. Will we see it it through? But you'll leave, you'll leave. I've grown sick from the doubt and uncertainty. I won't let you steal any more years from me. Now the color fades.