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Time Lovingly Bled

by Men of Fortune

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Moments washing over, like a child, lost in the puzzle Sound of memories chime, voices from the void, a return to the void Once, in the vortex of all that can be The void of potential still waiting for me Movement, turning in on itself Exploring all that can be reached From within to without is seen the origin of all that can be All that is, all that was, manifested fear, realized love When, as a child in the womb of the mother Potential resides within the all There comes a time, every man decides to take his life to further heights Voices from the void, a return to the void
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For the love of the fight, in the thick of the shallow night, a movement away Upon the edge of the clearest sight, in focus of the dimmest light The moon shines upon the day Even in oblivion, under the weight of a starless sky, in the shadows it lures me In the birth of redemption, mother wails in the joy of it, its chance is being Without a bed to lay in, the night moves me on There will not be some crystal dawn To foresee is the curse of a chosen few The folly of the past sheds some light on the truth To contemplate for a moment in the dead of night To move on for fear of losing sight Without a bed to lay in, the night moves me on There will not be some crystal dawn The words once said are broken, defined in the wrong There will not be some crystal dawn Deluded in the stay of some crystal dawn
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All in my right to indulge the flame If I see what might in the passing shame Seek and I'll find a portion of truth If my thoughts are aligned in the time of my youth Half justified, half not to blame Longings of the heart, questions of the same Search and what hides is the twinkling inside If my thoughts decide that my heart is my guide Sorcerer of perdition, he defies the harmony of one that searches for the secret chord to unlock the brewer's recipe Searching for the secret chord to unlock the brewer's recipe All in my right to mix the divine Shame dissolved, the glory is mine Harkens to he that opens his eye If his thoughts bow down to the light of the skies If his hand is moved to shed the guise If his heart will bleed for the wicked and wise When his will Will lay down
4.
In loving disproportion to the eternal gap, a shock of 'what could' stretches forth. Deity of the ether, lord of mysteries' map, measures the worth of hope and fear both. Paradox of only believers, who extend the thought of hope, buying time on loan from the heavens, the lender, the judge whom holds the rope. Tie our hands, cord of restraint, gripped upon the mind. In the moment, faced with yourself, the mirror reflecting all you project. Do the illuminations play with your mind, no time to hide? If it weren't for memories to reflect, the absence of a life would not protect the vacancy of all that is ahead. Time lovingly bled. In the future when all is seen, the past and present there to convene, will we find the silver strand to pull you near, void of fear? Tie our hands, cord of restraint, gripped upon the mind. Despite what might shun the light, you're free to relive.
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Child of earth, wicked am I Cradled in mother's arms to rest Fat of land, hand in hand with foe A shock of light, blinding sight sets flame to our home Son of hope, ancient of days Mystlic light illuminates the past Modern tongues, helpless ones can't speak Holy flame, blazing shame descends, come the end If it sparks, it will surely burn Singed in the heavenly scourge When she moves she shakes the core Fire and blood, tears and rain When it comes, we will be reborn Scattered in the astral flood My eyes are wide with the hunger of love

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From the terrestrial base of Peoria, Illinois, Men of Fortune craft galactic battle hymns for the next millennium. Smokey and dense, their debut full-length is a hypnotic sojourn through rock, prog and psychedelia that’s both cosmic and muscular, ethereality tethered to the beating heart at the center of all. Marrying feral odes and dark lullabies, it’s a seduction consummated on wax as a sacrament for your own astral travels.

“Voices from the Void” begins somewhere between Santana and Queens of the Stone Age, a call to arms reminding us that men have always authored their own stories. From there we journey time and space, stabbing prog opera with a visceral metal assault, bleeding Red-era Crimson, laying siege to the inhuman bonds of ideology.

With bassist Mike Willey joining the rhythmic force of Andrew Sledd and trance-inducing riffs of Joel Madigan, Men of Fortune have become the power trio they always were. An epic passage of spirit, Time Lovingly Bled launches heavy cosmic jams far from the safety of Earth, but its weightless freefall never wears out its welcome.

1. Voices From the Void 2. Some Crystal Dawn 3. The Passing Shame 4. Only Believers 5. Nymphatic Meditation 6. Child of Earth

Recorded by Joel Madigan at Sound of Mind in Peoria, IL. Mixed by Sanford Parker at Hypercube in Chicago, IL. Mastered at Prairie Cat Mastering in Belvidere, IL.

Also available: Lark’s Tongue/Men of Fortune split 12” (EXALT-002)

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released December 31, 2013

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From the terrestrial base of Peoria, Illinois, Men of Fortune craft galactic battle hymns for the next millennium. Smokey and dense, theirs is a hypnotic sojourn through rock, prog and psychedelia that’s both cosmic and muscular, ethereality tethered to the beating heart at the center of all. Marrying feral odes and dark lullabies, it’s a seduction for your own astral travels. ... more

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