Mock The Dead

by Reverend Bear

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Daymon Fritz Minor Tonality, great soothing yet powerful vocals. the overlapping at the end is my favorite.
Lyrically its brilliant.
"I have suffered every Drop of wisdom" is by far my favorite line Favorite track: Nightwoods.
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released August 22, 2015

Reverend Bear is:

Andy Chayer - Vocals & Guitar
Jordan Cope - Bass & Keys
Tyler Pesely - Drums & Drums

All songs written by Reverend Bear

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Reverend Bear Seattle, Washington

With Earthy Tone, and Mountain Moving Riffs, Reverend Bear is Preaching the Gospel of Forest Rock!

This Power Trio from Seattle, WA is made up of Singer/Guitarist Andy Chayer, Bassist/Keyboardist Jordan Cope, and Drummer Tyler Pesely.

Mock The Dead is the bands debut, self produced record. It channels the nature and spirituality of the Pacific Northwest, using Rock and Roll as a holy conduit.
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Track Name: BaBaBum
Testing patients for the cure, the people who could pardon me, The crowing of the lovely bird, and serpent in the apple tree, The stumble in the sleight of hand, and insight in the things I've seen, the promise of the Holy land, and burn within the fever dream. Oh my lord. Sink into the sacred ground, and speak in tongues unknown to man. Break your bones to lay me down and end it all to start again. Coil up my mortal wire, and kill my righteous dove. Sit atop my tower, built with dirt and turned to mud.
Oh my Lord.
Track Name: Damned Adam
Skull to hold it, eyes to feed, ears to know it, mouth to see. Damn the Fruit, son of Eve, Wicked tongue, wretched tree. Eve Lays in Eden, and adam is damned, cain was made broken, and abel to stand. The holiest people are bred from the damned, the pitiful misers, the generous hand.
Arms to show it, palms to read, skin to open, soul to bleed. Name the dance, play for free, mock the dead and plant your seed.
Track Name: Temper Your Temper
Temper your temper child, you've had enough for now. Sleep for a little while, and bring back what you dream about. Your eyes have witnessed wonders, can you recall their names? Whispers as loud as thunder, tears heavier than rain. Rest your eyes, rest your mind, sleep my child, every night. Temper your temper child, lay out the things you own, weigh out your pains and pleasures, and leave what is left alone.
Track Name: Waste Away
How can we waste our time while dead men waste away? Mourn them in their passing standing idle by their grave? There's no justice in that sentence, no completion in that phrase, just wasting time while dead men waste away.

Self has lost it's meaning, for selfish reasons, and time has kept repeating, and good men die. In legends so exaggered, we forgot what mattered, lost the message left behind them in their stride.

I want it, can't find it, constantly reminded that we're just wasting time while dead men waste away? Mourn them in their passing standing idle by their grave? There's no justice in that sentence, no completion in that phrase, just wasting time while dead men waste away.
Track Name: Nightwoods
I have suffered every drop of wisdom that makes the rings inside me weigh me down, and I have seen above the crowns of heaven, but I prefer the comfort of the ground.

This forest, the gods have forgotten. The dwellers inside decay with stone. The dirt and the soil, forgotten forever, the wind at night calls back their moans.

Our wrinkles jagged, the light defines them, our shadows cast a sickly shade. And every morning, we find out sadness, to see how much we've been unmade.

I have suffered every drop of wisdom that makes the rings inside me weigh me down, and I have seen above the crowns of heaven, but I prefer the comfort of the ground.

There is no light, there is no light, will ever be our saving grace, it will not let this forest live, it will not let us, but night would.

I have suffered every drop of wisdom that makes the rings inside me weigh me down, and I have seen above the crowns of heaven, but I prefer the comfort of the ground.
Track Name: Drain The Well
Drain drain the well, of the warning signs that tell how much water we can drain before it's empty. The cracks in these walls have left nothing there at all, and the pull on the rope is overwhelming. And I don't know, where the missing water goes, why you're high and dry when you get to the bottom. The thirst in me can't let the water be, and the cracks under my tongue are all I've gotten.
Track Name: Tongue in Cheek
Do your teeth detect it, can they pass the feeling on? The sadness in your banter, the numbness in your tongue? and will the ears upon them be, aware to what is wrong, and hear the bitter words you speak, that never touch your tongue?

But where can we direct it, the words between the lines? The blues within the melody, the salt within the wine? The stoppers in the bottle but the sugar's turned to brine. Our cup it runneth over but, our souls are left so dry.

The stoppers in the bottle but the sugar's turned to brine.
Track Name: Homero
Screaming Voices of the Dead, Screaming from where they were lead, speaking words to their divine, speaking in a voice like mine. Screaming voices of the ground, screaming from where they were found, taking more with selfish greed, taking more than what they need. Eyes of water eyes of space, lead me to my resting place, eyes of water, eyes of space, lead me to my resting place.
Track Name: Dull Life
In this dull life, try to do right, search for solace, cannot find it. Spend this whole life, searching for right, no peace in death, lay me to rest. Leaving this life, tears in my eyes, dirt on my hands, reach for god's land.