Biography:
+1476+ is the New England-based project of Neil DeRosa and Robb Kavjian. Self-described as Hermetic Deth Rock, they released their first full-length album A Wolf’s Age in early 2010, an ambitious and heavy indie rock release with hints of death rock, post punk, and shoegaze. The subject matter courses through occult and mythological themes as well as loves and lives lost.
In November of 2010, they released the experimental acoustic EP Smoke In The Sky.
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Dm F
I am nothing to you, but flesh bound in pity and waste
Dm F
A dislocated voice from your memory that screams in the night
C
A body that longs to be found
F
A sunken recess on your grounds
C
Where the waste from your lush oaken table
Bb
absorbs in the weeds
C Dm
and then feeds my dejected disease
F
I am nothing to you, but residual heart-laden slime
Dm F
Buried so deep beneath turning calendar pages and time
C
A disgrace
F
My pictures all turned on their face
C
As you race
Bb
to scrape off the flowers i placed on the lid
C
with my hands to your closed
Dm
casket heart
F
I will strike you at night when your heart is not guarding the door
Dm F
I will creep in your sleep and your tears will languish on the floor
C F
You'll awake confused by this dramatic state
C
And you'll hate the
Bb C
silence inside you, and call for me but I've been crushed
Dm
by your closed casket heart
I am nothing to you, but flesh bound in pity and waste
Dm F
A dislocated voice from your memory that screams in the night
C
A body that longs to be found
F
A sunken recess on your grounds
C
Where the waste from your lush oaken table
Bb
absorbs in the weeds
C Dm
and then feeds my dejected disease
F
I am nothing to you, but residual heart-laden slime
Dm F
Buried so deep beneath turning calendar pages and time
C
A disgrace
F
My pictures all turned on their face
C
As you race
Bb
to scrape off the flowers i placed on the lid
C
with my hands to your closed
Dm
casket heart
F
I will strike you at night when your heart is not guarding the door
Dm F
I will creep in your sleep and your tears will languish on the floor
C F
You'll awake confused by this dramatic state
C
And you'll hate the
Bb C
silence inside you, and call for me but I've been crushed
Dm
by your closed casket heart
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