Matt did all the good guitar. Cas Iotone played drums.
lyrics
The yellow men
From the yellow town
Preach there yellow verse
To the orange crowed
And the purple fire
In the function room
Takes the colours in
And the grey resumes
So the rainbow grows
Arching in the sky
Like the fall of troy
All its colours die
And the walls it built
Preachers, Sons and bards
Have no place in time
Among the dying stars
The pallets drain all that’s left is dust
We sit all alone watching worlds combust
And we wonder how we could have been so blind
One of my favorite bands. You can tell that years have gone into writing these wonderful songs. For best results serve with whiskey and wine in a smoke filled dimly lit room. Dressed Like Wolves