Live at Folk Collective

by Timber of Trees

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Our first appearance recorded live at Folk Collective Vol. 1

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released September 5, 2014

Milo Bekins - Vocals / Guitar
Jimena Torres - Guitar / Backup Vocals
Fede Salas - Bass
Héctor Herrera - Drums

Recorded Live by El Sótano and Folk Collective
Photo by María José Bermejo

San José // Costa Rica
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Milo Bekins
Jimena Torres
Fede Salas
Héctor Herrera

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Track Name: Void Hollow
Olive trees burn along the meadows
Pillars of white crack down the middle
A tall statue gaze abides the aisle
To where escort shadows creep upon a mod
Where we spit fire, void hollow
Where we spit fire, void hollow

Don’t throw your bod into the mouth
For it is evil in flesh
And evil always finds it’s ways
Don’t become what you most fear, void hollow
Don’t become what you most fear, void hollow

You sung his name into the well
The snakes can swim and they know it well
Our gods have turn to stone, void hollow
A mask of marble exempts your face
There lays fragments of shattered love
Towards the inside of your chest, void hollow

Three lions come back home, to all that’s dead and gone
Three lions come back home, to an empty throne of gold
Three lions come back home, to all that’s dead and gone

Olive trees burn along the meadows
Pillars of white crack down the middle
A tall statue gaze abides the aisle
To where escort shadows creep upon a mod
Where we spit fire
Where we spit fire

Three lions come back home, to all that’s dead and gone
Three lions come back home, to an empty throne of gold
Three lions come back home, to all that’s dead and gone

Void hollow
Voices that have been borrowed
Void hollow
Voices that have been borrowed
Track Name: Unholy Ground
Darling set the gun down
These doors aren’t setting locks on their own
I see it here sitting on my steps
Taking it’s time
While the room slowly darkens
Shadows appear
Staring right back at us
I set the curtains on flames
Slowly I try to talk you out
But it feels already too late

I’ve been driving the fast lane
With all my lights low
Waiting for a fork in the road
But isn’t all this just a parade

Don’t believe what they say
Stories of terror we fate
As your eyes turn to the back
My spine gets a chill
I figure this is what happens
When you let love die on unholy ground

I’ve been driving the fast lane
With all my lights low
Waiting for a fork in the road
But isn’t all this just a parade
Track Name: Pink Silhouette
Hey keep rolling slow
I’ll draw the silhouette
Of the tallest mountain near
And hey keep your eyes closed
Dark have our days ‘come
Dark have our days ‘come

There’s a mirror ignoring us
And a hunt over our souls
I can see the light’s quite bright
And hey keep your eyes closed
Dark have our days ‘come
Dark have our days ‘come

Hey keep rolling slow
The Devil’s stroke is cold
Hey keep rolling slow
The Devil’s path is near
Hey keep rolling slow
The Devil’s stroke is cold

And All my children grow
By the coast of gold
Where shadows tend to fade
But can you see the shore
Red has our stream ‘come
Red has our stream ‘come

Hey keep rolling slow
The Devil’s stroke is cold
Hey keep rolling slow
The Devil’s path is near
Hey keep rolling slow
The Devil’s stroke is cold

Hey keep rolling slow
I’ll draw the silhouette
Of him when we first met
Of him when we first met