What We Left Behind

by The Quiet Cull

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released July 1, 2014



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The Quiet Cull Anchorage, Alaska

The Quiet Cull is a rock band from Alaska. Fashioned from roots like Thrice and Brand New, the sonic territory they cover is dynamic. With a range of hard and heavy, to mellow, somber and slow, TQC is described as contemplative and introspective.
Founding member, Todd Farnsworth, started solo and then formed the band, after releasing Allegories. The rest is history, and 3 releases deep.
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Track Name: Writhe & Retch
Track Name: Troubled Heart, Be Still
Who looks back not to regret a single thing they've done? With every action that you take, and every word spoken? They must dilute their conscience down, or lost it long ago. Or they're running from a truth they just don't want to know.

So here I stand, with quaking hands, and all of my regrets; with broken promises and words I never kept. I raise my fist to shake, but my soul cries out in vain, to think that no one else has ever felt this way! But looking back, I see, there's hope in all this mess. My troubled heart, be still! I am no broken wretch!

With all these years of painful guilt, crushing down on me, how can I learn to let this go – just live and let it be? Resounding in my very being, deep inside my bones! It gives me reason to push on, and climb out of this hole.
Track Name: The Isle
We pushed off the shore to set sail that day; I aimed to shrug off my cares.
With wind on my face, my life with the Fates, I breathed in the cool ocean air.
The weather was fair with birds in the sky, and my crew - they would heed every word.
But as time passed by, the birds did not fly, and weather took turn for the worse.
But still we pushed on. We pushed on and on. We pushed on and on and on.
We pushed on so long, we saw light from the dawn, and soon I heard a sickly song:

The shoreline's long gone, along with my home, and damage is done to the hull.
Will the captain dive down to the depths with his ship, as soon as the vessel is full?
Inside the craft the water would seek, to fill up the ship and my lungs.
So no longer then would I breath ocean air, but rather I'd inhale the sea.

The skiff that we had held room for just one, so my crew they would all die in vain.
For at sight of land, I took skiff in hand, and oared 'fore daylight fade.
When I set foot on land, I did lay on the sand, and thank God for bringing the isle.
Still, smoke I did make, and flags I did raise, lest I be lost and exiled.
And so I carried on. Carried on and on. I did burn wood long into the night.
I sent signals so long I saw light from the dawn, but ne'er saw ship at the isle!

Now the shoreline's long lost, along with my home, and damage was done to the hull.
The captain dive not to the depths with his ship, but rather he'd save his own soul.
Now I rue the days I spend stuck in dismay, and curse God for bringing the isle!
Given the choice now, I would surely have drown, than live with myself in exile!
Track Name: The Widow
Night falls across this town, veiling all in black. Alone, a woman waits, but he does not come back. Outside the city lights, looming on a hill, the graveyard's dressed in white, the frigid air is still.

And though the air is cold, her heart is colder still.
But she will wait for him, 'til she lies on the hill.

Time marches slowly on. She has begun to learn, that though the seasons pass, he will not return. He was the best of men. He loved his wife and home. So when his life was sacrificed, there was a pain she'd never known.

Her heart now bears a void, where once her Love did fill.
Now her Love is lost – she's longing for the hill.

His body was brought home, when months had turned to years. Though she was all but dead, confirmed her eldest fear. But the closure brought some kind of peace, to a life left so incomplete. Now the widow knows that he is gone, and thus she sang her swan song:

My heart now bears a scar, from years of pain I've known. And though my Love is dead, at last my Love is home. And though the ground is cold, you gone is colder still. Now I will follow you, I'll find you on the hill.