Darkest Regions

by Thieves

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**These recordings are part of a 7 inch vinyl record split with our friends in a band called Mourner from Minneapolis released in May of 2011. Mourner’s music can be found by visiting mourner.bandcamp.com **

To everyone who helped in the making and release of this record, anyone who has attended our performances, purchased our merchandise, lent us their equipment, and given us shelter or food: the collective thanks you.


released April 5, 2011

Thieves is:
Adam Thorsness - drums
Greg Klemm - bass and vocals
Vincent Giuliano - guitar
Bryan Gonzalez - guitar
Rudolf Schultz - vocals

All songs written and performed by Thieves
Additional vocals on "1519 North Claremont" performed by Jim Adolphson
All instruments recorded by Gino Scarim at Red Door Studios
All vocals recorded by Vincent Giuliano
All songs mixed and mastered by Eric Lee




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Track Name: Black Stitch
Steel stretched for miles on the ground
A frozen scar splits the heart of the town
These doorways dark, these streets lay bare
A weary breath hangs chilled in the air
Footsteps laden with ice line the stone
Here the wayward make their homes
Passengers wait with the wind at their backs
The ghosts sleeping under the tracks

The engine arrives
Wind clawing at our eyes
Hours weigh upon the night
The engine appears
Bells ringing in our ears
Minutes weigh upon our eyes

The light falls faded green upon our skin
Land coursing all around like a black river
These passengers are carried with the weight of the wheels
Without a thought of what lies underneath them
Track Name: 1519 North Claremont
Minutes stretch to days in this wasteland
Waiting for footsteps that will not come
My feet won’t cross these doorways
Losing sleep to anxious hours

Screaming at empty walls
As this white paint screams back at me
Wasted hours piling like corpses in a ring

In this place, there is nothing
In this place, there is no one