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Shaded Lodge And Mausoleum

by Doleful Lions

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1.
What at first seemed so sincere To you the answer is so clear A time to hide in shadows The conjurers that men know The fakes hung on the walls That desecrate the halls And lost the sacred word To all the pilots of the sun And warriors that knell to the ancient one The time has come to break through The sepulchres that hold you A vengeance that was dreaming For eons now comes screaming Now onto war You roar Like a lion caged and cornered in the night The imposters light is dying And what once was true Is forever through This gallery of glass The imposters light is dying What at first seemed to be true Is now a savior of the few A sham's that gone for so long It's time to sing a new song Magicians will you hide Beneath all those that died Now onto war You roar Like a lion caged and cornered in the night The imposters light is dying And what once was true Is forever through This gallery of glass The imposters light is dying
2.
If the landscape pulls you through For strange reward And rips the engine out of you Unsheathe your sword Maker of all things that shine O Lord of every ocean deep Your graceful gifts you choose to hide So lets smash the magic wonder window to the other side In the halls of Able's fault They took their lives So seal this offertory vault And clean the knives Every smoke cathedral chimes The sound of giving up the ghost This winding sheet will soon be torn So lets snuff the mortal candleabra's light And be reborn If the landscape pulls you through And leaves no trace You storm the ever after's holy gate And strip it's face Maker of all things that shine O Lord of every ocean deep Your graceful gifts you choose to hide So lets gather in the lather of who dies And watch the skies
3.
Mt. Diablo Strange vibrations Shake the sheathed sword Off my door Strange vibrations Incantations Guide the soldiers Off to war Spanish panthers Gored by antlers Change to sea snakes Let kingdoms fall Savage blizzard Trapped the wizard Hang his vestments In the hall Mt. Diablo Strange vibrations Shake the sheathed sword Off my door
4.
O moonbeam and starshine What was it you revealed Ascended in slumber The light that shook my shield Look upon the rising sun with your eyes And think of all the sacred things we could find These ancients in magic The merchants of our doom Destroyers in thunder Appear in mornings gloom Walk into the mystery of the dark And rise above the multitudes who bare the mark Sphere of Arulu And Sekhet Hetspet The door to forever Was opened just for us O martyr Atlantis What was it you revealed Osiris will guard me As I take up my shield Sit upon the diamond throne of the divine And wander through the heaven lands of the mind Sphere of Arulu And Sekhet Hetspet The door to forever Was opened just for us
5.
When the host becomes the guest You destroyers of the west On mountains made of suns The children hold the guns And their mother's hold the clips You defenders of the truth And the conquerors of proof Your truth became a blade That crept beyond the shade And slashed all that we made So come for me Come for me You destroyers of the west When these pirates took the ship In mutiny and slip Will we sail to foreign docks When the criminals the cops Instead we hit the rocks Could it be that truth were lies Though I'm resolved to open my eyes All spangled up in blue But I can see right through Every fucked up thing you do So come for me Come for me You destroyers of the west
6.
These clouds that hang It's always been the same What vanished dread Shocks your hall This dungeons door 444 The ciphers blade Turns to shade The ghost that haunts your world will disappear The ghost that haunts your world will disapper O Lucifer This world it kills for sure The harvest star shines tonight Come unto you This horror xanadu Has kept you safe in it's womb The ghost that haunts your world will disappear The ghost that haunts your world will disappear The ghost that haunts your world will disappear The ghost that haunts your world will disappear
7.
Satanic blood The wonders of love have gone away Wake up to Lucifer's new day Bringer of light Champion night Kiss the exalted baphomet Satanic blood The warriors possessed In demonic quest Hide the protector's new crusade The holiest ark In temple dark Where Enoch and Solomon were laid Satanic blood O solemn star that shines in the morning Guide the haunted defenders of light O Lucifer come out of the shadows We receive you the order of night Our sacrifice is given to you Satanic blood
8.
Tommy with his head full of storms Built a vessel of thorns And he waited for the children To play swan swan swallow Autumn in it's apples and ashes Blazing candles of corn And he waited for the darkness To take over the hollow And I want you to know Tommy you're the greatest And I want you to know Ghost ships are waiting Angel you can take all your time That would suit me just fine So she waited Deep in the harbor To see the blood mast raising Autumn in it's apples and ashes Jack-o-lanterns of maize So she waited For the darkness To take over the bright days And I want you to know Darling you're the greatest And I want you to know Ghost ships approaching Tommy with his head full of night Built a rowboat of bright And he waited for the black tide To wash over the coral Angel you can hide in my light When these shapes take the night So she waited for the doom fleets To take over the beach head And I want you to know Tommy you're the greatest And I want you to know Darling you're the greatest And I need you to know Tommy you're the greatest And I want you to know Tommy tells of ghost ships
9.
If apparations creep outside your door And the Crawling pours across your floor If the darkness of the void invites you in And the evening phantoms penetrate your skin Just let it all come down Hear the bells of doomsday pound And shaded lodge and mausoleum Echo every haunted sound And even if you find yourself afraid Of the morbid recollections of your grave Cause eventually we must accept our fate The hexagon and necroworm won't wait So let the world begin With the end and everything You understand and always known Will disappear and then You'll wear a mirrored gown That reflects this sacred ground And open up the scroll and read the incantation found O death Would your shadowed fountain wash over my soul O death I surrender to the bondage of control Take me home Let me sleep in your cold embrace Let me sleep in your cold embrace If only these magicians let me know That behind the smoke and velvet it's just a show And holy men who claim to know the truth Are just the loudest magpies on the roof O death your Judas curtain's tearing down At last the jewelry's taken from your crown And we will throw your carcass on the pile And slip inside this gateway all the while The illumination songs will be trumpeted by swans And all the kings who hold the secret will be cast as pawns So let this cloak of dark Take the wonder from my heart And every hope and dream I had Extinguished of the spark O death Would your shadowed fountain wash over my heart O death Let the demon archer's arrow find it's mark Give me rest The light of all my love has turned to black O death The reaper's scythe will sow this mortal gift O death
10.

about

As one of the few folk-pop bands to sing songs about werewolves and driller-killers, Doleful Lions have a weirdo legacy to uphold. Shaded Lodge And Mausoleum (Parasol) announces its intentions with the opener "Sham Magic In The Night Gallery," a lo-fi magical mystery tour that charts a Byrds-like flight path. This is a record for people who like light psychedelia with nods to B-movie culture.- The Onion

It’s a strange thing Jonathan Scott and David Jackson do as Doleful Lions. Even after investing several hours trying to figure out Shaded Lodge and Mausoleum the nut of the whole thing remains elusive.

One way to look at it is as a black-metal act masquerading as the bastard child of Thom Yorke and Bob Pollard. Close your eyes and put yourself in a castle banquet hall where Yorke, having just finished reading "Beowulf," reaches for his guitar and four-track and, aided by several pewter goblets of red wine laced with PCP, starts picking out a folk-rock opera replete with occult themes and medieval references to swords and blizzards and ciphers and Xanadu.

Supposedly a lyrical homage to some black-metal band called Von, Shaded Lodge and Mausoleum is an amazingly complex record that at times sounds like Stephen Merritt singing around the fire pit at some Society for Creative Anachronism camping trip. Other times, such as the opening track, “Sham Magic in the Night Gallery,” the Lions just make a nice, jangly pop tune that wouldn’t be out of place on a later Pavement record.

The story is that Scott and Jackson don’t talk to each other, but communicate solely through e-mail. For the making of this record, the Lions’ fifth, Scott worked from Chicago and Jackson put the thing together in his mad scientist’s studio in North Carolina. The record doesn’t sound like either of those places, but it does have the taste of a rural birthplace, a place where the only thing to do is figure out how to make morbid paeans to Lucifer and calls to war accessible to the masses.

Scott’s aching falsetto sounds more like it should be riding some guitar-dripping Brit-pop wave than the under-produced tracks Jackson has created to hold it up. The lo-fi-ness of the record is deceptive, however. While many moments pleasingly recall vintage Guided By Voices, Jackson sprinkles unexpected production flourishes into the mix. On “Strange Vibrations,” a swirling stew of noise is spruced up by jingle bells. Computer tinkles adorn the anthemic “Tommy Tells of Ghost Ships.” A driving, almost hip-hop beat propels fuzzy guitar and droning keys on the closing instrumental, “The Extra-Large Epiphany,” into Flaming Lips territory.

See, that’s the thing about this record. By the time you have it figured out, Jackson switches things up just enough to make you go back and listen again. And, unlike Bob Pollard’s penchant for putting his every fart and belch onto tape regardless of whether he had a real song, Jackson produces complete songs from the random and incomplete streams of consciousness Scott sends him. It’s well worth the time spent trying to piece it all together.

- Christopher Keough

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released June 14, 2005

The Doleful Lions were David Jackson and Jonathan Scott
All songs written by Jonathan Scott except track 10 by David Jackson
2005 Violet Cyclops Ltd.
Shaded Lodge And Mausoleum was produced by David Jackson
Shaded Lodge And Mausoleum was mastered by Adam Schmitt
Stun guitar on track 1 was played by Rob Scott
Bulldozer bass on track 1 was played by Joe Guetler
Track 1 was recorded on Halloween
Recorded at Aurora's Sleeve In the Mirror Room

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Doleful Lions are one the great lost bands of modern times, its not an under achiever thing rather more that they’ve been constantly overlooked in favour of ensembles, fads and fashions less musically astute and considerably less talented, always occupying their own little orbit shying away from the various bandwagons that have come passing them by - Mark Barton (The Sunday Experience) ... more

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