Kafka

by Locktender

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Kafka is our first full length album, released in the summer of 2013. Five songs inspired by Franz Kafka’s lesser known, short proverbial works called “The Zürau Aphorisms.” While our songs focus on and borrow from only five of the aphorisms, there are 109 total that Kafka wrote while staying in Zürau over the winter of 1917-1918, published posthumously in 1931. The collection covers a vast range of topics and styles, is beautiful, contemplative, entertaining and insightful. The proverbs we have chosen attracted us particularly for their simplicity, beauty, openness to personal interpretation and in some ways, their obscurity.

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released 25 July 2013

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Locktender Cleveland, Ohio

After taking a two year hiatus to pursue family/travel/school/work, the members of “Men As Trees” have relocated and reformed as Locktender in Cleveland, OH. Locktender is a concept focused hardcore band concentrating on artists and their works interpreted through music, lyrics & art. Every album is an artist, every song is a different work. ... more

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Track Name: Aphorism #17
once we find the light in the dark
pull the cord, lets start again
the clock runs out, set the dial back to zero
there’s still time for us to begin

how quickly we become accustomed to a new land
broken roads familiar
horizons known & comforting
some gradual, others gaping
the distance beyond shadowing
the distance at hand
the million hands reaching
the million hands pushing away–

can each individual of millions span the cleft that
one might know the mutual adoring of kinship?

“I have never been here before:
my breath comes differently, the
sun is outshone by a star beside it.”

the million hands reaching
the million hands pushing away–

feeling my pulse quicken, a heart sailing
gripping ever-so-tightly, afraid to let this feeling go
seeing through newborn eyes, this world gleaming
tasting these bitter winds
words on the tips of severed tongues

flying in
boats on the water
became torch lit beacons
and I followed them

“I have never been here before:
my breath comes differently, the
sun is outshone by a star beside it.”

you’re not alone
these hands will lift you up
Track Name: Aphorism #16
breathing that salted air
and as it fills my lungs it all comes
flooding back
appendages bound with wire
my heart has slowed down
and as it lumbers, I can’t recall if
I ever truly loved it
beating with desire–with hope.

did I fall in this hole? or had I gone willingly?

the strength
bleeds out of my pores–
glistening
at least, with this, I am safe
secure and beautiful.
but if I break out–
if I release these chains–
what happens when the whole world sees
that I never learned to fly?

remember when we used to be vibrant?
breathing air for the very first time?
now the windows are barred
no frame could contain nature
obsessed with all the wrong things
time to sharpen our focus

“A cage went in search of a bird.”
Track Name: Aphorism #87
“A faith, like an ax. As heavy, as light.”
Track Name: Aphorism #63
“Our art is an art that is dazzled by truth: the light shed on
the rapidly fleeing grimace is true—nothing else is.”

is the content, by which I form
bound in chains of entity?
yet and how many times are we forced
to fake it
what you say matters & how you say it matters more
more often now are we force-fed farce while sitting
on our laurels
this should give us license to scream
FUCK YOU from the highest mountain!

go! break down these walls
the sleeping giant must awaken and
lurch forth with impunity
as the curtains are torn down around me
I see melting figures
beleaguered smiles
they don’t represent me

all these words will be ripped from the page
when a true gale comes to pass
with these words forsaken
write them anew with crippled hands
the images you thought you knew and loved will fade
faster than they came

told records cease to exist
they fade; constrict, consumed

write it down in ink
puprose; priority
cursive your heart away

finding the right words in works
with no words at all

as sovereign dawn approaches
breathe deep and pause
are you listening?
and will you sing back the words?

“Our art is an art that is dazzled by truth: the light shed on
the rapidly fleeing grimace is true—nothing else is.”
Track Name: Aphorism #103
don’t leave
us devastated
with black seas
–consumes everything