(Image from Flickr user thismeik)

It’s a rollicking game of poker, here in the Old West.  None of us really trust each other, but we’re here for the money, the thrill, the rush of red splayed across our hands when we get the flush.  Time isn’t linear here.  It strolls by at low tide and then comes crushing back in hours later, making you realize just how devastated you and your wallet have become.  And that’s when things get a bit hazy, as, your head spinning, you pull your gun, screaming about dirty cheats.  You’re floating above watching the mess unfold, intent on where those bullets are going to go, screaming red balls of steel sinking into flesh, splaying crimson over the cards, until your inner addict, parasite as it may be, looks out for its survival and talks you back down.

In Cadeo - Vultures

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In Cadeo’s website is sparse, but it does offer a free EP (from which this song came) and some hints at November’s full-length.  Check it out and enjoy.

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