Quarter of a Century

by The Keep

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Quarter of a Century is a four track EP that features the frenzied licks of Grant Ertl and the hypnotic picking style of Matt Lilla on guitars. Brian Perry's stone-cold rhythms on the drums drive each song underscored by Devin Hougardy's tight grooves on bass while Mitch Fedie lets fly lyrics of death, romance, life, drama, and late autumn holidays.

Together they are THE KEEP!!!

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released June 23, 2015

Vox: Mitch Fedie
Guitar: Grant Ertl and Matt Lilla
Bass: Devin Hougardy
Drums: Brian Perry

Frequency Lyrics by Mitch Fedie
Frequency Music by Devin Hougardy and The Keep
Halloween Song by Grant Ertl
Quarter of a Century by Grant Ertl
Capsize Music by Matt Lilla and The Keep
Capsize Lyrics by Grant Ertl and Mitch Fedie

Produced by Tony Williamette at Minnehaha Recording Company Minneapolis, MN

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Track Name: Capsize
I’ve been sleeping for days and days
Let those waves rock me away
I've been sleeping for days and days
Far from out and far away

Signal flare lights up the sky
I guess it's a good day to die
Far out on a foreign sea
Ice scrapes the sky in front of me.

Capsized we're all gonna drown
Even those that wear the crown
Kings and queens and those sorts of things
Thieves and cowards all die in this hour

Capsized we’re all gonna drown
Lost gone and never found
Faithless and dead to the world
Women, children, boys and girls

The band plays on the band never stops
There’s no life boats. Nobody’s getting off
Women and children old and young
Water rising fills their lungs

Capsized we're all gonna drown
Even those that wear the crown
Kings and queens and those sorts of things
Thieves and cowards all die in this hour

Capsized we’re all gonna drown
Lost gone and never found
Faithless and dead to the world
Women, children, boys and girls

Into the blue-gray
Don’t you fret there’s no
Artifacts from another time
For another people left to find

Only the mirrors areas are finite

We're gone with barely a trace
This is not abysmal space
Track Name: Frequency
A man walks in the room
to see her curve and soon
her every move consumes
her pitch owns every tune

Where’s my thought?
not something I had bought
where’s my song?
keep it rolling all night long

Set it in the groove
forget it far to soon, return
to nothing left
except for air and breath
like a dove singing from above
perched upon
for these moments which we long

Well, why not? Hey baby
I’ll let your frequency raise me
Well, why not? Hey baby
I’ll let you deprave me

A man picks up the tune
to hear it swerve and soon
its every move consumes
its pitch owns every room

I’ll let you, you raise me

just a pinch of your love
you’re perched way up high above
God save any lesser man
from the touch of your cool hand
Track Name: Quarter of a Century
Holy fuck yeah, we’re America.
One nation divided in hysteria.
Do it, don’t stop, til you got it easy.
I’ve had enough when I say please please please me.

Watch your back, man. Have fun.
Careful now, you know we eat our young.
Suck your candy swirl twist.
Later, You’ll suck a lobbyist.

Quarter of a Century
Soon there'll be nothing left of me.
Quarter of a Century
Fame is all I can see
Quarter of a Century
Soon there'll be nothing left of me.
Quarter of a Century

Who’s the victim. What was said?
Brains seep out of his head.
There’s a knocking. At my door.
Reactions sink. Expectations soar.

I can’t help but think. We’ve been left for dead.
Can’t repair the thoughts all in my head.
Pill pop music through a periscope.
Aimed straight away at our neighbor's home.

Quarter of a Century
Soon there'll be nothing left of me.
Quarter of a Century
Fame is all I can see
Quarter of a Century
Soon there'll be nothing left of me.
Quarter of a Century

Run piggy run piggy run piggy run
Kill that man ‘cause you heard that he had a gun
Kill that man ‘cause you heard he was having fun
Track Name: Halloween Song
I masked my face and drew a line in the sand
I didn't think that you would understand
My heart's a pipeline pumping dinosaurs
The undead flock in mass steeped in gore.

Thank god it's only Halloween
Thank god it's only Halloween
Thank god it's only Halloween
Thank god it's only Halloween

You cut your hair. You're spitting acid.
Danger hides below the water so placid.
You should be spending time with Betty Ford.
Instead your out to wreck your Honda Accord.


Thank god it's only Halloween
Thank god it's only Halloween
Thank god it's only Halloween
Thank god it's only Halloween


Reading lines from the book of the dead
Drinking love potions laced with lead.
Hearts of gold melted into computer chips.
Lives diluted into video clips.