Following a co-ed round of Frisbie tossing with members of Sean Bones, in the old school parking lot, with the disc sailing into the trees and banging against the side paneling of the deserted car, with the flattened tires, Portland, Oregon's Ramona Falls, recorded this set of songs, all from the group's newest record, "Prophet." Lead singer Brent Knopf, formerly of Menomena, writes from the mind of a person who's hyper conscious. It's coming from a man who takes himself through the ringer. He turns the crank and he emphasizes and frets over the minutiae. He feels like he's somewhere conducive to just falling asleep and leaving everything behind, but there's a pesky sense of dread about the unknown. He's badgered and beleaguered. The head's always working to overcome anything that could ever resemble a comfortable calm. He sings, "I have to, have to, have to let go of self-control/I can't take it back," but there are still those attempts - countless attempts - to take it back.
"Spore" is one of those attempts, sorta:
"It couldn't be this galaxy is lifeless
I keep on searching for a sign
Olly oxen free, my telescope is watching
For any trace you leave behind
An adoptee, I never knew my parents
I wonder which one has my eyes
And if we meet, I'll tell them that I missed them
But I won't judge them I won't cry
Take off the veil, let yourself be found
I bet you're scared, people on the prowl
Ready or not, here I come
And I refuse to believe that it's hopeless
I set my course straight for the abyss."
Ramona Falls Official Site