Ted Kirkpatrick - drums, rhytm guitars, dulcimer, 8-string bazuki
Luke Easter - vocals
Steve Andino - bass

Special guest musicians:
Marty Friedman and Bruce Franklin - lead guitars
Dave Bullock - violin on Architeuthis, Drawn and Quartered and In Death We Rise.

Marty Friedman - all guitar solos except: A Ghost at the Wheel - Bruce Franklin, and Convoluted Absolutes (3:24 - 3:42) - Bruce Franklin

Psalm 147:3 - ""He heals the brokenhearted and binds up their wounds""
- He is our Tourniquet...

Tourniquet continues to speak out against the horrors of animal abuse. We encourage you all to do part to appreciate and protect those without a voice.
""I am continually humbled by the beauty of God's creation...""  Ted

Produced, recorded and mixed by Bill Metoyer for Skull Seven Productions (SkullSevenProductions.com)
Co Produced by Ted Kirkpatrick

Recorded entirely on Pro Tools using Skull Seven Productions Mobile Mix³ system

Recorded in Wisconsin - September / October 2002

All artwork by Brian J Ames
Photography by Jim Muth

For Tourniquet merchandise and band info: www.tourniquet.net

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Ted endorses and uses: DW drums, Paiste cymbals, Vic Firth sticks, Remo heads, and Impact cases.
Rhytm guitars played through a 1972 Orange OD120 Overdrive head with master volume.
Cabinet: 1971 Orange 4x12 with original Celestion ""greenback"" speakers.
Guitar: 1969 Gibson SG with original pickups
Effects pedal: 1974 Electro Harmonix ""Big Muff"" distortion. For ""In Death We Rise"" an MXR ""Blue Box"" effects pedal (script logo) was used - no bass guitar on track.
Bill Metoyer uses Hafler amps and speakers

Bill thanks: My Creator, My son Michael Metoyer who is my inspiration in everything I do. The rest of my family especially my parents, Will and Pat Metoyer, My Friends, and above all Tami for the mail service and support. Ted and Cristy for the use of their home. Fern and Don Kirkpatrick for their hospitality. The Tourniquet boys for constantly pushing me to my limits. Marty and Bruce for coming out and blowing us away with their talent.

WHERE MOTH AND RUST DESTROY
words & music – Kirkpatrick
Matthew 6:19, Luke 16:13

The world is quick to tell us
The media compels us
For me to have and you to not
Is the difference in our lot
If you must compound your joy
Then you must acquire this toy
Just remember this – a kiss is just a kiss
A smile is just a smile
The things you own will not atone
Or spare you from the life you’ve sown

Where moth and rust destroy
A land of tears and sadness
When those who put their faith in things
Find out it’s only madness

Enjoy all that He gives you
But make sure you can see through
The haze that blocks the clarity
Of seeing the eternity
Of things that last and things that don’t
Of choices we should make, but won’t
If you will just incline your ear
There is something you must hear
Heed his words and you’ll be free
From loving things more than Me

Where moth and rust destroy
A land of tears and sadness
When those who put their faith in things
Find out it’s only madness

Choose – you must choose
You must choose
Who you serve

Just waiting in the darkened wings
The voice that says to trust in things
Aspire to acquire – aspire to acquire
Light the sacrificial fire
Death to things

RESTORING THE LOCUST YEARS
words & music – Kirkpatrick
Joel 2:25, 1 Peter 5:10

The path to healing forks too many times
The road to contentment is hard to align
Out of the anguish – the quiet voice is mesmerizing
Great God Jehovah sympathizing

Manifold in misery – symbiotic history of trials
Soon a yard turns into miles - a day becomes a year
No path set before me presents itself as clear - confusion without peer
The cudgel of forlorn dreams - hits me square and final

Restoring the locust years

What you cannot do for yourself
There is One who is able
To restore the years the locust ate
When sorrow has its grip on you
Giving you no reason to submit to any other

Manifold in misery – symbiotic history of trials
Soon a yard turns into miles - a day becomes a year
No path set before me presents itself as clear - confusion without peer
The cudgel of forlorn dreams - hits me square and final

Restoring the locust years

DRAWN AND QUARTERED
words & music – Kirkpatrick
2 Samuel 24:14, Psalm 103:4

Deliver to me the thieves, the murderers
And those with whom I find no fault
Just give me bodies – and the means to kill
It matters not who is guilty, who is innocent
It only matters where my fancy leads me
I live to please myself as your blood spills out
When you expire – there’s a hundred more…

All who came to see – the curious, the morbid
Nero decides their fate – the arena becomes an assorted
Spectacle played out en masse
Your soul means nothing, your pain even less
As your loved ones plead for my forgiveness
Not an ounce of mercy will I give out

Bind the ropes, set the horses afoot
Wailing cries, limbs torn out by the root
Entertaining drunken guests as the Christians are martyred
Crimes so petty – the result – drawn and quartered
The result – drawn and quartered

How can it be, as my own death is imminent
That you, oh Lord, still love me
A life lived in the pleasure of torture and murder
I can’t understand it – I can’t understand

A GHOST AT THE WHEEL
words – Easter / music – Kirkpatrick
James 5:12, Proverbs 27:6

You finally noticed
Did it dawn on you slowly
Or was it a blast of cold air
You’re adrift on an ocean of silence
You’ve lost track of the last time there was anyone here

You sought the silence
Scuttled any and all who didn’t see things the same
Your actions turned quickly to habits
You slipped your moorings
And soon you were drifting away

Swept with the tide
Pulled out to sea
No course or sense of direction
Swept with the tide
Pulled out to sea
A lost ship adrift
With a ghost at the wheel

To some you’re a memory
Others choose to say I do not remember at all
Some wait and pray and scan the horizon
Hoping that one day they’ll see you come home

Swept with the tide
Pulled out to sea
A lost ship adrift
With a ghost at the wheel

ARCHITEUTHIS
words & music – Kirkpatrick
Romans 1:20, 1 Corinthians 2:9

There is a beast that does exist
Not just a myth – the facts persist
Known from the dead that washed ashore
From modern graphs to old folklore
Not yet one ever seen alive
Though scientists and divers strive

Architeuthis - show yourself to us

Among the largest of the planet
The giant squid – the architeuthis
How can this massive creature
Escape the hordes of searching eyes
Escape the wisdom of the wise
Escape the sonar, the bathyscaphe
Returns with countless plotted graphs

Architeuthis - show yourself to us

I know a God I’ve never seen
Not merely just a wishful dream
Alive, but not for us to see
But living in the hearts of men
So great is His love for us
Yet many seekers look in vain
If you will set aside your pride, your arrogant façade
Then you can enter into grace

Architeuthis show yourself to us
Let us gaze at your haunting frame
We know you’re real – no longer conceal
What bloated corpses already revealed
The last of the giant living mysteries

Architeuthis - show yourself to us

MELTING THE GOLDEN CALF
words & music – Kirkpatrick
Exodus 31-34, Deuteronomy 5:7

Bring us your trinkets, your baubles of gold
Join the debauchery, the young and the old
Let us bow down to this great golden calf
Darken our spirits, as we dance and we laugh

The golden calf takes shape – the idol of black hearts
The whole deed, from the sum of its parts
From the healer of sorrow came a great molten blast
With holy tongue of fire, the commandments were cast

Down from the mountain with two tablets of stone
In countenance white, Moses walked down alone
Instructed by God to bring the people His word
Intoxicated by evil, their judgment obscured
Why should we listen to this set of his rules?
Deeper in sin sinks the assembly of fools

Though shalt not make graven images
Visiting evil in the land of the dust
Though shalt not have other gods before Me
Then only then can you truly be free

Let us bow down to the King of Kings
Melt down this idol and the evil it brings

CONVOLUTED ABSOLUTES
words – Easter / music – Kirkpatrick
2 Chronicles 1:11, Ecclesiastes 7:25

I feel numb
And I think we’re half asleep
Our collective sense of outrage
Has gone the way of dodo birds and Model T’s
We’re being trained
We tell them what they want just to appease
It’s the end of absolutes
Welcome to the death of meaning
Mice will run a maze for cheese
Koko signs her A – B – C’s we think she’s talking to her kitten in the corner
Pavlov’s dogs would drool if they could hear their chiming cue
Just like them we’ve been conditioned

We’re going dumb
Have we forgotten how to speak
Would mute cries fall on deafened ears
If we could get ourselves to give voice to our pleas
We’re so well trained
That’s the way it is and so we’ll let it be
If there are no absolutes
Our objections have no meaning
Birds will learn to talk for treats
Flipper laughed and danced to please and avoid electrocution
Pavlov’s dogs would drool if they could hear their chiming cue
Just like them we’ve been conditioned

Feeling numb
Half asleep
Being trained
We’re just like sheep

Going dumb
We never speak
So well trained
The truth we never seek

HEALING WATERS OF THE TIGRIS
words and music - Kirkpatrick
Genesis 2:14, Revelation 7:17

Through famine, flood and choking mud the ancient river flows
Bringing life and death, transporting friend and foe

To build their cities by its banks the hopeful people chose
Fortify the walls – the fortress grows
Secure within the confines of the stone
But what awaited them they couldn’t have known

Healing waters of the Tigris
Ever flowing and all knowing
Healing waters of the Tigris
Washing over me

612 BC the Tigris floods and builds in turbulence
Pagan land of Nineveh – self-righteous over confidence
The rising torrent crushes stone and courses on its way

God’s judgment on that fateful day – a terrible price to pay
The greatest city of all – Nineveh – with towering city walls
The awesome power of the swollen river Tigris – caused that massive city to fall

Healing waters of the Tigris
Ever flowing and all knowing
Living water of Jehovah
Balm of Gilead

IN DEATH WE RISE
words & music – Kirkpatrick
Luke 23:43, Matthew 11:29-30

Fear not, the grave has no power
For you will be with Me this hour
Through myriad eons of lost time
In sea of coal black sin
I was there – I am now –
I have been there – I have been there

Through dark medieval ages, and biblical invasions
The lonely sea - tranquility
The still reflection stares at me
Is broken by the sullen tears of loss and grief
Of loss and grief

Come to Me, all who are weary
And I will give you rest for your soul
My yoke and burden are light
To free you from your own plight
The sea of grace will separate your sin from Me
Your sin, your sin, from Me…