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by Ludicra

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Originally released on Life is Abuse Records, catalog number LIFE 036

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released 06 June 2006

Recorded at Take Root Studio, SF, Feb-March 2004 by Billy Anderson
Track 2 mixed by Billy Anderson and John Cobbett, March 2004
Track 1 & 3 mixed by Justin Weis and John Cobbett, December 2004

Ludicra:
Laurie Sue Shanaman - vocals
Christy Cather - guitar and vocals
John Cobbett - guitar
Ross Sewage - bass
Aesop - drums

additional personnel:
Kris Force - violin
Jackie Perez-Gratz - cello

art and layout:
Eric Radey

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Ludicra San Francisco, California

Ludicra was a metal band from San Francisco. They originally formed in 1998 as a quartet and later expanded to five members. On July 26, 2011, the band announced on their official website that they had disbanded.
Ludicra's sound has been described as black metal and avant-garde metal.
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Track Name: Wooden Wheels
Years are worn

The breath of time is spinning faster

Yet weaker in stature
 
Reeling on, my fear is sewn
But not with threads of a new moral
 
Staggering spokes of decline
To bring to hault or continue fault?!
 
An open chest (is) plundered
In mind we numb and begin revolving
 
Spinning straw into old, to stow way and fester mold
Adding layers, stripping years
My ride will end in tears
 
There is no time to feel patient
No patience to feel time
Track Name: Walk the Path of Ash
Separate and diminish
Dress with a new shell
 
Vanish deep, walking in sleep
Shun those who let their love show
 
In this defense, a selfish plea
For you to live and maybe see
 
If you are a riddle that tricks then plagues with rust
I'll go unnoticed like the dust
 
Walk the path of ash, return to insanity
Walk the trap
 
It is more wretched than the usual prey
who take and fake with no merit, no trace
 
Gone is the one, our faces seep
We have not won, ashamed to weep
 
This is the toll, the broken gate
A wreath to lay on the grave of faith