Vicious Circle

by Four Point Restraints

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released July 14, 2017

Evan Gadowski - lead vocals, guitar, piano
Meagan Day - bass, backing vocals
Mike Cashin - drums, percussion
Will Barry - lead guitar, mandolin, harmonica

Featuring:
Mei Ohara - violin
Ryan Coomey - accordion

Recorded & mixed by Elio DeLuca at The Soul Shop in Medford, MA
Produced by Four Point Restraints & Elio DeLuca
Mastered by Mark Donahue at Soundmirror, Inc. in Jamaica Plain, MA

All music & lyrics by Evan Gadowski and Will Barry
*except for the bridge melody of "Haydn's Head," from Symphony No. 94 ("The Surprise Symphony"), second movement, composed by Joseph Haydn

(C) 2017

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Four Point Restraints Boston, Massachusetts

We are Four Point Restraints, a Boston-based indie rock group formed in June 2010. We gig extensively all over the Boston and greater-Boston area, broadening our fan-base, making a name for ourselves, and honing a distinctly eclectic borderline-schizophrenic musical style.

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    Salem, MA

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Track Name: Bastard Town
Like a tyrant’s crown, this bastard town,
It gleams in the morning light
Same as it did the day I swore
I was never coming back
Forever bound . . . to this bastard town . . .
And so we are revolvers, all fated someday to return

I was three-day drunk, flat broke and sunk
So low no arms could reach me
The prodigal son returned,
Haggard as Lazarus awakened
Burn it down . . . this bastard town . . .
And piss upon the ashes, my spirit so remiss
I doubt that even the risen Christ had a morning bad as this

Like headstones on some mist-cloyed hills,
Reflecting in the waters
Of the solemn brook they overlook,
These loathsome buildings loom
Let it drown . . . this bastard town . . .
And on the laden air hangs the scent of a coming rain
And on the laden air hangs the scent of a coming rain
Track Name: Haydn's Head
Doldrum days drift away, but the hurt remains,
Like cleft roots and the plucked rose, brood in repose,
Longing to someday meet again
And this I swear: If it takes me centuries,
I’ll come back to you and ever after rest in peace

Destiny beckons me home for I refuse to be
A grim spectacle for fools, like relics tooled
From some long-dead saint’s dulled bones
And I don’t care if it takes me centuries,
I’ll come back to you and ever after rest in peace

To perfumed dark at last returned, though it’s been so long
I feel a stranger here with you, but we’ll pull through
And face the sweet abyss head-on
For I did swear: If it takes me centuries,
I’ll come back to you and ever after...rest in...peace
Track Name: Blood Feud
She was a country girl in a little village outside of Shkodër
Her husband was a vicious man
Whose blood would boil as it ran, his blood would boil as it ran
He’d slap her around their little house,
He’d beat her to a bloody pulp,
Poor peasant girl meek as a mouse,
He'd beat her to a bloody pulp, beat her to a bloody pulp

One night he took it all too far, caved in her skull with an iron bar
It’s mad what raki can make a bad man do,
Mad what raki can make a bad man do,
Mad what raki can make a bad man do
Maybe the dinner was too cold, perhaps the sex had gotten old
But once her brains moved out her head,
He knew for sure that she was dead
He knew for sure that she was dead, he surely knew…

See the father pound his fist
And grit his teeth and wring his wrists
Hear the mother sob and weep,
The pain cuts deep, she cannot sleep
‘No, no, no, no, our little girl’
In a little village outside of Shkodër, the blood feud has returned

On that bleak burial day, they put the body down to lay
The family members wail and pray,
The mother screams a furious cry,
"That cocksucker’s gonna fry!"
The husband who had run away,
They found him after several days
Without his fingers and his eyes, castrated and disemboweled,
Now it’s his mama’s turn to howl

It didn’t take too much to weed out who carried the horrid deed
Next her cousin was shanked outside a bar,
His uncle shot up in his car, not even safe was old Papa
O they found him floating down by the river,
His neck was attached to his head by a scant few skin threads
Retaliation to and fro, the bodies pile and, well, so it goes

See the father pound his fist
And grit his teeth and wring his wrists
Hear the mother sob and weep,
The pain cuts deep, she cannot sleep
No no, no, no, no, oh, the blood feud has returned

See the father pound his fist
And grit his teeth and wring his wrists
Hear the mother sob and weep,
The pain cuts deep, she cannot sleep
No no, no, no, oh, in a village outside of Shkodër,
The blood feud has returned
Track Name: O Rose Of May!
Strung-out and cold on the crosstown bus
My clothes still reek of you,
The cheap perfume in the motel room,
The burnt sulfur, and red columbines
You know I wear my Catholic guilt like a hand-me-down quilt
That keeps me comfy, cozy, and warm
As the fires of hell, oh they surely will
When it is that my time has come

Waiting to take a chance on secondhand romance,
Ready to take a chance, oh but you’re gone, long gone . . .

I remember it well, that roach motel
On the outskirts of this bastard town
With the curtains drawn on a cold gray dawn,
We drank pink champagne from paper cups
And then you left a lipstick-kiss on a napkin with
A phone number and a phony name
Said, “It’s been a pleasure,” took the money on the dresser,
And then you walked on out that door

It’s then I saw the Virgin Mary in a water-stain buried
In the ceiling weeping graywater tears
And made a full confession to my nickel 57,
Spun a bullet in the chamber and fired

Waiting to take a chance on secondhand romance,
Russian roulette’s true test, oh but you’re gone, long gone

When I saw you that day beneath the overpass, baby,
On the arm of another man,
I’ll admit I saw red, maybe lost my head
When I drew thunder from the clear blue sky,
And left a bloody crater with the bullet from the chamber
Of the gun that wouldn’t kill me,
Like a kiss from Cupid’s arrow,
Then watched you spasm in the shadows
As the light left your upturned eyes

Waiting to take a chance on secondhand romance,
Requiescat In Pace ‘cause you’re gone, long gone
You’re gone, oh you’re gone, gone, you’re gone,
And the rain’s gonna come, you’re gone...
Track Name: The Wrath Of Miller's Daughter
Up and down these cobbled streets,
Battered faces leer at me
Through these corrugated corridors,
Blasted by the wild sea breeze
It was in the year eighteen-aught-five,
Barely alive, my father signed his will
That the tavern and its honored trade
Would be under our name still

With a series of sinister scars,
His face glared ugly from the bar
My mouth was dry, I met his eyes,
I could not help but turn away
The autumn blustered as I mustered
My strength to gather within
I could barely register what he said
Above the caterwaul and din, above the caterwaul and din

His killer's eyes, his bluefish smile,
His skin's constellations of sutures
Caused sweat to trickle down my neck,
Like some form of Chinese torture
I walked past the counter,
Steadied my hands as my heart fluttered,
Seized the poker from the mantel piece
As the fire roared and sputtered
I was so deft and surreptitious
As the fire roared something vicious

The church bells chimed throughout the wharf,
Across Boston and Charlestown
I lifted the blessed poker high
And onto his skull I brought it down
The flickering flames of the lanterns danced
Upon his countenance I shattered
And with the bottle's bottom of Barbadian rum,
Mashed a pulp of viscera and grey matter,
A pulp of viscera and grey matter

Then I took a slug from the jug of rum
To chase the cold away,
Doffed my hat in respect and honor,
Said, "You'll never take the bar of Miller's daughter!"
Yea, this man, thick as three planks,
Tried to steal my life from me
Oh how his long hair moved just like kelp
When I tossed him in the sea,
Yea, I tossed him in the sea

Rumors float around the pier, I, in my heels and garter,
Have little to fear for none will dare
To incur the wrath of Miller's daughter
The waves break, the gale peals,
Like masses led to the slaughter
And it is told from Copp's Hill down the wharfs
To avoid the wrath of Miller's daughter,
Avoid the wrath of Miller's daughter
Track Name: Happy End
The way she spoke of the Left-Hand path in her sequin dress
The will to power might as well
Have been tattooed across her breast
All sentiments bereft of pity, we watch this burning city
With stone enmity, with jaundiced eyes, we cast aside
The torch of pride that has left us...blind, that has left us blind

The man on the television demands that the harlequins repent
Another man boasts not to care or give thought to consequence
A flicker of ash in the immense space, dark matter all around
The vacuum is agape, devouring all light and all sound
The firmament is open wide, heaven torn asunder
The vast expanse reflected in those pearly eyes of...wonder
Those pearly eyes of wonder

Secure in your self-importance, your ego is a lie
The West will crumble into the sea, the weak will bend and die
The tears they are a-flowing for all things must collapse
Just when we thought we had all in our grasp
Don’t hold another breath, now don’t hold another breath
For it could be your...last, it could be your last!

Now a nightmare of memories comes galloping back,
There’s no refuge from the past
Now a ceremony of memories comes racing back,
There’s no refuge from the past
Oh happy end, oh happy end, oh happy end, oh happy end
Track Name: Green Shores
Over the wind-harrowed hills, through the weltering mist
Hunted by the moon’s absinthe eye
I’m standing amidst the wheat and the alien corn

Scraps of past hopes and desires
Die like stars in their courses and I’m knockin’ on rotten wood
I saw the green shores in my dreams

The green shores, take me home
I saw the green shores, take me home

Haunted by the ghost of her smile
A garden of mysteries before me beguiles
I miss the cruel comfort of her lies

The green shores, take me home
I saw the green shores, take me home

With my skewered heart and my battered brain
I’m drawn to the green shores once again
A mess of pottage in my head
I am the dead, I’m the better left unsaid
I am the dead, I’m the better left unsaid

The green shores, take me home
I saw the green shores, take me home
Green shores, take me home
I saw the green shores, take me home