Cinema B

Cinema B is Zack Trahan (drums, vocals, guitars, bass, knick-knacks) and Ryan Kershaw (guitars, vocals, bass, knick-knacks). Over the course of one year marked by tumultuous change, the full-length “Mudhalla” was composed and recorded at home in Boston and Brooklyn. Happily abandoning all logistics in terms of having enough arms and legs to perform the recorded material live, “Mudhalla” is a dynamic expanse, dense with colors, characters and landscapes embodied by only the two multi-instrumentalists.

Trahan and Kershaw now make a home in the big-pretty-rock project, Fortunaut.

  • Coyote

    lyrics

    Where do you wander when
    all the birds have flown?
    The mountain’s overgrowing the valley.
    And don’t you wonder when
    all the birds have flown
    the holy mountain home overlooking the sea.

    I will be your whole life.
    Convince yourself
    of your whole life.

  • Plateau

    lyrics

    Lately I feel tongue-tied.
    Pig in a wheel.
    Get down your knees.
    Brace tight.
    Take what you need.

    You touch. I steal.
    Reach for a prisoner meal.
    Turn up your hands.
    Think twice.
    Take what you can.

    It doesn’t matter if I don’t see this through
    Crawl into a corner and pay my dues.
    ‘Cause living in the cut-throat dark, it’s never gonna stop

    Your touch, I feel. Tongue-tied.
    Pig in a wheel.
    Get down to your knees.
    Ask nice. You are what you plead.

    It doesn’t matter if I don’t see this through
    Crawl into a corner and pay my dues.
    ‘Cause living in the cut-throat dark, it’s never gonna stop.

    Lately I feel
    tongue-tied.
    Pig in a wheel.

  • Mudhalla

    lyrics

    Well don’t you think you need to seek your health?
    At least that’s what myself tells myself to remember
    but only when it’s clear I’ve forgotten.
    And memories irresistible to me
    keep my mouth cornered, curls head up and plainly.
    Burying me by the book and not by the book.

    For clarity, take it off my shelf.
    Get me some closure, throw it in the well,
    for reverence sake, ought I look a little closer?
    Upon the leaves, prints of some strange animal’s weave.
    Let’s track them down. Study them quietly while they sleep.

    Steady now.
    Don’t fall back in.
    I’m confident.
    Just a peak, oh.
    It’s taking hold.
    I told you so
    warm outside
    I think I’ll lose my mind.

    And I’m home for the holidays forever.
    Sipping tea in Paris with a girl I still adore.
    See the madness coming through the amber leaves
    to mess me all about.
    Wave so long to solid ground.
    Thank my family.

    Lying face down in the frame of the door.
    The sunlight illuminates the dust on the floor
    and all the footprints that came before.
    And those impressions in the grime
    remind me that times gone by
    do not drive me any more than
    the paw print drives the paw.

OGR Releases

Mudhalla

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