Autumn are really cool gothic styled band. Some hard work and songs released on new wave gothic compilation CDs have gained them something of a following and a "one to watch out for" status. The Hating Tree is a really powerful album, especially the strong vocal prowess of Juile the singer.

	of moondrop tears solid steel, cold and angry bitter leather, silver terror of the distance between us now whitest pallor of blackest lips i have always stared at them and drowned my sails inside of you my whole body in a rage over air-brushed battles we have waged so terrified so terrified to divide and conquer the running-drunken-splendor over screaming blackest waters and the blood we shed in moondrop tears to remember the broken bottles railroad ties so torn and mangled that safer place - we had everything inching closer, salt of your fingers pressed against you, legs could not bear the weight of night, nor the stain of light heavy scent of pain in the air weeping for the stillness did not comfort us only frightened me to divide and conquer the running-drunken-splendor over screaming blackest waters and the blood we shared in moondrop tears now we lay a shallow grave to the end of sunlit days but we could have changed everything and forever i will carry your prayers to my lips returning the warmth to its master as you fade away in moondrop tears -oh god, i have always loved you. . . desert winds of jezebel winding fury in half-light morning desert winds of jezebel, home again she will drape the jewels from your praying hands entice you to the flawlessness of her homeland where the sun-bronzed women come come to set the earth afire with the power of their own hands they will run but they shall never tire desert winds of jezebel bring me home again you lift me higher than the night and being me home again a mother love so strong it tears the tired souls from their graves it lifts them higher than the night and brings them down again you give me hope you give me life give me your hope where the sun-bronzed women come come to set the earth afire with the power of their own hands they will run but they shall never tire so let the flowers dance and the wild skies rain let the great seas give homage jezebel - I have returned a mother love so strong - it tears the tired souls from their graves it lifts them higher than the night and brings them home again. the hating tree do you want to know what this has done to me? the rage pours down into pools of grieving and your smiles turn to leprosy turn to sickness spread into your hearts and the pain sinks roots which smother all but have borne a seedling - a life of hatred and distrust for you lied in ways. . . you never should have spoken your acceptance conditional your honesty with fingers crossed behind my back become the blade that stabs me over and over and over and over again this time the betrayal is forever this time will have been the last time i believe to have given my self away but now there is a new me so proud to be the hating tree my arms out-stretched - they will withstand most anything now there is a new me so sad to be the hating tree as an offering i gave my self the madness and the laughter insight a love so full and a mirror that once told me to believe again now cries with me for the loss i know too well and the pain sinks roots which smother all but have borne a seedling - a life of hatred and distrust for you lied in ways. . . you never should have spoken your acceptance conditional your honesty with fingers crossed behind my back become the blade that stabs me over and over and over and over again but this time the betrayal is forever this time will have been the last time i believe to have given my self away now there is a new me so proud to be the hating tree my arms out-stretched - they will withstand most everything now there is a new me so sad to be the hating tree how it came to be this way when candles and incense are not enough to dispel the death i die every day when an alter cloth over my wounds cannot stop the bleeding nor still my pain . . . i'd scale razors' sharpest light to see how it came to be this way that the sinking in my head becomes the death i die. . . when figurines twinkle as they crash to the floor and the diamonds crumble when there are no more when my body lingers at the killing site gather the sharpest stones for the chosen one . . . i'd gather razors of sharpest light to see how it came to be this way that the sinking in my head becomes the death i die. . . fire and wine and burning eyes bring me to this crazy fear fire and wine and burning lies live the master of my tears for when the hour has broken us we shall wonder - wonder who it was and how it came to be this way the death i die every fucking day and when the demons of my mind come to claw for table scraps tonight i shall kill them one by one and feed their corpses to the sun resurrection another year grows cold and closer still to another year i take an image - a scent of us - and will it to become closed eyes send you back to me (and you will never leave again) a memory of our sex has stained me and to wrap your breath about my pale frame would release me with no regrets and no remorse the loss is imminent but the gain was great these things are mine for now and always. another day grows old and so returns me to this place i embrace myself and hope the sorrow drains away closed eyes send you back to me (and you will never leave again) the sweetness of your skin has stained me and to taste myself upon your willing lips would release me and i would follow you anywhere and i would take you with me and when the dreams come i would follow you anywhere and when the dreams come i would take you with me another day grows tired and tears away my last defense lights extinguished - now all is still - i can feel you start to breath closed eyes send you back to me (and you will never leave again) the torture of this ritual is staining me but with fervor i reach out and draw you in with the hope that you may release me with no regrets and no remorse the loss is imminent but the gain was great these things are mine for now and always. and i would follow you anywhere and i would take you with me and when the dreams come i would follow you anywhere and when the dreams come i would take you with me don't you know that i would follow you anywhere atrophy torn muscles hang from the line sun-dried, now it's time for the feast and i wait in line with plate in hand but you've eaten all there is and my bones weep (i was never meant to...or maybe i was...) head raging and i'm so tired can't stand any more of this for when the state of the living is as the state of the dead such disillusionment is the end painstaking - every move a labor gnarled and ravaged bones protrude and i want to smear the disease across my ribs in the name of the father . . . atrophy begins (i was never meant to...or maybe i was...) left here, now on this precipice sun-dried tendons slide away into the cracks of desert sand my skeletal smile begs for more (i was never meant to...or maybe i was...) but like a trestle underwater, i drown too. the well glazed and wired on this stangest day choking on everything in me scraping the tar from the garden walls this duty frightens me deep the well deeper still the weight of my descent torrid waters emerge an acrid feast of sparrows drowning and in twilight hours it hopes to dream of restful places weeping as one the rain is all we have vultures fanning me with their hungry shadows they cannot hear the ticking inside my head they bury me just the same deep the well deeper still the weight of my descent filling, surrounding me i, too, become the well a waiting time opening the doors opening the rooms to us a hope to transcend this deadened consciousness i call home passion drains the pain away biting through as ice storms wait to pierce the flesh and i wait too a wild eyed child running faster than the echo of her mother's loving voice closing over us all opening the doors opening the rooms to us a prayer to feel again the warmth of memories i call home spellbound into this domain of dreamlike waters' heavy groan it is nothing more than that that which we have always known: that six months is not long enough to forget that everything erased will be written again for now we know, the waiting is until the end the waiting is until the end oceans we walk beneath the waves of sand as dreams of starfish overwhelm and bluest greens like liquid fire pour over us as silence reigns to swirl to dance into you and i our wailing anguish - so stripped away oceans apart distance overcome oceans apart distance overcome oceans apart distance overcome faith restored to the skies seconds seconds once ignored - now cherished as they begin to tick away panting, like a dog in the wind throat constricted ha ha swelling as a tumor - i can scarcely breathe my eyes stand in the way to the world i need to see hazy melting images coated in glue begin sliding from my view and i trample on top of them now a blind fool oh my heavy aching legs cannot do the work of ten men to lift my feet of stone clumsy, my arms long and leaden - they drag behind me carving deep trenches in the rotting earth oh so tightened stretched beyond belief my skin cracks with the weight of my dying body and the rage inside my head blood trickles down from my burning eyes and stings my charred lips oh dear god - if you would but save me! so much as a finger on my hand surely i could climb atop a cloud in your sky and echo your praises into the light of a new day but my words are lost as my bones snap suddenly and i am left to lie upon the burning remnants of my life seconds eternity the clock ceases inside of me oh this silence, this emptiness inside for the grinding of my teeth at the searing pain of my flesh and the stench which infiltrates my every pore silence eternity might as well relax it's much too late to cancel all my reservations in hell suffer the wild dogs deep inside of me like castle spires tasting raw earth as the bleed into me at this darkest hour the dogs have arrived an industrial cemetery is my only offering smell the dogs and bathe their feet in the light they shall retreat but the sorrows they have seen must incite you to believe tasting our scorn they turn away from the ruins of our decay but the sorrows they have seen must incite you to believe holding them so close to me to cradle them in the softest breeze amidst shadowed forest greens now plowed away to starve their dreams crawling now on wounded limbs over colorless stone and stained glass debris at this the darkest hour i will join the dogs a smothered howl is my only offering smell the dogs and bathe their feet in the light they shall retreat but the sorrows they have seen must incite you to believe tasting our scorn they turn away from the ruins of our decay but the sorrows they have seen must incite you to believe even now and in the morning after years have passsed it seems even now to overwhelm me and in the stillness after life has passed it seems even now to grow like cancer and in the fallout after war days have passed it seems even now to keep from dying and there you are, folding deep into and through me and there you are, keeping distant all who knew me filling me with a new kind of life but it's one i never wanted, one i never imagined and even now, you send me reeling for you and i have been together much too long and though i drink my mind will not grow numb 'cause it's one i never wanted, one i never imagined even now, you know it sends me reeling for you and i have been together much to long much too long, don't you know so here we are, and here it goes again i know i've waited much too long i have weighed it all, delayed the fall but even so, even now