rough mix. fall/winter 2016.
track off of new full length record.
Who are you, sipping pale air
I have dropped my eyes.
Who are you, with excommunicator lips
And a tongue sapphire, smooth
Let the temple fold in on itself
as if a black hole
Until nothing remains, not even the dated photographs
Or chrysanthemums kept below floorboards
dried and arranged in your memory
Sequestered for ten years
but I heard your voice one minute too late
My life to the tune of closing doors
scratched a line to separate mine and yours
I never meant to disappoint you
but the fuck if I turn back
with my tail between my legs
walked out in rain
i chose my path
released February 5, 2016
recorded/mixed (roughly!) - lealand grauwiler
ps. we are in search of a label/labels who might be interested in helping us release a 12". get at us on facebook maybe? thanks!
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