The Gold Baton on 12" black vinyl. Limited to 100 copies.
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lyrics
Their eyes on every page
Separately they strain to
Carve what they are
Into each cast full of stars
And into each face at the bar
You can never look past
The deadbeat dads
‘Til you’ve fleshed out their character arcs
And destiny’s such a weird word
I guess to me it was a name first
All it implies
Are missteps of spaces and times
Impossible leaps of the mind
Can a terrified chase
Into one fixed place
Lead the lost to declare that they’re fine?
And I don’t care if it’s that
Because we’re too young to be correct
And we’re too old to fear effect
Your chemistry set said it first
Not reading ahead made the mess worse
All I endure
A pretty face smashed in manure
Accumulates thousands of viewers
You can get never get back
All the long-dead laughs
At a character wrongfully skewered
And I don’t care if it’s that
We’re too dumb to know the depth
Still we’re allowed to feel upset
Hold your cares back
Loudly share that
I’ve been allowed to be bored
Hold your cares back
I’ll be there yet
Hardly allowed to be born
And there’s light there
And it’s right there!
They can’t hold us back
Because they fear what we lack
And that fear’s all we are
supported by 18 fans who also own “All That I Are”
A deeply layered labyrinth of sounds structures that submerge you in a disorienting haze of melodies. Most tracks are fully fledged but it's the shorter, interlude-like tracks that serve each time they appear, in submerging the listener further into deeper levels within the album's signature sonic codas, until you can no longer find your way back out of the maze. However, it's doubtful you will want out. fran3000
supported by 18 fans who also own “All That I Are”
everything is fine. nothing is ok. dog and i are on a late night walk. we are together. we are in our own worlds. all is well. nothing is certain. there is the rhythm of street light, shadow, street light, shadow, street li--- we should go home now, Maggie is sleeping. artistreader