The Gold Baton on 12" black vinyl. Limited to 100 copies.
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lyrics
Lies soft on crime fill my mind
My star-shaped believer soars
Pick another force
Past all eyes of gods
Slayed fall down dead in my lap
My heartbeat believer born
To another form
Past all lies untold
Alternating daughters on the second floor
We could talk unheated like we’d done before
If I sincerely hated what I’m out here for
Then I would thump negated on the bathroom door
Far away from my likeness corpse
They waste our days filled with lust
Those tar-feather, fevered foes
Dipping all their toes
Into private ponds
Case closed unfaced awful night
My starvation faded first
Prior to the thirst
Toast to lousy cause
Alternating daughters on the second floor
We can talk unheated like we’d done before
If I sincerely hated what I’m out here for
Then I would thump negated on the bathroom door
Far away from my likeness are the audience forms
Forget that corpse!
Alternating daughters on the second floor
We can talk unheated like we’d done before
If I sincerely hated what I’m out here for
Then I would thump negated on the bathroom door
Far away from my likeness
Are the obvious phrases
Long unable to shatter
All the audience forms
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
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