The Gold Baton on 12" black vinyl. Limited to 100 copies.
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lyrics
In time
I'll report
My observations
for all to sort
Tiny cop cars
Overboard
A disappearance
A building short
On ground
I could see
The tire tracks stop
Incomplete
Discarding orders
Refusing sleep
A walkie talkie
Puddle-deep
I found the porthole
I peered inside
I watched the Nighthost
Enter mine
He said:
"I would give my hidden for somewhere to hide
Take my keys, my numbers, my secrets and slime
I would give my hidden for somewhere to hide"
I felt that pushed-off sleep pushing back into time
A coded cab ride
With no receipt
And horrified my maître d'
I watched the mirror
Undistort
He handed me a
Suggestion form
He said:
"I would live if only they offered rewards
I would live if only they offered rewards
Just sweep this whole spilled purse back to where it was sourced
Just sweep this whole spilled purse back and have it reversed!"
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