The Gold Baton on 12" black vinyl. Limited to 100 copies.
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lyrics
A town
That I ignored
Until my friend drove
Crashed
Into a store
Through the window
You won’t find any of us left
A pounce
In public, laws
Circling on you
Accounts
Of your old flaws
Fill the home room
You won’t feel anyone’s effect
You won’t find anything at all
You won’t find any truth
You’ll just find attitudes
A fist that’s grip is filled with
All that I can fold and get around
Without a sense of all I've handed out
But yes, the space is cold
And I guess it’s this amount that I can
Hold, and figure out
Where the end goes
supported by 18 fans who also own “Where the End Goes”
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 “Where the End Goes”
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