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Mom Beautiful music by very talented musicians I'm happy to call friends. You'll listen over and over. Favorite track: Movement on a Beach.
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1.
Cat tails are winning Wars waged in warm breeze The tides return recede return recede Shifting shell and sand Rewriting history Wind pulls at my clothes Like lustful monsters I refuse to know Birds are diving down into the blue Crafting crystal pillars Tall and proud then fall to ruin
2.
Nothing's mine when I'm keeping track of time its easier to lose yourself under the swell than paddling the surface when it's hot as hell sitting at the table with the wild eyes and white teeth of animals isolation's doing crazy things to me familiar faces speaking but I just can't seem to understand anything watch the way the bodies move steady myself or else I'll lose my balance teeters dangerously on the gazes that i meet is it really easier behind the glass away from strangers asking their "how do you do's" or "whats your name?" "how are you?" its hard to see when you're fogging up the glass its hard to breathe and the tide is rising fast slip into the sea like a child falling asleep study my reflection in the glass halls of the deep even on the seabed where the only eyes are mine the sun's still casting shadows of the surface left behind
3.
I kept your letters for a while til my room burst into flame I kept your coat on for a while til the summer stole it away I've been building ships in bottles I've been climbing towers of rubble And I can't recall what it's like to even look you in the eye
4.
bright faced and wide strides here they come like hot sweats in the night fortune follows those who follow through but I'm always say and never do I'm trying to be a bolder shape in soft shadows of softer space I'm fine with living honestly as long as I've got time to dream arrogant or audacious? will I ever know the difference? will I answer honest to their inquisitions when honestly I trust the word of no one and all our thoughts escaped our mouths like fire had come to drive them out what is life but act and scene? what is love but two people trying? I don't mind small talk or to simply sit in silence if we just wax indignant does that make us better friends? I don't mind if you take your time
5.
The Eclipse 04:01
blood moon rising in the springtime its another day, its another night how many years does it take to purge the soil of all the weeds its as if their hands are still around my body I'm hesitating at the edge of the water you're waiting and the sun's on my skin I wish you'd just pull me in learning to trust my fragile body knowing very well it will surely betray me and I surely don't mean to be so sensitive but it'd be nice if you'd remove your fingers from my neck I am running out of breath its such a strange thing to feel powerful walking the streets starts to feel more like a battle I am capable allowing myself to falling right into the sea of you, and all its deepest hues I'm losing myself in all my perverse constructions and the way out is skewed voices crawl the sidewalks in the half moon like kudzu vines they're coming to envelope you another living statue for the forest shadows of the creatures that destroy us
6.
I fell for it I fell for it fell into it fell into it I tried I tried I know it was wrong I know I know I know I know I know I know it was wrong I know I don't belong to anyone despite what I want I tried I tried now whats done is done and whats gone is gone whats done is done
7.
po południu na dzień wiosny pojdzemy do parku uciec od jej ojciec Agnieszka kochała mnie ona była moja moja w marzeniach Jezus Chrystus był uczciwy jego zamiary były dobre jestem też uczciwa walks in the evening I think of us then living in dreams while counting our sins Agnieszka, I understand cause nothing is more frightening than one's own skin
8.
cast off your shadow we all know where you're from wipe your eyes of sleep you've been gone too long isn't it funny describing a dream that was yours alone summer roaches crawling around the yard you've been so careful not to misstep but how could you forget you were never in charge isn't it strange when you mind is awake but you still can't move your arms or legs I saw the marble canyon etched into a blue horizon clouds float right above the cliffs like sailors come to dock their ships and i could feel the scenery as if it were inside of my body reaching deep into my vision a timelessness that breaks divisions between a world that we created and the one beneath thats always existed we live in a manufactured harmony will we let it manufacture you and me?
9.
I saw you there in my sleep blood on my hands and I knew you could see what they say about love isn't true I sighed and I heard you sigh too What would you die for, if anything at all? I dream of silence but in the morning silence never follows me home I saw a man crouching down in the street blood on his hands and he knew I could see what they say about trust isn't true I cried and I heard him cry too what would you die for, if anything at all? I dream of silence, but silence never follows what would you live for, if anything at all? I dream of violence and violence comes whether you want it to or not when theres nothing left you fall into step
10.
Oshima 02:57
I found you gazing into the pools of the low tide all of the tiny worlds appear right before your eyes I saw tracing shapes into the sand to be washed away in waves of blue and with the water up to your waist you wondered if you'd wash away too and in the air you hear it the movement on the beach the structure, the form, the orchestration of the sea

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released June 27, 2015

Tracks 1, 3 and 8 recorded by Dominic Armstrong at 513 Analog Recording studios in Tempe, AZ
Tracks 2, 4, 5, 6, 7, 9, 10 recorded by Eamon Ford at various grandmothers’ houses in Montauk and Phoenix
Production, mixing, and mastering by Eamon Ford
Album design by Lauren Jordan
Photo by Eamon Ford

Bass/Sick Baritone: Sam Cogen
Percussion on track 1 and 3: Dominic Armstrong
Percussion on track 6 and 9: Eamon Ford
All other percussion: Gina Lacagnina

Big huge thanks to Dom and 513 Analog Recording Studios , Sam and Sam’s grandma, Eamon for countless sleepless nights and for meeting absurd deadlines, Sean Loiselle, Ben Backhaus and Nick Shekerjian for sharing space and taking photos, all of our friends who committed time and talent to help us out, and our moms and dads, extended family, cats, and all other friends.

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