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about
(Send a postcard to the oil wells, fuel the machine)
lyrics
Melting metal spine holds its chest to breathe once
Tell me a lie and drag it through the cold months
Deep inside your skin runs a framework
Connected to the molten heart
Plant your feet below a neon sign
The only refuge from the backrooms of your mind
Is out there in motion
You don’t move you’re still in line
Still in line
(Melting metal spine)
You’re a dry mine
(Static choking eyes)
Stuck in constant slide
Scrap metal skin hugging radiator lungs
Your knees held by these rusting bolts have sunk
And a saw blade stomach rips right through your corpse
Or an unfeeling body that still feels sore
Your skin seeps through the sidewalk
It left your bones to climb skyward
I know you don’t know
You’re stuck in static motion
AM radio
Tuned to two-seventy
Waves disguised as static
You’ve got no notion
Gears grind
Greased up to avoid stops
(There’s something about this place, there’s something under its face)
Rusted sheets
Trap water in their pockets
(The ground is trying to erode, the earth is trying to explode)
The sidewalk shifts as your shoes sit still
The late carousel is pointing downhill
Smoke rising from the sewer grates pushed westward by the wind
The world is a looping radio show
Forever unfinished
Your skin seeps through the sidewalk
It left your bones to climb skyward
I know you don’t know
You’re stuck in static motion
AM radio
Tuned to two-seventy
Waves disguised as static
You’ve got no notion
It’s not fuzz it’s voices
Speaking forgotten
Syllables making
Fading words an ocean
Your ribs step starward
You think you’ve found a way
To get away but you’re
Stuck in static motion
You’ve got no notion
That the ground moves beneath your feet
You’re stuck in static motion
You’ve got no notion
That the ground moves beneath your feet
Moves beneath your feet
Moves beneath your feet
Moves beneath your feet
Moves beneath your feet
Fabricated nights
Dull texts in straight and bold fonts
Still spewing lies
Didn’t miss you through the cold months
Please feel around my skin
I swear there’s something, there’s something to give
I feel exactly the same way
Every ever fading day
I see exactly the same grays
Every over prolonged day
I see exactly what I’m worth
A trespasser on home turf
A roadmap to all that’s erased
Vacant eyes pale lifeless face
credits
from ...And It's Blinding,
released July 1, 2023
Alex Penn- Bass
Evren Centeno- Drums, Vocals, Vibraphone, Trumpet
Nathan McMurray- Guitars, Vocals, Bowed Guitars, Bass, Bowed Bass, Piano, Banjo, Slide Guitar, Rain Stick, Sound Collage
Francis Brazas- Trombone
The AM Radio Choir is:
Francis Brazas
Connar Cavanaugh
Eilee Centeno
Evren Centeno
Awsaf Halim
Will Huffman
Charlie Johnston
Julie McMurray
Ivy McPherson
Henry Tartt White
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