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brother why the blueish hue

by empty grows every bed

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Euan Murphy This manages to sound incredibly happy and incredibly sad at the same time. <3 Favorite track: this could be my hoover dam.
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ASP For moments of hallowed heartbreak & fragile breath.
For everlasting flames & the water that attempts to smother; conjuring steam.
A mix of sacral sorrow & true sentience.
~𐌙.:.* #nuncaforever *.:.𐌙~ Favorite track: nunca.
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1.
nunca 00:41
i'm stuck here sitting in this fucking parking lot drinking the gasoline and telling myself that the matches are coming, the matches are coming but the matches, they never came // too busy burning bridges i guess.
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do you ever wander, do you stray from the pact do you find laughter in all that is cast aside they could hear the sadness in my voice i'm all head in hands // thought maybe this could be my hoover dam last call fr drowning in derelict apartments eat shit down yr stairwell & call it catharsis we're pissin' like it's poetry fuck the number fourty three s'pose that's all i'll ever be a void or an anomaly the girls i meet are not refined "the boys i mean are not refined" yr namesake ... an appendage leeched i'll see you in caesura, lumi some consistency, more than a week of things yr never gonna get it no yr not snapchat of you laughing at the ways in which you let things fall apart.
3.
talk about our tired eyes teeth like sweaters // fag-ashen fingers & braille goosebumps the details, oh how they dizzy themselves.
4.
why envy the lives of others when yrs is just as much a mess of ill-documented clutter apathy runs rampant abroad the fields where plows of the could-not-care-lesses yield just in time for harvest i look like a death in the family.
5.
we're making new meanings of an archaic tongue (for the sake of feeling young ... again) forfeit family who reap in the tangibility of mistakes for the sake of feeling young; abandoned homes what doesn't kill you only makes you wish that you were dead (there is honor in a name // but not mine) what of yrs? why should i climb the lookout? why should i even try?
6.
oh, we're taking textbook turns at calloused throats and shaking roots we've stumbled as giants by the ocean on pathways too narrow our motions don't be, don't bother a hiccup, a hoax (to try) brother why the blueish hue don't you know what's good for you the devil sure knows how to row we pendulate our problems rather than resolve them the future isn't ours // ex's & oh's on the outbound i'm not the one who nailed the coffin shut.

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recorded, mixed & mastered by will killingsworth at dead air studios
artwork by joel kirschenbaum

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released March 24, 2016

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