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released September 22, 2017

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Track Name: Hunter
You’re the opposite of mannerly, an effigy of an uncommonly cold precept. So I’ve reset my status quo, redacted those ancient quotes, and while I’m nascent in my regard I still hold you in with my heat. I never thought I’d hear it from you. There’s goodwill in my devil skin. I hope it’s enough because love I am ready. Shit luck for us they’re skimming thin.

No chorus to this song. It’s a stalemate, enough you’ve won. You’ve taken eight years off my life but I still hold you in with my heat. You are enough for me. But that fence, I think we jumped it one too many times. I’m clipped I can’t move on. No sense in holding on. So show me what I can’t see. There isn’t a revival here. I’ve been singing the same old blues for so many years. Have I lost track? Or you all just sold out. There’s goodwill in my devil skin. I hope it’s enough because love I am ready.
Track Name: Snake Oil Salesman
Who knows what’s best for this ancient, anxious head? I keep slipping into reverse. I keep dipping into dead ends. I keep reading my own thesis. But I want to be around. I just want to be around. So you pick the best years and I’ll try to show up to them. I’m not one to know when to speak out or steer clear, but snake oil salesman I know what you’ve been selling. I’m angry with myself because I let myself get sewn up in your stitch. It’s a poor seam hemmed from a heavy hand, a heavy hand that I got used to. It’s a site I’ve seen before. A pure form, straight line, that’s bent to fit. Well hijacked for cash, there’s no doubt about that. I know enough to know you’re no good at heart. There’s no doubt in my mind that I could never do that, would never do that with you. So snake oil salesman, I’m not buying a thing I just wish you would leave us alone. It’s a cruel joke from a cruel hand you played. I want to be around. We’re all going to stick around, enough to see you out.
Track Name: North Lynx
I’ve been distracted and distant. I’m all out of ideas. The bees keeping swarming around me and the sun starts running on empty. Grace once watched over me as well, but not anymore, I don’t want to go. I couldn’t just leave it all. I couldn’t stop craving the tension. But we keep winning the races. We’re framed, we’re fine, we’re good enough. We set our sails with the north wind. In love or vein it’ll need a winch, to carry us above because you need to know the winds. I’m all out of everything, lacking in oxygen. So you came to me in cloak and you spoke to me in slang. You sing as loud as the sirens.
Track Name: Cricket In The Yard
You’re right on time, my anxious mind. Forecasting fucked up things I’ll probably do tonight. You wouldn’t wait for me. No. You wouldn’t wait for me. Gut check in the backyard. I’m cutting this all out now. I have some bright ideas. I just need to show them to someone, to anyone. I have no means or no ways to show them. Stitches in our names and guilt riddled in our bones, so how do we relate? How can we relate? We’re cut up on the rocks. I can’t even speak your name. Shit luck we’re thrown in the seas. You’re right on time, my antique mind. Forecasting fucked up things I know I’ll do tonight. You wouldn’t wait for me. No. You wouldn’t wait for me. I have bright ideas.
Track Name: Hawk In My Head
I’ve toed a line. Kicked up enough sand, but I still can’t understand your absence over water seeking land. I thought you’d be there. I hoped you would. Hawk in my head lead me straight back to the woods. Relate until we’re tired, or roam until we’re humble. It was early into our love. We got scared and became honest. Did it go missing? Or have we lost it. It’s nothing on you, but this weight won’t carry. Was love there in those dark days when we needed it, like I need it now? I’ve toed this line. Got it wrong so many times, but I still can’t understand. We’re in this together. I thought you’d be there. I hoped you would. Hawk in my head lead me straight back to my girls. We relate. We’ll grow old in these woods.
Track Name: Empty Hands
You’re coded in your thoughts. I can’t say I’m surprised. A dip into brackish waters. What a dicey surmise. I’ll drift along carried on by some trade winds. Maybe I can’t fight these gales the way you did. I’m roaming around in the back of my head. I’m looking for ends, but find it open. I left you out to dry. I would wait for it. I’d never let you, you’ll never walk alone. Would you wait for me? I never think of the times when you stayed near, but I long for you now with my empty hands. The neap tides and half moons that hold me here. The long nights in mangroves that hold me here. Your coy quips and small talk that holds me here. A dip into brackish water. No one’s surprised that we stay a float. I’ll wait for the spring tide to tell you all the ways I need you here. I need you here with me stuck inside these weeds because I learn from your love.
Track Name: Short Stem
I hold tight my horses or they’ll run. You know how I get when they’re off. That’s why I hold tight my horses or they’ll run. Nail in the coffin, I never thought I’d ride it so far. I’m just repeating the same love songs I sing in the dark. I’d rather be the dog howling, focused on a moon rising. You know how I am. The short stem on your stalk when you walk. That’s why I hold tight my horses or they’ll run. I know you’ll always run. You know where I am. Always lost in foreign lands. You know how I am.
Track Name: Rooftops
We waste our days on old rooftops joining our old forlorn cores. Giving back our borrowed time, talking theory of minds. I can’t stand this place anymore than you can. Staring past our sparrow’s perch it’s something. We waste our days with sunburnt skin, kissing ours and caving in. These rooftops will grow again. I’d rather grow old on the sea than wither on the L. I’d rather play my piecemeal music than mimic a charlatan. It’s a pretty fucked up thing you said. It’s a pretty fucked up way to live your days. Your right arm, the good one, or say it to my face. We’re separate but the same. I can’t distinguish us.
Track Name: Leopard's Paw
You’re like an old cold waiting for the season, with a soundtrack ripping blue grass. And you’re on it, like you’re with me. The sound is so clear. Your life line is an inspiration, but it serves me as a degradation. I can barely hear you flying in with your brown eyes. Your tired soul keeps coming in line with a bearing I set in the strangest times. So take me over. Take me whole. Take me over. You are all that’s left. We are all entangled. So leopard’s paw come and find me. It’s death or arriving. If this is it, it’s not on you.
Track Name: Greyhound
I see you sprinting through old cobblestones, old oaks. Old friend I miss you. I heard your sparrow sing hiding in the trees. I couldn’t place him, so I just hummed along. You’re my greyhound. Old friend I miss you. So we set sail at first light. You run just to run again. I wait without my better sense. You run just to run again. I wait, I guess it’s love again. Come on and drag me out, it’s still shallow in these grounds. I’ve fucked myself enough times to know a rising neap from a spring. I’m stuck somewhere in between. I ask you for some shelter, but I know your dogs run free.
Track Name: Split Logs
Look up they’re splitting logs again in our backyards. They’re taking off. Look out I’m falling out of trees again. Murmur in my heart, pressure on my walls. Heads up I’m making saves again. Stretching out these wrists. Stop your solipsistic ramblings, we shoot equal par with common thoughts we share like mine and yours. We’re two logs split right open with our rotten wood exposed in the dark. Look out I’m falling out of trees again. Murmur in heart, pressure on these walls. Lie in the weeds and lose your head again. Lovers never meet, they’ve known all along. Heads up I’m making saves again. Stretching out these wrists. Pressure on these walls, I’ve climbed them far too many times. So take some time to think about it. You have secrets, but I have sequence. So take some time to think about it. Come back I can’t live without it.

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