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Seasons change and I change my mind
Wash myself with a robin’s egg
Come with me to pass the time
Honey dripping down my leg
Yes, I know there’s time
Yes, I know there’s time
Seasons change and I follow suit
Safest things in an unsafe mind
Something’s coming over you
Bite the lemon to the rind
Yes, I know there’s time
Yes, I know there’s time
I wanna love you
I wanna love you
I wanna love you
Not just be your friend
Seasons changed and so do you
Fewer friends are hard to find
Something’s coming over you
Bite the lemon
Yes, I know there’s time
Yes, I know there’s time
I wanna love you
I wanna love you
I wanna love you
Not just be your friend
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Your perfect brain:
Makes me nervous
Perfect politic
Secret wooden oar, different shape before
Calendar full
Market research
Paint your fingers
Strophic song
Inner reference
I know you hate that
Never seen before
Circumstantial home
Calendar full
I’m moving house
Faster exit
Happily
Ever after
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the thinnest passageway is older than the endpoint, you are the neutral means for the journeys of your friends , sometimes you force yourself to , run what constitutes a mile, you are tearing up the yard, it will be your time again in awhile, and then it's gone :: see what constitutes the end times they're so near us; sometimes you rise to sound the fundamental tone, you are the programmer of the sequence of the drums; you know that's not an option; ; run what constitutes an hour, you are fixing up your car. it will be your time, they say, for a while, but then they're gone; see what constitutes the end times, they're so near us. heroes populate the building, they live alone, vacantly i tell the hallways, don't run long...
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Happy Fourth of July
I am the credit card helping you find things to buy
I’ve never been a guy who would own you like that
Owe you one owe you one
Happy century swing
I see you love birds
Smeagling happily for the rings
I’ve never seen a pair who could groove it like that
Love your groove
Sad you'll move
I don’t want to see anyone gogo
But let’s not think about that
Let’s, yes, let’s, guess
Grill and chill, grill and chill
Christmas in July!
Happy Fourth of July
We are very certain that someday we will die
But this is not the time to talk about that
Gatorade in the shade
Grill and chill, grill and chill
Christmas in July!
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Heavy he lay
as a concussed angel
the weight of a future was weighing us down.
Each thought, once assembled,
would crumble like clay
as we made for the wildness of the northern mountains.
And we'd always said
that true love should be mindless
where the mushrooms decide to grow
we can't control.
When I taste your tongue
I want to know the deep scent of your gut
not just your heart but your blood
and we'll raise our mug of wine beneath pine trees
as I remember who's dying for me.
So sorry lamb I did not mean to kill ya
I just need your fleece to survive the cold winter.
And under the birch grown the amanita
Like blood on the sleet
or gifts under the tree.
So take this tea
I want to leave my footprints in your dreams
I want to follow the tracks of reindeer
until they disappear.
And who's that man
his face etched in the back of my hand
the big bellied shaman
I hear him hum
whenever I come
and it helps me get born again.
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Eyes as bright as blue corn
Don’t know why I was born
Don’t know why I was born
The flame, the realisation
The shadow is the form
Don’t know why I was born
So on we go now
Catching silk, translucent strings
Between God and the words of this song
But how the magpie bird
Treated me after the storm
It was pure god and there was nothing to interpret
Eyes as bright as blue corn
Don’t know why I was born
Don’t know why I was born
The scene plays over once more
Mum in a public hospital
So joyed that I was born
You’ve followed me home
So I thought that you should know
That I’m wild, like a landscape, when I cry
Let it remain unnamed
The sadness that swells with the rain
But then a comet appears
If you don’t look away
Baby don’t look away
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Frederic I know how it feels
So low, so low
Frederic I wept at home
So alone, so alone
Maybe it was something about those almond eyes
Maybe I’ve finally learnt that time takes all
I put my eye up to the keyhole
And saw a life that I could have known
But don’t get me wrong – I’m glad I know where you’re coming from.
And on those late-night promenades we sang, we drank
Once were stranded sailors
But I’m making peace with borders
Cause there ain’t no room for believers in this tight, sealed foam cup
We ran with our convictions but real like caught up
Maybe it was something about those almond eyes
But for once I felt good inside.
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DWL024/RS028
“Grill and chill, grill and chill/Christmas in July!”
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"So take this tea I want to leave my footprints in your dreams"
We partnered up with our friends over at ruined smile records (
ruinedsmilerecords.bandcamp.com) to put out this split between Wendy Eisenberg and Virginia Sook!
released December 8, 2017
Wendy is a guitarist improviser and composer who started writing songs after she came to the awareness that being a musician is equal parts being a wolf and a cube.
Virginia Sook is Lindsay Roser, Matthew Usu and Andrew McInally. Jaymee Watkins plays drums.
Art by Joanna McNeil
Packaging by Matt Holian
Tracks 1-4 mastered by Jake Bellissimo
Tracks 5-7 recorded and mixed by Josephson Records, mastered by TW Walsh