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cover art by cullan bonilla

sound clip from "i felt so tall" from Brief Interviews with Hideous Men (subject 42).

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released December 4, 2013

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Track Name: Spider Song
Flaky dead skin
Spider falls in
Spiderwebs cover my sins

Brave fighters don’t win
Claim all my kin
A keepsake till death follows in
Track Name: Fly Fishing
Knocking backwards is a storm, contained a blueish-grey tornado
Shrapnel fell in rivers bed
Thrown from underground water, god knows, the forest has no answers
Treetops have no secrets

Pierced voice cracks from columned air, uproots the countless growing daisies
Secrets on an old cassette
I would listen in the cabin, four years croaking in the background
Fruit flies hissing
Knocking backwards is a storm, contained a blueish-grey tornado
Shrapnel fell in rivers bed

Thrashed back at a pack of hunters, just trying to feed their families
As daylight fell on mother’s head
Hearing all the sparrows whisper stories to each other as they
Drop down below

My winter tree knows,
The abandoned, tattered cottage
Scattered by the rocks,
Shattered at the windows,
By a place where I would walk
Never go back to college
Just sit right here and watch
The clouds make certain patterns
‘Round a sun that never drops
Track Name: I Felt So Tall
I can’t see what’s not right in front of me
Lying on my back watching stars, I can’t help but feel so small
I wished that dream I had last night was real so much that I cried
Because lying next to her watching stars, I felt so tall

If anything at all, this place is pitiful
Traffic colors blend together in a way so clinical
People talk to each other so goddamn cynical
Best friends stick together until they all get critical

My feet weary from miles driving and the walk through my yard
My face planted in pillow, sheets undone all over the floor
Sometimes we all need to be picked up every now and then, I
I wished that dream I had last night was real, I felt so tall

If anything at all, this place is pitiful
Traffic colors blend together in a way so clinical
People talk to each other so goddamn cynical
Best friends stick together until they all get critical