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Lost Eyes Sampler CDR 2007
Nicole Lovitt - bass, Mikhail Amartseff - drums This was a tour sampler of our new 11 song CD/DVD "Lost Eyes" on New Disorder Records Magic Tea Party Clocks move in the pupils we once swam. Where tear glands release the sands. Pop icons swim and the babies just float. And I'd like to give them all a rope, to swing from. Not today where magic cities tan on our beach. Climb between pillows for lips. Hot breath coils on each blue vain. Smearing where trains ran every other stay. Not today where magic cities tan. Climb up beneath what friends we have left. Eccentric big hearts, eclectic smooth hands. She blows wind and the sand. Not today where magic castles stand. Where we can take it all in. The too much of too much. Being not quite enough, and perfect. Where we can take it all in. Not today in this magic garden. Where the wind falls. Where the weeds root. Where the soil lives. Where we can take it all in. The too much of too much. Being not quite enough, and perfect. Where the insects throw smashing tea parties. The Palisade In stasis there's a moving, far more troubling when the lights go out. Little crowds of lust in love (because there's no one real enough for our love) with themselves. A dance of eyes roll over, when the lights go out. Little crowds of lust in love (we live to fill holes with our dying opinions) with themselves. And we dance on broken tulip pedals. Sparkles in sand. Press and warm rivers, of tigers menstruating layers. Engineered to float this holly horror, where palisades are built. Inside one another. Dropped and pulled, in mud and gutters. An image of space, untold brothers. Alongside built, one another. Inside bodies, through mountains of water. Lost Eyes Distance keeps moving, where lost eyes project, all and one, into obscure detail. Lost in eyes. Clenching broken teeth where bodies weep. Over trembling shoulders circles swallowing sex. Comforting chemicals melt with small stacked rocks. Pawing lust pulling sheets where satellites reach. I in I. Eyes lost in eyes. We try and grow. I am not strong. I am not weak. I am not anything. Repeat after me: I am one and all. I am the sun. I am empty or other, falling, rising, in lost eyes. Lost in eyes. The Crawling Air Breathe through all this crawling air. Where we are all one. The living dying air. Breathe through all this crawling air. This is where we sigh. Melancholy time. Simple enough to move through the others waiting in line. The moment of your's and mind. It's all crawling again. And I know when somethings looking, through these piss-stained eyes. It's in the broken grass. Souls eyes and lips (the dead stories). Where the soil waits to swallow us, one by one. Breathe, open, and breathe. Breathe, open, and breathe. Breathe, open, and breathe. Breathe..... |
