1. |
White Ship
01:19
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2. |
Snap Out Of It
00:42
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"Re: Implied social contract crisis
In grocery store
Pinch yourself.
You’re still here.
Get well soon."
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3. |
World Without You And Me
02:33
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"Lay awake and wondering are you cool or warm?
Inhabiting the maddening quiet, hoping for the storm.
But when those feelings aren’t returned,
From one small notion bigger bridges bloom and burn.
How will I look into my own face?
How will I stand the company of just me?
I feel that way a bit today. Sobered by you and I.
Where were you? (no one sees someone) Look at me,
All dressed up (someone needs no one) nowhere to be.
Life keeps happening by itself, forgetting where things go.
With my own eyes is where i learned what I still don’t know.
So don’t just say it for effect, and I won’t pretend to expect the truth.
So stroke my arm and snap by neck. Just show me that I was correct,
And I’ll go.
Only know (no one needs someone) what I feel,
And fantasy (someone sees no one) is not real.
Won’t give what (no one sees someone) can’t be retrieved,
Now that I (someone needs no one) don’t believe.
Memory (no one needs someone) is a sieve.
With strange eons (someone sees no one) life may live
Wide open, in freedom see, a world without you and me."
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4. |
A Drift of Stars
08:16
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"Hissing ear, just recursive noise floor to say.
Circle worm digesting dreams of endless sky.
A million lights that stay and stay,
Swing fire of worlds too far away.
Glow madder shades, waste black to grey.
Drawl bed year refuse look away
My life for you thought we’re all schemers here
We keep pictures of old friends.
Noise bath where tones obsolesce in bedtime cheer.
Immaterial feast just me at least in here.
The idea of me hates the real me.
Feel asleep under your tree.
Touch my hand through the screen,
White the god dies a child should be.
The long despaired have slave with their minds.
Tell me there is a smile no one likes.
But there are miles and miles of storm drains.
And all your life they hate the smile
When acquaintances get broken it helps not to think of them,
And even feel better in a dark movie theater.
My life for you thought we’re all schemers here
We keep pictures of old friends.
It was all real."
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Cloudblaster Oakland, California
Hailing from a post-everything DIY reality of it's own, Cloudblaster's blend of surrealist pop, fantasy film music, forest folk and heavy flourishes is a love letter to fans of experimental comfort music.
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