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Tactile in how you speak when each word's a mystery.
Pig heads, they rot on sticks and reach out with flies for limbs.
It's the scent of lavender on the veranda, it's all the grandeur.
It's circular prancing, it's being set apart.
It's myrrh and sandalwood blooming, and peeling.
It's waiting - the holly branch trickling down as if to be seen...
breathing. Incredible, just incredible.
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Bumper Cart Coffin
02:56
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Mossy Carousel
02:55
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Nudity between the words that are murmured
Shames the eyes of the heart.
The void in substance creates boredom among
The memories we choose to keep.
Why keep lying to one another?
We never could get our words to come out right.
Comedy is all we can be, so let’s replace conversation
With laughter. The brightness in your smile speaks
More than your mouth ever could to me.
Our conversations sparks flares and they burn up all the
Moss on the trees that create a forest of things that we
Could talk about, but our mouths got caught up and tangled
In the branches and eventually those are on fire too.
And as we struggle to keep our cool, our jaws unhinge
And we start yelling words and things that don’t even
Have meaning. And by the time that we are through, our lips
Burn and turn to ashes that we can chew. Our teeth are all that’s
Left and then I smile back at you.
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Ferris Squeal
03:03
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Chain Swing 1964
02:52
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EXL's Haunted Mansion
02:38
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In the dark, with the shades drawn.
Pitchfork'd townsfolk in the hall, with the fire alarm going off.
Door's shut. Locked, lost, burned. Rot.
And the space in-between melts and drips just like a dream.
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When I touch you, your decay causes attraction.
My hands turn into insects.
They crawl and cover my skin, red pours out and I bisect.
I am haemophilian.
Please pour your blood into me.
Lose yourself in a swarm of hemipteran.
Hide yourself in disgust.
Let the leeches be.
Let the leeches sing.
Let the leeches be.
Grind the organic into nothing.
The damp hides in sinew restraint,
ligaments twist and revert in the flank.
I'm a worm with wings, slithering, flying on
your flower whilst blooming.
I'm eating. I'm disgusting. I'm dying.
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Eyes On Lips Collective Alabama
Experimental-Rock collective operating out of Wisconsin and Alabama.
Eyes On Lips Collective recommends:
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Taylor Adams has been a great friend to Eyes On Lips. In fact, the artwork for "Sounds From A Theme Park" was graciously created by him. Go check out his project!
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Pace House was instrumental in the recording process of our first LP. Thank you to Mason for allowing us to record at your place! Thank you to Paul from AQUA Records for recording. Thank you, Taylor!
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