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Such Things

by Saintseneca

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Peter Flaherty
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Peter Flaherty The best part of a dish is the hint of spice that the chef slipped in during a rebellious second while fighting the stove.
So to do these musicians slip into fun, upbeat songs with powerful Philosophical ideas mixed with simple but profound Theological reflections.
The best part is how each song is a trip compared to both other songs in the album and other songs written in this time of musical mediocrity.
There is hope for beautiful music that Aristotle and Augustine can head bang to. Favorite track: River.
Edwin A. Perry
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Edwin A. Perry Can't get this beat out of my head...it's hypnotic when matched with female vocal. Favorite track: Sleeper Hold.
Stephen Spencer
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Stephen Spencer It's like you never mow the lawn,
so your landlord does. It's funny how things like that have ways of taking care of themselves. Favorite track: Estuary.
Chase Chorney
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Chase Chorney A really uplifting, fresh melancholy sound. Enjoy all the tracks, favorite is tied between The Awefull Yawn and Such Things. Favorite track: The Awefull Yawn.
Sam Baguley
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Sam Baguley Maryn has the sweetest voice in the cosmos. Favorite track: Sleeper Hold.
LT Shamrock
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LT Shamrock Holds me in its warm embrace and never lets go. Favorite track: Sleeper Hold.
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1.
Such Things 02:32
I defy the stars above to bash our milky heads in Throw themselves against the wind then pick apart the heavens When I awoke I was in forever When wind felled the oak The saws all failed to sever Is my I am myopia? Now I feel the same This belly aches with vacancy And aren't we one among the wave? His undulating tragedy I mean maybe I could turn you on By design you are the fire chewing through the lumber Never would the wood be good enough to sate your hunger Now I sleep adrift this shiftless vessel I’ll never keep the ghost inside the gristle Is my I am my opiate? Now I feel the same This belly aches with vacancy And aren't we one among the wave? His undulating tragedy I mean maybe I could turn you on
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Sleeper Hold 02:46
Sleep and need when in accordance are luxuries seldom afforded to those who sow solely fauna Somnolence all you ever wanted Ohh end it now If I'm river bottom bound Yeah this lethargy When induced by summer's heat How it is so sweet When you got your drink to drink Sent the letter Never gonna reach you All the better Why would I beseech you? Are my days ancient offers? Or are my days ancient ochers? Heaven is a chemical Swimming laps round the bowl of your skull But tucked into your subtle frame The keys to the kingdom lie in wait Ohh end it now If I'm river bottom bound Yeah this lethargy When induced by summer's heat How it is so sweet When you got your drink to drink When entered with haste or hesitation Never known you had the time for wasting Are my days ancient offers? or are my days ancient ochers?
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Estuary 03:23
As cold as you'd like wary of an estuary where in rivers like I might slide away and mingle with seas indistinguishably swallowed by the ocean over and over and over again Who am I to ask the question? Who am I at all? Devil was there hanging on the pinnacle Earth pulls you in and then you become the earth again Or the angles scoop you up Lest you dash your foot upon on the rock Like you never mow the lawn so your landlord does It’s funny how things like that have ways of taking care of themselves Who am I to ask the question? Who am I at all?
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Rare Form 03:44
Shout at the succulent clouds who in reply wring themselves out on the house Doubt that your lungs carry cries sufficient to pry weeping eyes out of these skies I remember why Waiting around day in day out Swallow the keys When we're released Waiting around which wasted hours are our ire? God is where you let it be So tell me if there are such things, Are they things such as these? Ah so rile up the holes in your head let each little abyss have it sips on the infinite tongue kisses When we sit still will we distill Spirits you might swill? Waiting around day in day out Swallow the keys When we're released Waiting around which wasted hours are our ire? Let me be the one rare form
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Bad Ideas 03:33
Do I know that they know? Do they know that I know? Do I know that they know? Do they know that they know? Out among these burning crops What would salve the bottoms of He who heals the heel Solely so the leg ends feel Tell me this if our sun is Arborist or arsonist There are those who sow There are those who kindle Bad ideas Bad bad ideas That that I had That I did Do I know that they know? Do they know that I know? Do I know that they know? Do they know that they know? Fervor for this nothingness burns the words upon our lips Talking shit in tongues mingle in these sopping lungs Ah this descent to doom and gloom set before a tune for two This last waltz is all These two left feet of my could ever recall Bad ideas Bad bad ideas That that I had That I did Do I know that they know? Do they know that I know? Do I know that they know? Do they know that they know?
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Born on a blue moon hanging like a loose tooth in the sky Dare I regale you As if it were some kind of doing of mine But oh in that awful yawn We're all full on You break the dawn but never get a sun Now we're sleeping in Just awaiting your blood will thin again What do you live on? If you live beyond? What do you live for? you live forever Yeah I was sorry I was so relieved If there isn't any rest for the weary then no weariness for the rest I guess But ever if you leave me Every pill that Elvis ever ate wouldn't shake the ache But oh in that awful yawn We're all full on You break the dawn but never get a sun Now we're sleeping in Just awaiting your blood will thin again What do you live on? If you live beyond? What do you live for? you live forever Yeah I was sorry I was so relieved Dew-eye half-knot one forlong
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Everyone everywhere all the time Waiting on a soft messiah Everyone everywhere all the time Waiting on a simple sigh of relief And if you ever really died I would be surprised Life is long Long enough to be mean Life is short, short enough to mean something To those who long those who long for longer The ebbing of your ebullience Is evident in every dent Come on let's kick some car doors in You're what I'd hoped that I’d lost Your wide eye'd hope that I’d lost You're what I’d really hoped that I’d lost How many blankets are in world? And how many blankets are in the world? How many blankets have existed? Is there an answer if we can't have it? Life is long long enough to be mean Life is short short enough to mean something To those who long those who long for longer Tonight, tonight is on The radio And it's 1998 And I'm alone But if it's Billy's song It's mine to hold You're what I'd hoped that I’d lost Your wide eye'd hope that I’d lost You're what I’d really hoped that I’d lost
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River 03:15
No I'm not dead just a head lighter Gone in the wind as dust of us requires I’m already ready for My arriving departure Along your river would there be enough grace to outweigh the grave? along your side would there be enough legs for us to break? Along your river I stand dry Be thou my vision Hide tide on the crystal seas And be thou my vision Run down in the golden streets And be thou my vision cause I've never seen nothing No I'm not dead Just ahead of the rest Words weight bearing beams Always seem to hold everything Ah but hack through the view You need them but you do not want to Along your river would there be enough grace to outweigh the grave? along your side would there be enough legs for us to break? Along your river I stand dry Be thou my vision Hide tide on the crystal seas And be thou my vision Run down in the golden streets And be thou my vision cause I've never seen nothing Him and her Hem and Haw Till all is gone, all is lost Meanwhile you and I Euthanize our supplies of alibis Who am I to ask the questions? Who am I?
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Soft Edges 02:59
Hold hold the stupid phone just so you won't know That I'm not listening Happy with the way Way that this would weight against our graciousness We're all weary of the world whirling of the world and lack of static in it You who waste my time you will hear not one complaint Grape on the vine Break my face into your wine When contingencies bend against your bonhomie The cruelty of existing Due to The cruelty of exiting When you look at a distance I think that then you’ll sense it’s all soft edges When you see it all up close I think that then you'll know it's all soft edges No no nothing ever lasts The future is the past We're all processes You who waste my time you will hear not one complaint Grape on the vine Break your face into my wine When contingencies bend against your bonhomie The cruelty of existing Due to The cruelty of exiting
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Necker Cube 03:18
Ah make me a believer Ah make me un-believe her Ours is a fruitless labor Base and benign Laid to the waste endeavors Red on the rind Out in this listless pasture Seeds in the sun dream of a forest fire We will become Ah make me a believer Ah make me un-believe her On to the yawning chasm Bleached by the dark When obsolescence has them visions depart Yours an unwieldy welcome prickled and obtuse Too wary to wear it out to smooth it with use Ah make me a believer Ah make me un-believe her
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Lazarus 04:38
Lazarus one death ain't enough We lap the dust you used to ride Your barrel chest Does it fit like you remember it? Does it itch? Does it chide? As for me I could never rustle up envy for how your stone rolled My sole solace is My soulless husk destined to disintegrate My condolences I could dole them wherein you wear out the words therein And I I've been thinking All about your poison And how it's wrapped in sweetness And I would gladly eat them Lives like this are so sumptuous You laugh it up but you'll pay It's like every cut that you got but all at once and the salt assaults each one
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No more would Gomorrah implore us you got them bad Beside them was Sodom You caught them and got them good House divided where do I sit I'm inside it when it collapses Hallelujah How do they lure ya? Right back to the one wonderless way Hosanna Both hands up Gunned down but lovingly House divided where do I sit I'm inside it when it collapses
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Maya 31 03:45
Maya 31 The illusion becomes him Rare form And the prayer And the pray-er Made of clay dirt Maya 31 The illusion becomes ya Rare form And the prayers And the pray-ers Made of same dirt

credits

released October 9, 2015

ZAC LITTLE - vocals, guitars, bass/8-string bass, sitar,
domra, bouzouki, mandolin, dulcimer, baritone ukulele,
taropatch ukulele, bulbul tarang, synthesizers, piano,
bajo sexto, accordion, percussion

MARYN JONES - vocals, bass

STEVE CIOLEK - vocals, guitars, Neptune

MATTHEW O'CONKE - drums, percussion

JON MEADOR - vocals, synthesizers, piano

MIKE MOGIS - guitars, synthesizers/keyboards, pedal
steel guitar, hammered dulcimer, Marxophone, Neptune

Produced, engineered and mixed by Mike Mogis at ARC
with additional recording by Glenn Davis, Zac Little, and
Adam Roberts. Mastered by Doug Van Sloun at Focus
Mastering. Studio assistants: Adam Roberts and Paul Ford

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