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Naos 1

by Zak M.

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1.
Sky Door / Run Away (free) 07:13
kiss the door shut hold the grudge weed the scrubby bush scrub window scrub brushes stay lucky stay snug my bandana wind my chopsticks behind stuck in the wide with opening broke in death eyes in nightclubs bright the unhealthy question my safe companion whose face my best love liar in drama crisis hot head wires awake to dry darkness away dust films coarse lips with in alleys of piss yellow hammock grin quiet cried was was ill was coughing phlegm barbecue sauna the warm hug is hot dawn the hot pasta and spicy cough blinds opening on coin laundry blowing the fluffy wind the pillow wind percussion stinking decrepit shuddering crawl up so hopelessly snug laughter listens the shivering the glistening hollow handcuffs shake off off and guilt hugs the mess convulsing sour garbage sobbing broken god bless inhale hopeless dialogue makes toughest mistake wednesday was painful sweat painful emotions unexpected like what looks like some sacrament or bugs in melted chocolate tread water or wet bandages dry
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Hello. (free) 03:50
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Dribble Harvest (w_s) (free) 01:41
will listen to still names uneasy why don't songs soft metal mental shell
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Give the gift of love a gift. Bite the filter off. Seal it with a death wish. Take it from the top. Take the last train of thought. Curl-up on the tracks. You are like your dog. You make me laugh. New paragraph. Last night your eyes were rolling. I saw your eyes roll back. You said you were in control. Control is an illusion. Spin the steering wheel in circles. Emotions float like loose cartilage. The storms are on the ocean. The surge is catastrophic. I am worth my weight in empty words. Patience is worthless.
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Dawn Chorus (free) 02:24
Years ago, everyone knew your name. Beware, your sagging mug may still ring bells. Keep your head down. Did you witness mystic hands? Deep in the night. You would keep your money in your shoes. Neon lies, no loyal sun. Birds are chirping early. This is the final call. You wish you were numb and rosy. Oh no. No, no, no. Everyone is waving. Put your glasses on. Smoke clears. Can't put your finger on the tip on your tongue. Harbingers and hangers-on. Smoke clears but the smell lingers
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Wires Song (w_s) (free) 01:31
and twisted in the song on listen to winters hear money walk for own a tree moves I'm silent what color temperament hometown frown big sigh so scraping smile singing wire
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Under My Nails Please (free) 02:46
your veneer ring, your plate water from the water can under my sleek table pitchy, the pitched roof my ornamental wall fall under you into light I walk a smiling dog you were under my couch I hold your pink hand your granite tops, loose hinges when your friend is my friend you wait, you grow impatient I am the black tooth the bruised fruit
8.
Hybrid Highway (free) 03:04
Green plastic comb. Grease your hair back. Don't loosen your loose track. You would boulder on the bluffs, overlook where waves subside, take solemn mountain cat naps with burrs in your socks. You would cut the humid asphalt after midnight with your leather briefcase snapped. Flashing your smile - what charisma! Every storefront mirror was a window. A new rumor will consume you. Will you remember the outfit you wore or your gold ring? Will you mourn the reckless hunk with red eyes who spoke slow, like syrup pours from plastic pitchers? Remember stocking jewelry, costume runs and sweet martinis. Clean sheets on this bed won’t calm you. You saw the poison scratch, deep in his own damp canvas enclosure: wax and mold, cold cream, cold sore cream, epsom foot soak and “Goin’ Down That Lonesome Road,” but no soggy bundles between flat rocks.
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sets your small same tired mind sizzling cast your own soap smells like an orange
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Soft Touch (FF Mix) (free) 04:30
slumped across a greasy vinyl booth clicking on a picture of someone dreams are always stupid that was the dream, this is the lesson like open doors open doors but only with my glasses on habit seduces when inertia is stronger oh but my blood curdles I met a coward outside the party stinking in his rumpled duster nobody so smart as the brass knuckles necklace he clutched he said this is the dream, this is revenge and I might have shared my arms-length spread oh but the bloodrush squeezed my fingers purple and no one watches when when you’re walking and you look over your shoulder when something stirs your memory opens ugly words opens ugly words I tore my ticket open I said it wasn’t me within the crowd, I succumbed to panic within the giddy scene, I saw red red eyes with wide pupils gleaming someone said to me, what does that mean? I said I was counting birds I was only breathing steam anything to keep my blood pump working and no one watches when when you’re walking and you look over your shoulder you hold your nose, surrender your warm position admire the cold dirt ah, what is the word for “soft touch?” what is the word for “soft touch?” what word?
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The Gap (free) 02:56
I cut the bell pepper butt into fours. You set the timer for four on the floor. Your generation has berries on it. I won't blame you for what you did. You made the most of the hand you were dealt. I touched the sign for the Spillway Motel with my hand. My generation is sleeping sound. You robbed Peter to pay me back. I saw there was dust on my hand from the sign. You drew a face with your thumb in the dust on my car. Your generation is a nesting doll. You activate my bowel chakra. You see fear as a means to an end. I saw a shaking baby owl on the fence. My generation is an exposed armpit. My alarm clock has a nervous tic. I couldn't hear your sound investment. You never listen. My generation is a one click away from losing everything. You might as well marry your Christmas tree. You might as well keep your fingers crossed. I'll keep the faucet water running. Your generation is a glove compartment with gloves in it. And we love you for it!
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That Feeling... (free) 04:07
lyrics by Noah Marmalefsky: that feeling you get when you lift something that you think is full but its really empty we called the party line alfreds work the late shifts pataphysical exploration hugging the divine horsemen crawling too close to the fire cause that's the feeling you get when you lift something that you think is full but its really empty some of the beer fell off the bike we lived in the house with the collyer brothers cause that's the feeling you get when you lift something that you think is full but its really empty do you think its kinda funny do you think its kinda sad that feeling you get when you lift something that you think is full but its really empty this furniture's pretty small to hide under,
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Naos (free) 04:26
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The Glove Story (free) 01:19
Latex gloves snap, split open in the sunset. Chain link fence. Orange rust. Make me a fireplace on your bathroom rug. Feed lathe-cut wood and palette splinters. Faces face down flat, shoulders slouching over stained ceramic mugs in damp, smoky nightclubs. H is for hot spaghetti splashing your picturesque, rugged jawline, your own brave face. How could you face what you found like that?

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released October 24, 2018

Recorded 2017-2018

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