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--//-- Honestly among my favourite albums of all time, the rhythms are insane, the vocals are fantastic and the guitar playing blows my mind. Beyond lucky to have been able to open for them but even luckier to get to watch them perform. Favorite track: mice in movies.
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Water Gun Water Gun Sky Attack gorgeous dissonance. relatable because my life is also dumb and i am, indeed, a dumb boy Favorite track: marescape.
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marescape 02:18
up on the roof we were nearly visible to helicopters when i look out over downtown i understand helicopters' space in relief-painted letters bleachy white wind-tattered faces leveled out time set in flat plots pulled from the floor into order pull yourself away and be master of all you survey carpeted steps in the stairwell wet footprints fade by the landing we only let ourselves think we are the ones who replace things i am from time and it's early 12:49 on a sunday my life is dumb i'm a dumb boy this simple truth will belong here let's go to the park let's go watch the blinding clouds be what they are
trace my way by memory to my machine out pours coffee fresh as mud and cools my tongue and that's the last of it like the alley's fetid breath thru the window could it all be simple as it doesn't seem not to feel like anyone you would want but that's not the half of it little thing regal thing dense against bigger thing can you taste dinner on dirty glass? my right leg shakes in a manner all its own my strong voice breaks like it's on the radio and that's the last of it the vegetable withers in the fridge
the veldt 01:47
stood by the window open in winter your breath like eye drops as we danced the fridge loose shapely as shadows words fall from my teeth our friends are near us but grow flat and prideful jar full of cinders empty on the sill new patch of light on the swept kitchen tile it seems more healthy not to throw parties it seems more healthy to get out of the house afternoon is open wide horizontal in the sunlight plans are formed and ignored to make breakfast in the whirr of weekend sleep i can dream of being younger to forget is a state of sharp focus a bright white light in the bathroom i'm a seed fell from a tree grown to build a great big sail i descend just the way i'd imagined patient as a whirligig over not above the ground traded choice in exchange for perspective and took the risk of beholding
your mistress of apples hands you the knife your choice is whether to live or survive clever corner towers with slender spires crooked frames in hiding between black wires shiver at the beads crawling thru your wounds kiss your sword for moisture this cloudbreak thru traffic halos round the fox in the fog ghostless curtains rustle and draw you out breathe after me so i know you're not surprised when i meet you in the street where the meeting is so nice and i ate before i came so i am swimming in this light as i sing to the dogs and teach the birds to befriend mice this is real rain, fingerlike breathe to your left cause i'm walking on your right there's a man in the street and i'm scared he wants to fight if we walk straight ahead and keep our nostrils folded tight... your distrust of weather hands you a life your choice is whether to live or survive something in your pocket begins to shine life is not the tyranny of punchlines
footfall 02:28
i love you more each hour as long as the days of these months i could be brave if only i were healthy rested and strong i have not once felt comfortable falling asleep in a chair but we will read on by sunlight and keep our warren for rabbits we will eat bread drink coffee and set our trap for the morning i will sit still and promise myself i'll hate california i dreamed our walls looked infinite papered over with pushpins i need my friends like seats on the bus at 2 in the morning i could be someone other than whomever i've been lately everything's up to simply inventing another reason i am assured whenever i die i'll be well-remembered but how is it not important to do everything the right way? shattered on the bedroom floor glass of water warm with salt berry bowers in relief the house sleeps on
the mouse that crawled across the kitchen floor must be blind he's not articulate or graceful as in a film i must not look so tall across the fathoms of tile if he could hear me breathe would he raise his nose to me? my friend mouse friend growing big on barefoot sweepings what else could he be eating? he wandered out from under the fridge giggling just like a child what else could he be watching? an accidental offering of broccoli upon the floor has escaped his attention what else could he be wanting? he disappeared under the fridge and we haven't seen him again where else could he be going? you are full of my ghost to feel so alone with me could i keep you a home in a jar below the stove? friendship is simple one waits one welcomed
wee hours with the tree eschatology runt with a purple fist robot to my east dream my dream to me dust love his crevices call my ghostly friends let the right ghosts in the world can end again blew a bubble stepped inside mirrored corners bent my spine war's on magic versus man's purblind proffered falling hand wee hours with the tree eschatology rust creeping from the mist rising from the street as nightmare city sleeps rust on the tongues of kids carried on the breeze hardened in the sea ghosts of enmity the desperation creeps
ancestral 01:56
like a wheel i roll over stones and grow teeth sweep the treasure that lined the pockets of dull ghosts once i was like the patient creatures on the eaves til i felt the horizon flatten at my step at the edge of the continent i found the grave of an alien i made my home in it my friends can climb the tree at the top of it the snow fell on top of it until it lapped the lips over the riverbed the water flowed to it until it slept thru the trees that grew in it perched atop my cornice now i watch them appear lick my lips like i am a sneaker in the snow
if i ever try i'll remember you cause even once we fled the aisles you still could feel your heart crack up to hear me crying across those stairs and that dread mirage of footsteps hangs in all dead space like on our tapes so hungry for light i remember then we had you dancing dancing in your sleep my snide smugness is so complete that to move unseen i'll say thanks and please now i've reduced craving to urge i find myself missing them both and i thought this time walking west on pine that i'll never escape the northeast that i'm stuck with this climate with the sun beneath i cross the street the horizon pivots i disappear now i see myself in the tumult of my environment and your face darkens with fresh blood some things i've seen i'll never know cause language forms habits of thought like every pet i've ever had laid down and died when i wasn't home but that nightmare makes so much more sense now that i know what happened then where was there to walk away to that wouldn't lead to a spider's nest?
metronom 02:30
morning sun on paving stones pinprick glitter thru the fog pockets full of empty hands posture slowly bleeding out of my cheeks now it's dead my public dream night falls even underground underneath the empty schools stiff white lights stare into space glyphic heart and runic face he is me now it's mine his cartoon distress the unit of life's activity is the day but the unit of experience is the week and memory to this measurement is the observable universe to a mile hum and tap the banister shadows cast in murmured spells nerves will rust straight thru the skin escalator isn't fixed balconies and awnings loom brise soleil over the street screaming in the drowning shade this looks like curtains from the cheap seats


mira tsarina - guitar vocals
andrew miller - bass
evan magoni - drums

music by tsarina and boy friends
words by tsarina
recording by magoni and boy friends

art by higu

released on Stack Your Roster


released September 9, 2016


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