Slow Year

by Miracle Cat

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Dave Torre
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Dave Torre I'm constantly wondering what's going to come next with this track and always loving where it goes. Favorite track: Death.
Turner Kirk
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Turner Kirk I absolutely adore the versatility demonstrated herein. It is impressive to listen to a work that can express such breadth of styles and sentiments within the individual elements, and yet, somehow stays true to its center, appearing to be a single work in its entirety. Plus those synths and textures....yummmm!!!
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Richard Up to the high standards! Favorite track: Joanna Don't Fade In The Dark.
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1.
you can feel it when the summer breaks even out a thousand miles away pulling handfuls of sand into my mouth it's the taste of metal island, patience on the waterways at the fountain I am struck still overflowing on the gold hill tower rise until the lightning strikes down I'll decay into the slow earth somehow. I am silent at the dial tone paper tyrant, I am overthrown I am washed and dissected, cataloged I am shelved and then forgotten ossified forever wrong at the fountain I am struck still overflowing on the gold hill tower rise until the lightning strikes down I'll decay into the slow earth somehow.
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Death 03:45
Drawn and vineyard, ink and bone. Etched in neon cuneiform, every word paints the world in figures, a silent vow. Teeth and leather, bending palms, ivory fire like semaphore in the sun, it's the one. The secret. Surrender now. Death— I felt it in my hand, I taste it on my breath, when we open every door. After years of patient days, when the perfect moment waits, in a movement without sound. When we grind the madder root, and we dip raw cloth into... it's an endless summer red. Emery fields, motion blur, etched in silver avenues in the sun, when we run. A striking, so captured, waits. Every moment, spinning in fields of garden marigolds in downtown, all around. We wait for the final day. Death— I felt it in my hand, I taste it on my breath, when we open every door. After years of patient days, when the perfect moment waits, in a movement without sound. When we grind the madder root, and we dip raw cloth into... it's an endless summer red.
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Do you believe in fairy tales? 'Cause I've got one for you... A diamond city along an endless ocean blue. And when you see it rising through the misty morning fog, your heart will tremble... You've found the place where you belong. And oh, the shining marble towers glimmering by the Bay. The gilded plinth of Olympus rising proud. Oh, here in San Francisco, dreams really do come true! Every day, every night, I know they do. In summer winds, in winter rains, in tawny autumn nights, in quiet moments beneath the golden city lights... A secret word, a mystery smile, a stranger or a friend... perhaps a lover? A rendezvous at summer's end. Indulge in the sacraments to open and thrill the mind, and watch as the sunset paints the world. Oh, here in San Francisco, dreams really do come true! Every day, every night, I know they do. Rise, fiery phoenix from the smoldering ash and dust! Take flight and light the morning like the sun. Oh, here in San Francisco, dreams really do come true! Every day, every night, I know they do.
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Well the lord blessed me with a runner's build, but the devil threw in a wandering mind. And I been sent back to the minor league, now it's only a matter of time... Well I know they'll wise up to me, one of these days... 'Cause I've been reading Tennyson while they run drills, I'm out until the sunrise just to get my fill. I'm always out the window when the steady gets home, oh I'll be just fine when I hit the Mendoza Line. Dear Shirley, I know it's been a while, but I still think about that summer night. And I know Tulsa is half a world away, and it was only a drink and a smile. But maybe I'll see you 'round, one of these days... 'Cause I've been reading Shelley while they do grapevines, some Irish in my coffee just to open my eyes, hell, maybe one day you might see me in City Lights, oh I'll be just fine when I hit the Mendoza Line.
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only lines against the white sky lines against the desert roadside and they vanish into thin air fall into the horizon out there and they carry waves carry signals carry words carry figures but we faded into sunlight faces nothing more than dull white in the comma of a slow year we danced along the dry earth out there on the cherry waves the amber ceilings the dashboard grain the silent heatwaves Joanna don't fade in the dark Joanna don't break on the call Joanna stay here on the line Joanna don't brace for the fall Joanna don't sink on the tide Joanna don't flicker away The scent of orange blossom at night The chill of salt wind on the bay

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Written / Recorded March – November 2017, in Singapore and San Francisco. Visit the plinth of Olympus: 37°45'47.8"N 122°26'43.8"W

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released November 21, 2017

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A disorganized project by Devin & Amy Smith with special guests.

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