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Dreamlands

by Bright Red Kite

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1.
I'll see you dead for this I'm so goddamned patient just need a book or two and a conversation but you, you're beautiful you were born a bandit cavorting anglers your bread and butter Christ, now! what now? strangelets of conscience right now take me out with other garbage a wreath of stubble lies from last liaison the house itself divides calls it oblation Christ, now! what now? strangelets of conscience right now been disavowed sorcerous Constance that is, I mean mademoiselle tell the courier curiouser and curiouser tell the courier they come, they come, they come over the hills yon infidels unbeknown to the stepping stone he let it be known he threw the first stone with an ice pick yes yes I'm a creature by all objective measure but you can't make me care about your sordid opinions no not now not ever! no not now not ever! no not now not ever!
2.
Safecracking 07:17
we don't hear each other's footsteps it's as though we've got something to hide she's professional secret motives hidden in smiles just admit you came for the money stone birds singing in rooms riddled with light I feel nothing watching red rings circle the drainpipe maharaja I think I blew it yeah, I'd like to learn the language but I fear I'd speak it imperfectly hung and tongue tied strung up for all the tourists to see just admit that you came for the money say how else you left us for debris I see nothing but the distance between you and me maharaja I think I blew it
3.
desiderata a realm of endless there and back again a facility for rooted fantasy 'cept it's the literal mundane I want everything like I want nothing else I want you so bad like heaven sent this like sinking ships I want you so bad driven to drink, of course we have ourselves a murder all evidence points to the butler the embittered never once gave away that man is not a eunuch replete with desperate intellect and somehow diffidence yeah all that I want yourself and to get out of traffic air conditioning that is while listening to that idiot refrain "que sera, que sera" converted churches holding services for diehards but for the rest of us... servility to utility is beneficence is taking all kinds rotating restaurants are evil beehives a new Versailles where samurai don't cry without good reason why all hail the king of the contrails crowned by an older version of him we could have it all we could keep warm in the cold fingertips digging in where wits find no purchase
4.
all those amateur psychoanalysts they'd save my soul but leave the rest to rot what bullshit so says Lucifer a true nemesis but if I get down on the ground if i beg and plead who will hear it? suppose you're right and free will's an illusion that we are like the shadows cast by moths into night cause the night is where we are yeah born to die under such a brittle star that we circle God is actually a great fire pit there lives an open flame burning brightly with your name on it I never doubted for one I never doubted you I was too stupid to that's love "what love?" yeah, shut it Mephistopheles oh how I love your many names your eternal style reaching from time to time place to place all western literature was just outed as Abrahamic fan fiction been overdone there I said it
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Dreamlands 06:09
I met a girl who speaks she spoke of shibboleths crawled up from the deep she was photographer she was spitting images I saw her in all things which fits in retrospect my love's a composite of all I've ever seen she was lovecraftian she was his biggest fan she loved creeping doom held it tight to her chest in books, in lies, in madness so soft it can't be soothed you know your delusions they're my delusions too come from fickle dark come from savannah come from the narrows she takes an earnest wing she lights on windowsills to crow at the moon a girl with raven hair she lives in dreams, the real ones that crack just like cocoons don't knock misanthropy until you've tried it don't you feel entitled to entitled to entitled to? in this familiar bedroom I am born again look at my familiar lover I am born again books worn right through the covers I am born again I'm alive in a cadaver I am born again being misunderstood is an art form so now I'm just learning to keep my mouth shut and my eyes open wide to the world and its sharpest parts I really am the worst but worse than what, ha! in this familiar bedroom let me out of here look at my familiar lover get me out of here books worn right through the covers let me out of here I'm alive in a cadaver get me out of here

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The album was inspired by Lovecraft, heist movies, infidelity, the journals of a 19th-century Civil War general, and first-year Psychology lectures. It was recorded in a Langley garage in December while huddling around space heaters and wringing our hands a lot. In retrospect, we do seem to like to make bad decisions. You can probably relate.

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released March 2, 2017

Written and Produced by Bright Red Kite
Recorded and Mixed by James IV
Mastered by Brian Smith at Hummingbird Mastering

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