transparent single-sided 12" vinyl with hand-screened b-side comes in a hand-screened jacket and with a 16-pages booklet
Includes unlimited streaming of COUNTING LEAVES
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Constant subjects to change, that’s what we are, evolving and revolving, constantly
Like changing dots on a segment afraid to lose touch
So we build our own museums to keep track
And I think it’s safe to say I’m way more afraid than brave,
As a matter of fact I’m a (grumbling) coward
And these occasions that will last in my memory are the things that frighten me the most.
I was scared at my first funeral, I was frightened on my first day of school,
(And when I kissed someone for the first time).
I was scared on very birthday and at every celebration,
All these moments to remember, they scare me to death,
That’s when the wolves show their teeth.
(Do you) remember that evening in the year your mother died?
I just couldn’t find the right words, it was your birthday,
(You) cried so hard, you couldn’t (even) make it up the stairs
So we stayed right at the doorway, sat in the rain and drank up
For we celebrate each year that passes, frame memories in photographs,
Moments manufactured in-house, facts that we arrange beforehand,
Anniversaries, endings and beginnings, hoping not to forget what’s already ended.
Each of these photographs inhabits a small catastrophe, a death yet to come
But we’re holding on to them so desperately, it’s almost beautiful.