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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lyrics
Mind these words, can you hear me, mind these words
They could have meant everything but now they’re failing me (it’s a goddamn mutiny).
There’s only “Betrayal” in smeared letters all over these blank pages.
All the “could have”s , “should have”s, “would have”s formed their own allegiance,
They got organized and turned their backs on me while I was sleeping.
Last night I crashed their weekly meeting of decisions I did wrong
And now the river Styx is filled with cold sweat, it runs right through of my room
And I can’t swim, I just can’t swim with these concrete shoes, this is mutiny,
My dearest friend, Second Conditional plans to bury me at sea,
The sparrows all flew south.
There’s no joy in repetition but Phil Conners feels a lot like me,
“Nevertheless there’s comfort in routine” I can almost hear him say
Because integrity is on the last bus out of Coca-Cola-city and I bought its ticket.
And while I’m answering the door, while I’m letting nostalgia right in
I couldn’t be more jealous, though.
My own words, they formed a rhetoric to empty all these pages,
There’s no loyalty amongst thieves when the wolves show their teeth
There’s only “Betrayal” in smeared letters allover these blank pages
And I recognize the/my handwriting.