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Grab my phone
Pulling up your number
"Golden Hair", today's B-side
It's not much
Holding up my intention
Could be anywhere, just a place to start
Past perfect night
When we were clear and sober
Shaking off my guiding vice
Future perfect day
I'm stretching out the impression
With each repeat, it'll be okay
Only you can make me feel this way
And I meant to never dissolve you
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Fade in burns your edges white
Nothing can make the season right
All day long you play a game of shadow steps
Behind the walls of your bedroom basement, lights out
Within the frame
A picture of forgotten feelings
Outside has changed
But the circuits to your heart, they still remain
Make me illuminate again
Drawing out a last effect
Drawing in a final breath
Diving headlong into rooms you left unswept behind the door
Alone and malcontent
Within the frame
A picture of forgotten feelings
Outside has changed
But the circuits to your heart, they still remain
Make me illuminate again
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Nobody sees what you conceal
Out of light
But I'll try
Something about you makes me shiver
Deep inside
Please advise
The heart of every morning
The heat of every day
Wounded by a measure
Whose dream can you escape?
Nobody wonders how it feels
To put on eyes
But I might
Cause I've got bruises to uncover
Blue and mild
Black and wild
The heart of every morning
The heat of every day
Wounded by a measure
Whose dream can you escape?
Answering questions left unlisted
Takes some time
But I don't mind
Cut out copy to bridge the distance
Between the lines
Over miles and miles
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Slower now
She don't mind
Take her down
Across the line
She don't speak
A shallow wall stares right back
She don't sleep
A TV light reflects in lines across her back
She couldn't dare
She wasn't there
Come the day
Or come the night
I'm waiting for your TV light
She couldn't dare
She wasn't there
She's on the stair
She wasn't there
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Tonight I'm trying
To stay awake
So I can catch this lie
Sculpt this life
Disguise
I'm feeling blind inside
Heartbreak will find its way
Pour down my cheek
Mist and mystique
Give me a cut scene
Won't you come home with me?
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Run, run away run away from here, run away from all the thought and fear
Look, look inside, look inside yourself, inside yourself is where peace will be
Us. And Them.
Lost. And Found.
Us. And Them.
Darkness sweeps swiftly ‘pon this place, set upon us as we wait in fear
Light, light will come rushing in, when they speak the words that we must hear
Us. And Them.
Lost. And Found.
Us. And Them.
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It’s a world of tears
How could I not know it?
All my life above it,
It’s a world of tears
And all of this time
Thinking I knew what’s mine
Till the fullness of time
Reading all the right lines
It’s a world of tears
How could I not know it?
Too afraid to acknowledge
It’s a world of fears
Till the fullness of time (x4)
It’s a world of tears (x4)
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I awoke in
a foreign province
Let unspoken
Altered conscious
Feels much closer
Disjoined process
Empty promise
Suspicious nonsense
Foreign nation, foreign nation, foreign language, foreign problems (x4)
Receding perspective
‘Cross barren landscapes
Collapsing structures
Build on nothing
Strategic options
Depleted imports
Restricted Access
Dead and lifeless
Foreign nation, foreign nation, foreign language, foreign problems (x4)
Foreign nation, foreign nation, foreign language, foreign problems (x4)
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There is love and then there’s this
Disconnected feelings, defeated fist
Fear is my companion, there is this
Only know there’s nothing beyond this
This is of the moment, certain risk
Yet upon us we hold, fractured disc
Next upon us, there is no fortune, no future
There is love, then there’s this.
Next upon us, there is no fortune, no future
There is love, then there’s this. (x2)
There is love and then there’s this
Sea of righteous voices, upheld fists
Fear is my companion, no changing this
Could there be more to this, beyond this?
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You can use your mind
Feel the pressure
Feeling unsure, feeling unwell, feelings can tell
Pressure release
Synaptic collapse
Synaptic relapse
Thoughts unsure, thoughts unwell, thoughts can tell
Pressure release
Millions of synaptic connections
Minimum reception of your depth perception
Already conscious of your animal conscious
Nothing left (nothing here)
It’s dark (it’s cold)
There is still your mind
Is that mind still?
Not here, not now, not well
Pattern fail
Shadow Steps (x8)
Millions of synaptic connections
Minimum reception of your depth perception
Already conscious of your animal conscious
Nothing left (nothing here)
It’s dark (it’s cold)
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released October 19, 2018
Tracks 1 to 6 written and performed by The Sylvia Platters – Alex Kerc-Murchison, Nick Ubels, Tim Ubels, and Scott Wagner. Additional percussion: Felix Fung. Recorded and produced by Felix Fung at Little Red Sounds, New Westminster, BC in February and March 2018.
Tracks 7 to 11 written and performed by Stephen Carl O'Shea. Additional vocals on 'World of Tears': Becky Ninkovic. Produced by Mike Gittens and Stephen Carl O'Shea. Recorded and mixed by Mike Gittens at VPL Inspiration Lab (Vancouver, BC) and Lou's Room (New Westminster, BC) between January and May 2018.
Mastered by Greg Mindorff at Suite Sound Labs, Vancouver, BC.
Artwork by Renee Campbell.
Released on vinyl by CIVL Radio.
All rights reserved, 2018.
