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No Content

by Feefawfum

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1.
No Content 03:39
Each time that I met with his eyes Each time that I mimed his face Each time that I looked for myself, no content You look into the space behind his eyes Finding naught but a cloud of bores and wasted breaths Each time that I spelled out a line Each time that I called out his name Each time that I looked for myself, no content You look into the space behind his eyes Finding naught but a cloud of bores and wasted breaths Maybe I’m just so tongue tied Each time that I looked for myself Each time that I tried to understand, no content You look into the space behind his eyes Finding naught but a cloud of bores and wasted breaths Maybe I’m just so tongue tied
2.
The cigarette burns on the carpet, they are a new addition The things you left behind have sent me down that primrose path I want to say I’m not afflicted, but I don’t dream of anything With arms tied back You waste beside a picture of a fitter you With arms tied back Your youth is gone, you gave it to the colony The games we play are captivating but they’ll end in hospital Self-medicating twitches send me down that primrose path I want to say I’m not afflicted, but you can make a rope out of anything With arms tied back You waste beside a picture of a fitter you With arms tied back Your youth is gone, you gave it to the colony Close your eyes and swallow Drink it down and let it go With arms tied back You waste beside a picture of a fitter you With arms tied back Your youth is gone, you gave it to the colony
3.
Rust 03:56
Follow the flock They filter in and file out Bred, bored and died No life on the outside But underneath what operates the lungs, Moistens up the tongue? As each day drags they long to resign A magnet’s thrust, Parting limbs made old before their time Reborn in a rose gold cast Levers pull to while away the time Saturates the eyes As each day drags they long to resign With every moment nearer to the end We remain a house long condemned But how long will we last before we rust? Flat, white, and wide They shake the net Cling and twitch, a future flutters Cast off from their mooring As shifting colors signify a change On bodies well arrayed As each day drags they long to resign With every moment nearer to the end We remain a house long condemned But how long will we last before we rust? Are we basking now? Are we drowning? Hanging up our hats Drossy limbs lie Limbs lie flat With every moment nearer to the end We remain a house long condemned But how long will we last before we rust?
4.
Drag 04:31
All of that ire pressed into place A moment alone, a moment to shape As we sail on to be by your by side All of that light glint by the wake A shimmering veil draped over the lake As we sail on to be by your side All of the eyes cast by the bank At all of the lines there dragging the lake As we sail on to be by your side Now they fold them Now they narrate their storied lives Now they close and elide all there ever was No way now to feel sad No place, no Such a long way down to the salt below Did you lose your love? Did you take control? All of our lives lived in a haze And now it’s all blowing away All of that time kneeling to pray To watch our knees wasting away Now they fold them All there ever was
5.
Sloth 04:22
My fate is sloth, a paper claim The future is a passing phase My face is sloth, my setting plain The table set and nothing came But one day I’ll eat another for a chance to dine And the dream is lost inside me But my molars shine My name is sloth, my fancies framed The honored set supply the chain But one day I’ll eat another for a chance to dine I cannot see my end I cannot feel my legs I feel the cut I feel the change You stroke the yoke You lick the reins Once, twice
6.
Openings 05:35
Oh, that opening An offering my sordid eyes concealed from me Though they watched it close Barely held a fist Maybe not this time Oh, that opening An odyssey through sated planes But what my soul receives amounts to nothing much Barely held a fist Maybe not this time Oh, that opening An otherness: all joy and menace And when they lay my head I can hear it still Barely held a fist Maybe not this time Not my soul It’s nothing much Barely held a fist Maybe not this time
7.
You seem mad It’s out of reach My slow hands Can’t put a finger on that feeling rising from the deep I sit out as it passes by You seem mad It’s out of reach My slow hands Can’t pry a paper bag with milk and honey pouring through I sit and watch the crowd pass by Just try to open up Partake in love Just open up It’s not yours to keep You seem mad It’s out of reach My slow hands crack like a rag-doll whip The second swallow, yours to clip I pucker for the passers-by While dreaming of the afterlife Or sucking all the marrow dry Just try to open up Partake in love Just open up It’s not yours to keep You seem mad
8.
Chien Savant 07:33
It stood like an ass Before that baying glass It looked just like chagrin Succor, rancor mingling It raised to that slot And thrust a coin to drop It sang its squalid song A broken-record romance to scrape along It sank like a stone And shook that waxing glow It came in absent time Salt-drip licked and stultified The future’s not what it was I concede my independence Because I can see my solace in the end It stood like an ass Inured to the weight of brass It lives by deft triage Weeping in the grail of its look de plage The future’s not what it was I concede my independence Because I can see my solace in the end

credits

released April 19, 2017

No Content was written, performed, and recorded by Farley Miller, Stéphane Diamantakiou, Zachary Scholes, and Sebastian Balk-Forcione.

Farley wrote the lyrics, played guitar, and sang.
Stéphane played electric and stand-up basses.
Zachary played Hammond organ, Rhodes, Clavinet, and Moog synthesizer, and sang.
Sebastian played drums and percussion, and sang.

Ky Brooks sang on “No Content” and “Yours to Keep.”

Farley and Zachary recorded it at Concrete.
Farley mixed it at home.
Harris Newman mastered it at Grey Market.
Farley did the artwork and layout.

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