Dead Ocean

by Rye Pines

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1.
Death 00:53
2.
Thinking up songs by the frozen bog I lost a bet to a demon dog He chewed me all up legs first Flesh to the dirt, I bled in to the Earth Now I will go, to where I don't know I must be sleep walking in limbo It's not that bad Up here no one gets sad What happened next I don't understand Old saint Pete with iPad in hand He was hanging out with holy digital Moses Saying my soul hadn't fully uploaded I'll spend the the rest of days drinking with Hemmingway Limbo's got a bar and the drinks are okay It's not that bad All the saints wear plaid
3.
Up in the northeast The gray gulls and the bitter breeze criss cross and traverse the frozen beach I'm going to sail a whaler and find a home for me somewhere out a ways beyond the offshore fisheries way out until you can't see me out on a great gray sea the sky was overcast shades dissipate around me the expanse was so vast that the sky fell beneath I fell into the ocean now there's no distinguishing between skyward rising motion and sinking into the deep
4.
In the Wake 02:26
The girl has moved from the city She said she'd be back to visit me The girl has left for Louisiana She told me she'd write daily The girl has gone off somewhere in Arizona She told me she'd be back shortly The girl has flown over the sea But what is anything to me?
5.
Drone Tone 08:15
Empty out the bank account Keep the head, close the mouth Kiss the girls, forget the set The wind tends to redirect Pawn the watch Trade the guitar for a car Sell the mic but not the amp, keep that Cut your hair, fake your death Assuage the doubt, head west Tend bar at a pool hall Keep some water for treading Assimilate into the locals A grand Navajo wedding Though the stiff tends to kick It's not the booze that made you sick It's the stillness in the room That thing between the light and you Where've you been? Who've you been? It's seems you've been pretty something You seem pretty to me, we got fucked You're so funky with your lag and your sweet Nothing's going to come, nothing's going to leave Nor come of, nor come to, come back to me I must've lost you in between the couch cushions Seems to me I remember the taste of your teeth Marks on your ear, I can hear you make marks on me Don't you ever look at me This heart would stop most certainly Don't you ever look at me Don't you ever with those violent greens What's that feeling? What's that trying? I tried What's that buzzing? What's that constant humming? What's that light? I thought I heard a fly when I died
6.
Pessimist 01:50
There's no such thing as summer or spring it's just autumn all of the time and everything is either blowing away or dying But I heard a rumor Can you smell it? There's change in this house I'm going to sniff it out I'm going to be it's friend Because that's what I am about And though you never intend the discontent begins Well this is how it ends Tisk tisk pessimist Why are you so set on this? You're putting this whole thing down Get out

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released February 17, 2015

Recorded Oct. 1,2,3 2014
at Mystic Steamship in Somerville, MA
Engineered by Evan Murphy & Ian Doerr
Mixed by Evan Murphy
Mastered by Nick Z at New Alliance Cambridge MA
Album art by Pamela Maguire

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