Tangerine & Sky Blue Splatter vinyl. Limited to 1,000. Includes lyric insert and download card.
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lyrics
hey, samantha,
let’s swallow all the lightbulbs
in the living room & spit shine our shoes
so when our necks break
& our heads snap loose
we can see the clouds
in the tips of our boots.
hey, samantha,
preservative sun showers trickle down,
we stick our tongues out & tip the cows.
alter boys curb stomp the mall santa claus,
wearing high heels, ‘cus the tv’s unplugged.
oh, what a strange salvation!
bong water transubstantiation.
hey, samantha,
let’s trespass vacant properties
we claim are our bodies.
there are birds on telephone lines
where yr heart’s supposed to be
all in even rows
but no electricity flows.
hey, samantha,
i know we’re not holding our breath!
i can’t breathe / you can’t breathe
we’d see seaweed if we’d open our eyes.
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Takes me back to my high school classroom during the days of binging Inio Asano's old manga scanlations before anything was licensed. At that time, I was discovering many kinds of Asian shoegaze, but I've never heard anything like this. Makes me think of Pasteboard, Supecar, and Midnight Pingpong a bit, and it's funny bc the first two I listen have blue album covers too. Lu