4-panel digipak featuring art by Emma Fritschel and Ethan Hofmayer
Also includes fold-out, double-sided 11x17 poster. Lyric sheet on one side, photo collage on the other.
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lyrics
the past, you remember the past
speedwalk to the staircase, and you look over your shoulder
and way back down the corridor, your enemy appears
right in time to notice which way you disappear
like a shadow always after you
one horizon back, it's always one horizon back
keep delaying facing it
what would happen if you stopped and let it overtake you?
commit to memory (turn into a memory)
become what you're afraid of (this is only getting harder)
keeps the threat of reaching you alive
a cloaked malevolent human form, is it me or is it you?
birds swimming keeping watch
one horizon past the point of no return
memory's not been good to you
like a reflex (in the lifetime of my parents)
like an impulse (or lifetime alone)
ingrained words come flying out too soon
tune into a memory, there's so many to choose from, like this one:
break the crust, cold water on eyelids glued shut
adult legs creak slowly towards meaning
dirt under the nails grows thicker, only to be scraped away
what's in your guts today?
the process is alive for days at a time
the trouble is the trouble stays with you, so stay with it
got a permanent feeling of being followed
through your basement-level archives
chased by your own past, your own shadow
ill-prepared, maybe unwilling to turn around
it's a fake shadow, false footprints, loud floorboards
creaking open all the time
ruined imprint, rough cough, roll over
tune in to a memory, channel-flipping through strings
spent the last two days in another world:
and it's morning, but the sun hasn't quite risen
you walk along the path
in the fog
by the pond
the end of the city
the pond is full of angry swans
and you've got bread
(your enemy is on the other side)
ah my old enemy here on the bridge, the bridge spanning the pond
here we stand and face each in combat
circle each other, hands clasped behind our backs,
stand up straight like gentlemen,
circling each other in a formal dance, one foot at a time
and our swords flutter rapidly in a brief flash
my blade right through my enemy's heart
like a chainsaw through the branch I'm sitting on
instantly I vanish, no chance to even feel surprised
the swans are looking on
the swans are impressed