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Cave Sounds

by Ghost Cat

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Joe Davis
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Joe Davis Just when you think they couldn't top Haunted Houses, Cave Sounds appears. It perfectly captures the magic from their prior release and then turns up the depth of their sound 200%. Where Haunted Houses is just the Five and A Half Minute Hallway, Cave Sounds is the Navidson Record. Favorite track: Space Pope is reptilian.
idkyet
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idkyet Energetic and emotional no matter how much i listen to it. Favorite track: Kat Von Wolfenstein.
Lance
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Lance Cool vocals and riffs. Favorite track: Kat Von Wolfenstein.
Kevin Stuff
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Kevin Stuff So glad I found this band. The songs are beautiful. Favorite track: Kat Von Wolfenstein.
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1.
As vast as the clear skies yet, there’s always clouds above I write them cause there’s always a cause so we sink back down and read the age of progress, the process of redeeming ourselves, throughout the years I’ve done what I can But time has taken my soul but my soul, bleeds no more They say, “J, you really seem to write it so well, you never show your sadness, but, you always write us rain.” If there’s no ending to beginnings then I know, we’re not the same
2.
We fall like bridges to the water smiling like nothing ever hurt It’s just the fading to the darkness should I fight to keep breathing? I’m the atrophy in the sentence, and we’re blowing in the wind my dear If you can’t be the one for my pockets, I’ll be the one for your feathers As our anemic love coats the sky I’ll always keep repeating, “it’s these bones that keep me standing, when my muscles start to shake.” Stay with me, I couldn’t paint the pictures, that blew our homes away if you can’t be the one for my pockets, I’ll be the one for your feathers If I could break these ribs, that no longer hold me I’d dive headfirst off the freeway, my friends open doors to make sure I’m not trying to sleep my life away What can I do with all this rain? I’ve been hiding for days, and I’m losing it’s the same if I was A, you’d B leaving Why am I so blue? Guess I never knew, how the light adjusted my thoughts M says don’t stop smiling If you can’t be the one for my pockets
3.
Hearts set to falling from paper dreams Our teeth are caught up in our pretty speech As the details of every night I spent opening lights from perfectly defined seams Hey, Hey, Hey, Hey, Please take my bones from the back of your house singing, Hey, Hey, Hey, Hey Please take my bones from the back of your house She’s too bright for my seams, but I still try to pull her in and when we fault to death, carrying us away I’d keep shining, nothing made my heart stifle like my last life I fell so silent as the lights began to fade and I remember saying your name as you pressed your lips against mine and sang Hey, Hey, Hey, Hey, Please take my bones from the back of your house singing, Hey, Hey, Hey, Hey Please take my bones from the back of your house This here is a picture of everyone who’s ever given their hearts to my silence although I never claimed to see it, cause when you’re all alone and lost in your traits like me your goddamn love is fleeting and I’ve covered my scars, they’re no longer visible to you I spent my years threading on glass, stitching all your hearts together
4.
Like the last fall when we tied ourselves to beds where we felt the need to crawl inside each others skin When the lamp collapsed and we felt the ends of earth the silence coming from, the touch of our last instances So dear, I write this as a fading memory, the leaves are turning, orange, red, and brown like the skeleons they leave as they releave our eyes of any hope So collapse to the floor, i swear I did, as we misunderstood what our purposes were, or was I don’t know And what have I lost, just the anticipation of where I was suppose to be Should I have spoken your name a little louder? It pours out sweetly, from the tip of my tongue, yet so rough to the slightest touch And if I break apart my structure to conform to your touch, like carefully plucking my teeth as if carrying me in seas to seek some truth, of every picture we left, to the wave of your hand And it’s colder now then the day you begged me to come home, everyone has to be alone and that is where I lay amoungst these bones Around the same stories ending where I’m fearing the worst and it’s helping me, well, not fear It’s that I hoped that I wasn’t lost in the sentence and you would always remember, my poorly written words as we sang in the basement Now you say that you miss me yet, you spend all your time finding the ones you love And that secret stays with us, and I’m all alone though I screamed it, I couldn’t say a goddamn thing I never left it open, save the message, we’re shaking and I’m sorry if you missed it It was the skies and trees and the hope you placed in me, but these bones are just bones and I’m still shaking until I can’t anymore
5.
I found out why they fixed our wrists and why we were running around the house so, it’s clear, that I’ve had this fever We were rolling down the hill in your backyard for hours until the lightening bugs came out and swept us away The sky was bright, orange and bitter but I kept you in mind as I said, how I could live in these bones and never dry out While everyone’s writing me letters about the beauty in my speech it’s just a miscommunication I’d like to explain, but I’m stammered by your eyes and your speech I wish I could stay, but I’ve got this horrible depression So see us from the top of the hill accepting of gravity it’s as pretty as the pictures you took last fall, from your window, I looked happy That was the last time I felt anything that was the last time I held somebodies hands thinking I could hold these bones These sober thoughts are not enough to make to make you feel the way we felt that April night with your hands in mine I found out why they fixed our wrists, I was unconcious, like the life slowly leaving my eyes We were rolling down the hill in your backyard for hours until the lightening bugs came out and swept us away
6.
I spent a summer hopping trains, chasing my dreams, I was young and ambitious and scared and depressed Yet, I never turned my head, no, I never felt the need to taste the air that poured from your mouth as if filling my lungs with a cancer darling, I could live without Though I handled all my time, turned the world on it’s side but, I guess your drinking really helps you out with all the time you have to spend with me I guess there’s nothing more than fear, no love, no happiness I’m a winter bearded tree, so boring and so bright, so easily lived without Just a calloused song we sang as I fear you’d run away I’d pack my bags and hit the train before you left I’d be the one to breathe and recite I’m only going home, I’m only going home, I’m never going home but, I guess your drinking really helps you out with all the time you have to spend with me I guess there’s nothing more than fear, no love, no happiness I guess your drinking really helps you out with your happiness And it’s this place that I call my home where I’m all alone they say I’ve written you a song, I say they must be wrong My arms are these terrible extensions keeping you from hell, and I’m fighting to keep you from drowning in the absense of my words, I remember staying up all night, writing letters as I carefully pasted the post cards I’d send you, from every city I slept in I stopped writing that summer, I could no longer fill the pages and I’m sorry I portray myself like this, it’s embarrassing to say the least, but I’m slowly getting better, I’m quite alright If home is where the heart is then you've got mine

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released May 21, 2012

Recorded and mixed by: Ryan Haft
Mastered by: Jamie King
Vinyl re-master by: Fake Art Records

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