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1.
Daydreams. 01:19
Does it seem like I got it figured out in my nights to nowhere I feel like a machine why is that a bad thing? and I lost the remote to the TV again fade into the next day I'm in need of a change Sometimes I think I'd be better out of here away from this dumpster dive version of me I'll take my daydreams And I will leave with everything I came with
2.
Tracing the same mistakes Oh, what a cliche I am and always have been get me out of this place that buried me in concrete and glass and everything in between It feels unnatural counterfactual to everything I truly believe so, Burn me with my Sulphured soul this city holds me in amber I feel stretched from coast to coast Hell can have me for all i care So tired of my own cyclical routines that have taken so many days cuffs collars, tartan ties, The clicking keyboards that tick away all my time It's all perpetual, feels supernatural I miss my childish idiosyncrasies so, Burn me with my Sulphured soul this city holds me in amber I feel stretched from coast to coast Hell can have me for all i care Let me grow old in the middle of elsewhere This place has drained the year right out of me I kick myself away from the table put my coat on blend into the evening of crimson horizons, the sea of brake lights Tomorrows festivities can wait another tomorrow and when I finally get home I think I'll sleep in. I've been human equivalent of sleeping with lights on leaving the taps on
3.
So I take my feet to bitumen at 11am I'm usually never up this early I wander past the glass buildings the smell of lunch is on the air there is music in the streets and I feel self-conscious watch the balloons float away that crowd looks surrounding I hope they don't notice me I hope they don't notice anything Do I breathe weird? So I'll leave this place to eternity punch my ticket in i always felt a little out of the water but never let it get to me I'll craft a new life amongst the conifers lose track of the 9 to 5. survive somewhere I can shape myself Because here I feel unoriginal Watch the ribbons sail away my folly is astounding I hope they don't notice me I hope they don't notice anything Do I breathe weird? Disillusioned by the negative I could do without this place every word creeps back in to my head "So, do I need any of these people anyway." Do I breathe Weird? Throw up a home amongst red woods transform from grey to green a place where no one will find me I'll know peace
4.
heading out last, finally left that place Headlights break apart in the water in the air Wearing your plaid jacket holding a thermos containing instant coffee you reflect on the yesterdays where your mind holds you and it all echos around you "Should I close my eyes this time, wake up to see the other side" cold air crystalise the air you breathe you are your reflection, you believe it's all temporary you feel like the midnight sunshine everything is impossible You are the mid-day moonlight You are the midnight sunshine radio breaks you from your trance As does the sound of the windshield shattering motion slows to a crawl as you fly over the safety railing cold air crystalise the air you breathe you are your reflection, Do you believe this is temporary? You feel like the mid-day moonlight everything is impossible You are the mid-day moonlight you are the midnight sunshine brake, freak, flip, repeat you hear the siren sound but no else is calling crawl from a wreckage or two the ones you've made and the ones you're going to when the reaper arrives, kick and scream "if I'm going down you're coming with me!" stand up walk to the road a stranger asks if you're alright You said "it's just a scratch, you don't need to worry about that" cold air crystalise the air you breathe who cares if it is temporary? you feel the late-night sunrise you feel like the mid-day moonlight you feel like bright-day starlight you feel like midnight sunshine You are the late night sunrise you are the mid-day moonlight you are the bright-day starlight you are the midnight sunshine
5.
I'll walk the rest of the way It's just some scrapes and bruises passed the wind-farms and blue-collar motorcades I'll stop at the motels Whenever I need a rest down by cypress and honeydew estate tomorrow seemed far away now it seems comforting Pass by the abandoned bloodhound sanctuary Through plantations of olive trees citrus fruit and chia seeds over the banks of newly frozen distributary streams I Welcome winter days Salted streets & grounded feet I Welcome winter days I Welcome winter Days Haven't seen a wolf in weeks but the milkweeds have been flowering in the butterfly gardens in the twilight of small towns Rise from the resin I was in to survey a few forest clearings it snows in the alpine groves where I hope to live and I Welcome winter days Salted streets & grounded feet I Welcome winter days I Welcome winter Days it snows in the alpine groves where I hope to live it snows in the alpine groves where I hope to live The trees with bronzing leaves left with the season shift it snows in the alpine groves where I hope to live I Welcome winter days Salted streets & grounded feet I Welcome winter days I Welcome winter Days
6.
Felling Axe. 02:15
Wake to green, I've seen my fair share of the scenery. Walk a new path, it looks like I’ve been here before why do I feel the same way? Log lodge in the meadow, wild flowers and a fluid filled head. it resonates the same "Have you found greatness yet" Have you found greatness yet? No, you're too busy inside your head Have you found greatness yet? No, you're worried about what will happen instead Petalled carpet by the vineyard, hunters’ cabin in the clearing, lakes have thawed a hum in the air signals the arrival of the bees where the woodcutters all sound the same "Kid have you found greatness yet?" Felling axe! I’m stuck in a tide of timber chiselled my own antlers down rest my head in a pillow of pollen was it me or this place? guess the answers always the same I lie down with the scenery I chipped away at the best parts of me.
7.
Foxes. 03:18
Fox fire on the lichen covered sides of the bark in the dark that illuminate my way home i'll etch the way back into the stones Hawk eyes survey the scene the ferns that brush against trees and me. is this all there is to life? always unsatisfied tied to the places I put myself Caught by the rye What would they think of me? Foxes all of them forever foraging While I wait for moss to cover me ravens nest in hollows near the creek I just want to feel like I belong here Is it just a matter of time? always unsatisfied fighting for places I put myself Caught by the rye What would they think of me? is it a murmur or a heart beat? while the roots wrap around me Sunk into the same sap I was in cut my way out of this grain claw my way back from the grave I've always been so ungrateful What would they think of me? is it just a matter of time always unsatisfied trying to find where I put myself Caught by the rye Is it just a matter of time always unsatisfied trying to find where I put myself Caught by the rye What would they think of me?
8.
Sawdust. 02:38
You can slow down take it from me the other side is just as green Just as dry and just as mean From blaze highways casino and the train cart pilgrims Does that sound familiar Does it sound like you've been there? running though the years to barely seen a thing Well there is no secret to hold on to the moment we're Sawdust and seeds So, take it from me it's not just the places but it is who we've been City lights to the forest life mine was pearl farm to country side I respect the world of neon but I prefer the fireflies I know it sounds insensitive to people with our temperament but There is no secret to hold on to the moment We're Sawdust and seeds So, take it from me it's not just the places but it is who we've been
9.
Open eyes by the rail road up by oak avenue it's time I made my way back to the woods should've known by the way I breathe it wasn't the places it was just me I love the way the seasons bleed I love the spring rain I love the summer shade In the valley of Nightshade and aconite I think I'm the only poison I need With overgrown statues of men that thought they were great they are all engraved the same "Heaven held a fire to the phoenix" I'm where the wind combines the smell of rot and the pristine pine needles and morning fog are the only embrace I need I love the way the colours change love the way the seasons bleed In the valley of Nightshade and aconite I see The blossoming of others rage how we decay at the same pace and carved into their hemlock graves "Heaven held a fire to the phoenix" I'm where the mountains part guiding rivers for centuries Somewhere between where I failed my body and where my body will fail me I love the way the colours change love the way the seasons bleed In the valley of Nightshade and aconite I dream Elsewhere amongst the reeds Somewhere between the peaks Heaven never held a fire to the phoenix I love the way the colours change the spring rain and summer shade I love the way the seasons bleed
10.
carve stones, cut down trees use the river for my laundry The precious, the pines and me is this where I want to be? I don't know much at all. try to find me between the peaks air feels a little brisk seen a few more wolves these days every morning and the rolling mist There isn't a thing i'd change I don't know much at all. try and find me between the peaks Light breaks through the canopy The sequoias, the sunshine and me Red lilies, evening moths, summer crickets I never caught Deer at dawn, honeyed eyes, The waters the colour of malachite and I'm no longer flustering But I still have the same daydreams I don't know much at all. try and find me between the peaks Silk worms, maple trees bear cubs and fluorescent fungi I am sawdust, I am seeds greatness is not the thing I need I don't know much at all. try and find me between the peaks Finally satisfied I will leave with everything I came with. Do I still breathe weird? am I out of the amber? There's snow on the alpines reflected by the mid-day moonlight There's snow on the alpines reflected by the midnight sunshine I love the way the seasons bleed Somewhere between the peaks.

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released November 1, 2019

All music was written and performed by Rick Sullivan.
Sound mixed, engineered, recorded by Scott Tomlinson.
Cover art by Georgie Buck.

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