The Last Star of Amastris's listening history
Push the Blood Back in
When the last bit of light that shines through is dead and we are all matching shadows with the same blank reflection, distracted and withered and bound to the ceiling, can you not even then, feel it move on your skin…
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Early, instrumental draft of a work in progress.
©2018 Packard Black Productions
Written by Rain Fice.
Arranged, performed, and recorded by Rain Fice and Nicholas Wowk,
in Bancroft, Ontario, Sept. 2018.
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Early, instrumental draft of a work in progress.
©2018 Packard Black Productions
Written by Rain Fice.
Arranged, performed, and recorded by Rain Fice and Nicholas Wowk,
in Bancroft, Ontario, Sept. 2018.
Uploaded
Early, instrumental draft of a work in progress.
©2018 Packard Black Productions
Written by Rain Fice.
Arranged, performed, and recorded by Rain Fice and Nicholas Wowk,
in Bancroft, Ontario, Sept. 2018.
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=w6AnVtx8F-w
I lay down on the very ground where all at once we prey
are taken to our knees and felled like spring time clothes.
We rose and fell and rose again like northward vultures
on an island of hands…
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We are the phantom limb of some once grand collective;
so full of holes, run through from a distance.
Uniform and prism minded; vagrant eyed.
From this cloud we stretch out, though we are vacant.
Out here, on some misspent horizon,
there…
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With my mouth full of birds,
and having taken just the tonic,
I find the sky filled with my words;
painted in distances.
Hobbled and haunted.
The way down is hidden from my view.
My hands are soiled with my own birth.
I’m crawling…
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Track 7 from the LP, "Our Wounded Mistress."
Written and performed by Rain Fice.
Produced by Rain Fice and Benjamin Attard.
© 2017 Packard Black Productions
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It was really cold the winter I wrote the main guitar arpeggios for this.
It was cold again the winter we arranged and recorded it.
So far, this winter's been fairly mild.
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The Chinese believe if you perform a certain choreographed routine while aboard an elevator, the elevator will open a door to 'somewhere else'.
[Addendum : It's heavily formatted, but I want to point out I did use Chris Carignan's DjentBot…
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