You'll lose everything like lightning casts shadows on the wall you'll be delighted by the persistence of vision The cool of the breeze the clouds, the rain The snow, the seas, the stars, the lakes The ponds, the bees, the frogs…

I'm mistepping, I'm a step behind Everybody wants to own you everybody wants to show you up I'm mistepping, I'm a step behind Notes: Matt Parker on bass Jarrett Osborn on Drums

“We have complained a great deal. At least we are not so dull as to have the delusion that we know just exactly what it is that we are complaining about.” – Charles Fort, The Book of the Damned, 1919 Live drums, real bass, MIDI key loops…

“White coral islands in a dark blue sea. Luminous clouds of hyacinth flakes. Jet-black snow and hailstones flavored like oranges. Pink snow, flakes the size of saucers. “Vast things poised like crows over the moon. Dark shadows crossing…

“There doesn't seem to be anything to discuss. A needle that no one ever lost, in a haystack that never was. “We've been damned by giants, sound asleep. Things that are leprous to the faithful. Things that deep-sea fishes are bumped by…