Steppes/Where the Unknown Traveller Lies

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This is the last track on our LP, Novella Minor. It’s roughly 7 1/2 minutes long, followed by about 3 minutes of ambient interlude, and then the ‘bonus’ track, “Where the Unknown Traveller Lies.” They reside on 1 track together on the album, and I decided to leave it that way here, seeing as Alonetone is so gracious as to allow rather large file uploads. Hope you enjoy!
Cheers,
Rain.

Steppes
We stall and splinter into the sun.
So proud of our winter, the straining of tongues.
To have called upon the withered, both spoken and dumb,
would dissolve all we’ve entered of ourselves into the sun.

I bleed and remember, on my own,
the need to resemble, to care and to have been known.

It’s all been given back to the ground,
we surround and then hint at having been told you’re not around.
I’m appalled by the reasons offered to calm.
Absolution feels nothing like falling through the ground.

I bleed and remember, on my own,
the need to resemble, to care and to have been known.

Oh, to have never met myself right here,
to have never run myself dry.
To have never, ever disappeared,
but to have stood back and watched myself die.

What’s wrong with me?
Is this alright?
I still don’t believe your steppes could be that wide.
What’s wrong with me?
I’m not alright.
I don’t believe that my steppes could be that wide.

So you’ve seen the claws,
and being more than 2, I have both sets of flaws.
Then there’s my subtle, oh so subtle distaste for the law,
which leads me to myself, and to my homeless ways at all costs.

I stall and splinter into the sun.
So proud of my winter; the stain on my tongue.
I’ve always felt so withered, so spoken and dumb.
I dissolve all I’ve entered of my soul into the sun