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Roo / melfry - Split

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1.
Resuscitate my recitings, speak of myself like a UFO sighting: Swearing I'm telling the truth, but I know you can see right through me. Cold, drab, cast clue again. My room like me wants to cave in. My bones creak, my lungs hiss. So my nights have come to this Nightmares gallop on the range. An unheeded call to change. So, we speak with sharpened tongues of all the things that we've become. Grain by grain, I've dug this grave. Greet me, leave me with a wave Am I in want of someone else? Do I desire to better myself? I'm most whole with my eyes closed. You left me before I could go. The paradox of change. Ever-occurring: always the same. There comes a time when what's been fun can no longer be undone. A flaming match, a burning bridge, a sleepwalking arsonist. All seasons come to wither. Will I wilt with you I wonder? I know the answer, I won't lie. There but for the grace of you go I. Find myself at this crossroads again. After all I'm only what I've always been.
2.
Painted in stucco, your spinals protrusions hold messages if tapped. You're smuggling secrets within the dashboard, swearing that you'll take the rap. You got a baby coming, proclaiming you'll stay clean, but I know you're lying to me. Musky aroma, I could smell you from space and you think your Dad doesn't know. I wonder if the smoke smells as good as the shit you snort up your nose. I'm dying slowly. You're dying on time. For less than a dime. When I ask you where you have been you just reply, "Getting fucked up" again. I know what you'll say, but I think this is more than just a phase. Your recollections are dream-like at best: a mystery of what, why, how and when. I love your stories, except for the ones about your time spent in pen. When your jailmates left you, your family was gone, and you were left all alone. Now I am leaving a memorial to our past selves with sculptures of ash. Counting the day down, with the cigarettes that I have left. I've got the say that I miss the way that you used to be.
3.
Luminous, You're projecting yourself to me and I'm accepting. I saw ya, got distracted, hit my head on the could in Laputa. Knocked bereft of what peace of mind I had left. Now all my jigsaw puzzles are impossible. The term is "Staircase Wit" but what if it is permanent? Descent and ascension from Hades, but no one is ever following me. I don't see how anyone could make it look so easy to be the Sun. Platonic metaphors. You're a perfect form to me. But should I really squander time in a shadow of reality? Whatever rationale I use to help me sleep. I can't seize the day today: I'll do it tomorrow.
4.
and even though i've read this book several times before i always forget how it goes. but in spite of this, whenever i reach the end of it i'm never surprised by the twist. but at least i can say that every time i read it it's just as exciting as the first.
5.
i know you like eating local and you make your own jams at the co-op and offer to split plates with me while we're out when i'd rather just have a whole dish to myself so when i call up and ask you if you'd like to come with me for fast food please understand that it's not about charm or taste or sustainable living i just want a reason to hang out with you but i think that your taste in restaurants is a little more picky than we can afford to be in college at age 20
6.
every year, the seasons change but you, you always stay the same. like every other time of year, i ask myself why i'm here. the summer when i moved away you said we'd have to have a day to spend time like we used to do. but when we did you asked me to take you to the store and back because you're afraid of driving there. and on the way back to your house i heard no words come from your mouth. and in the fall, on your birthday i spent two weeks trying to find a thing i knew you'd always wanted. and two weeks later, i found out that you'd sold it. when i came home for easter break you took me out to dinner with friends i hadn't seen in months. but i couldn't tell if you were one of them. it isn't that i think that you owe me. i just wish that you wouldn't ask me what it was i wanted for christmas if you weren't gonna get it for me in the first place

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This is a collection of songs that mai man melfry and I have been kicking around for a while and been wanting to put out there. It's been an amazing experience simply being able to know melfry and being able to put together a collaborative EP AND a fucking split is life-affirming. Everyone should get to know melfry at melfry.bandcamp.com and keep an eye out on their releases, cuz they're a fantastic artist and a great friend. Thanks for listening to the music as always. It's seriously awesome!

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released February 7, 2015

Songs written by melfry and Roo.
Mixed, recorded and made to sound like aural bliss by melfry
Art by melfry
Taco Bell ingested by melfry and Roo

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