Born of the Garden

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False Paul
Very Hi-Fi Devices (by White York)

A cover on our album. It was written by another Buffalonian band who I’d first heard at their final show. I learned the song from a 7” I’d bought after their set. That was at least 7 years ago, and I don’t listen to the single that often, so the beginning chords, vocal melodies, etc, have changed because of little corruptions of memory. 

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Anonymous asked: How old are you?

I’m pretty new, but my occasional jadedness (or ennui, if you’ll let me be as accurate as I can be at the cost of my sounding more like a knob) might cause a person to believe otherwise. I’m twenty and two years, which sometimes feels like too many and sometimes too few years to be.

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Sex is a bridging of flesh —
your land to theirs
Linked economies of heat
Tectonic movement as
mantle is melt
Mutual moons that pull
just enough to prevent the 

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Matter Trying

Trying to engage the parts of
my brain
that amount to my soul.
Answer me,
Faith, augment my life,
incomplete as facts.
Return the flow!
The touch of belief!
Push me, intuitions,
into illusions of light believed.
Let me be borne into
action by the bed of 
my mind.
Make me my dreams.

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