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Familiar
03:40
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A muffled sound from down the hall
But the details aren’t quite clear
You hear a human voice, that’s all
A cry of joy or fear
Don’t get too familiar
You know what happens next
The door will never open
But light seeps through the cracks
Press your hand up to the glass
Make a mark that you were here
But nothing ever pushes back
Just a fading print on the mirror
Don’t get too familiar
You know what happens next
The door will never open
But light seeps through the cracks
You know what's on the other side
You hear them passing through the wall
Smiles and waves and warm goodbyes
You return them too
Just out of view
Don’t knock
Don’t get too familiar
You know what happens next
The door never will open
But light seeps through the cracks
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2. |
In Case You Missed it
03:38
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By the time I reached to take the picture
The rain had softened down to a whisper
The magic that I tried so hard to capture
Vanished dried up like a soul in rapture
And it’s gone
ICYMI
I’m not alive
Hours spent with backbone bent and broken
Just to clarify a fleeting moment
Every second that I waste describing
Separates me from what I’m defining
Who gets to decide
What memories survive?
Encase them in amber
Til no one remembers
The voice that was left out
A scream lost in silence now
Why should my perspective
Be the only one accepted
When it's gone
ICYMI
I’m not alive
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3. |
In Amber
05:09
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I can’t hear you through the mirror
Your words are brought to me
By a different speaker
A copy of your thoughts relayed
Streamlined, simplified
Caught on tape-delay
Did you imagine then
You’d be a fly inside the amber?
A part of you forever still
I can’t see you like they do
Lost in a pattern
I don’t recognize
To them you’re just decoration
An affect, a trinket
Agency denied
Did you imagine then
You’d be a fly inside the amber?
A part of you forever still
I can’t know it completely
The feeling of being
Slowly atomized
Do you come ‘cross yourself
Like a beast in the wild
With a piece of the whole
In the gleam of its eyes?
When it speaks in your voice
Does it mirror the form
Of the void that was left
On the day it was born?
Did you imagine then
You’d be a fly inside the amber
A part of you forever still
That you would never fade
And in the light you’d catch a glimmer
A part of you forever still
Fly, be free
Fly in amber
How can we say that we control our fate
When what we throw away will grow and replicate?
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4. |
A Hair Out of Place
03:02
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I understand why you don’t speak
When all the talk returns to me
Each syllable a hair out of place
Tangling words that cannot escape
Go hide away
Where they won’t follow
Stay in your lane
Try again tomorrow
No matter what you thought you meant
The meaning will change once its been sent
(The meaning will change, change without end)
Go hide away
Where they won’t follow
Stay in your lane
Try again tomorrow
(Go hide away)
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5. |
Failure Cascade
04:20
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From the first cascading failure
Were we always like this?
Every step leads to another
Always losing ground
Slipping too far to recover
From the rising violence
Every step leads to another
Always losing ground
Up from dying roots drawing from the soil
Bled into the seeds spread into the whole
If you take a bite of a rotten apple
Can you taste the pure when poison has control?
All it takes is one corruption
Crack in the leyline
For the dream to start to crumble
Always losing ground
One word becomes a virus
Passing through the grapevine
And the nightmare will resurface
Always losing ground
Up from dying roots drawing from the soil
Bled into the seeds spread into the whole
If you take a bite of a rotten apple
Can you taste the pure when poison has control?
Do you want control?
Is that what you want?
Do you want control?
Is it something in the water?
Is it something in the air?
Rotting from the inside
Causing us to fail
Help me find a way out
I need to find a way out
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6. |
From One, Many
03:01
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7. |
Heat Lightning
03:00
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Like a flash from out the dark
Lonely stretch of lightning from the heat
Right before I fall asleep
Something shakes me wide awake
And takes a hold of me
The sound of a beating heart
Hues of glowing gold against the green
I am caught somewhere between
A state of static permanence
And burning energy
How can I find the words to say what I mean?
Before the feeling goes away
How can I convey?
That I need you to pull me out
Break the fever begging for release
Say what can’t be said aloud
Turn a distant thundercloud
Into a summer breeze
I don’t care how it ends
I want you to be a part of who I am
Even when it seems impossible
I want you to open up the door
Let the rush of air
Lift me off of my feet
And scatter all the pieces that I keep
Let the center fall
Embracing the disarray
Today’s the day that I let it in
Like a flash from out the dark
The sound of a beating heart
Says what can’t be said aloud
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8. |
Prayer of the Open Plain
04:54
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You will walk through walls
Pass through into open space
Your feet will leave the earth
Levitate
You will breathe and blow away the dust
You will leave the air unsettled
Levitate
You will wander off the roads
Gladly lose what you found
You will leave no trace
Levitate
You will dissolve into air
The rooms you filled will change their form
You will find a way out
Levitate
Levitate
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9. |
Mantlepiece
02:11
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What you see
See through me
Does it come out differently?
Is it in
Incomplete
Like there’s something in between?
Not an I
Not an I
Not an island
In a film
On repeat
This is all that’s left of me
When I’m gone
When I’m free
You decide what I will mean
Not an I
Not an I
Not an island
Ship in a bottle you know I won’t follow you
Out to the water and then slowly out of view
Not an I
Not an I
Not an island
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10. |
The Lonely Atom
05:14
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Pictures from Hawai’i
Not of the white beach
But of a wide and open plain
A view in a Calgary
Stretching eternally
From up here they both look the same
And on the ground below
Each separate piece of the whole
Moving discretely and alone
Inside the pane of glass
I see the world moving past
With my reflection imposed
Slowly he turns and walks away
Until his lines completely fade
The boy that’s inside him still
Sits at his windowsill
Watching the street lamps pierce the night
Now see the same blue white glow
In this city I don’t know
Giving each passing stranger light
Slowly they turn and walk away
Until their lives completely fade
Between the lines of my face
I recognize your pain
Don’t get too familiar
You know what happens next
But now I’m not so sure
I am standing inside the frame
If you look, you’ll see yourself the same
An opaque reflection
Of a lonely atom
Press your hand against the glass
Even if the mark won’t last
I will know you’re out there
On the open plain
If I see myself in you
See yourself in me
This life won’t have to be so lonely
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They will tell you that you’re chosen
Put a knife in your hand
Then sell a vicious past
A dream that will not last
You don’t have to be their weapon
They don’t really care about you
To them you are coal
They’ll split you into parts
Incinerate your heart
You don’t have to be an atom
There is another away
Where we collaborate
Where all the barriers
Finally dissipate
Don’t let them seal you in
Listen
I have stood where you are standing
Stood on barren ground
I hurt the way you hurt
But they will make it worse
You don’t have to live in anger
Through the crack along the doorway
You can feel the wind
The door will open up
And wipe away the dust
If you choose to let it in
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Lamniformes New York
Pronounced "Lam-neh-forms."
The songwriting project of Ian Cory.
Genre agnostic, generally heavy.
"The Lonely Atom" out on 3/29!
Lamniformes recommends:
Oliver of Bellows is an old friend. His newest record is his most ambitious yet.
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Four Earthen Impressions
by Frank Meadows + Jad Atoui
A new improvised drone record from the bassist for the Lamniformes live band, Frank Meadows
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Joseph Klomes, who did the album art for "Sisyphean," plays bass and does vocals in Droughts, a great post-hardcore band from Chicago.
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The Earth Wants Us Dead
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If you're going to go out in apocalyptic style you might want to have the 40 minute title track playing loud at your side.
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