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Dissociative Dancing EP

by AmberHours

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We’re on a march, A wedding march. Our age demands it In more ways than one. Our age demands it. There’s a schedule of waypoints to be reached – Emotional or actual – Some of them with more pressing immediacy than others. Our path is littered With unseen arguments, Strewn with uncertainties, Mis-steps; Our changing perceptions threaten to trip us up at any moment. It’s not a journey that all would choose Or even accept. Our destination is a costly haze of aspirations, Crushed by reality. No confetti to stop up the drains; Egality’s to a minimum As we begin to walk the tightrope, Creating counterbalances in our own image As we go. As we go. As we go, Safe in the knowledge That none of this will ever be said aloud, A haze of expectation As we begin to walk the tightrope.
2.
Ten hours and standing. Ten hours and standing. It’s a play-through, A demo Before she closes the door, Before the page turns. She’s fuelling the dream By siphoning off nightmares. By siphoning off nightmares. It’s all about the die-back. Youth in revolt, All else in despair. It’s a play-though: Youth in revolt And all else in despair Before the page turns.
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A New Tear 02:12
A new tear. A new tear. A new tear. A new tear in her story. A new tear: Anguish isn’t something you can howl away. A new tear. A new tear: A new tear in her story.
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Doing no right, She could always be forgiven for it. Out of fear, Illness Or whatever, She could always be forgiven for it Or whatever else. But it couldn’t be forgotten, It couldn’t be forgotten.
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I refuse to find joy in misery, A silver lining in abject failure: The next move is coming. Count it down, Count it out. Deduce what you will. Deduce what you will. Or just ask her. Try and catch her eye. Or just ask her. But why bother? You’ve got more than enough grief to share already And there’s nothing she’ll share with you. Besides, You’re only dancing. You’re only dancing; A silver lining in abject failure. And there’s nothing she’ll share with you. The next move Is coming.
6.
What Fire 02:24
I’ve always told you the truth, I’ve always told you. So I won’t start lying now. I won’t. There’s nothing left to save, There’s nothing left. Let the embers Burn their last. Then contain the fire, Contain what fire, Remains fire. I want to know how all of this plays When I say it to you. I have no idea If I ever will. I’ve always told you the truth: I won’t.
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After You 02:19
Alone, I feel the cold so much more than I used to, Before you. My eyes stream this fact all day. But I’m a server without connections, So all traffic Stops with me. The data were corrupted from the start. Even their storage is beginning to deteriorate, Fragment. Fragment. Yes, Disorder lurks this way, Frozen in a broken moment, Just like me. Logic is dispassionate. Logic is dispassionate. I am not.

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Recorded some time ago, probably in London. Yes, the vocals are quiet.

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released August 22, 2018

In this instance, a solitary figure was on writing, performance and all production duties.

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A name from an old song. Old habits dying loudly.

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