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The First Immoralist

by Giant Sighs

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    "Hard-fared paths, barbed bottlenecks
    A witch, and a well to draw water."
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Lyric: It came out of me I find it this hard just to stay warm face, your name, to voice Overseas but that's your problem So for half an hour every night I stare silence at dead air I hate the window, he just lied twice looked outside, the air is clear A short walk, just to state your name through each degree is "understanding" how to hear In beautiful weather we can relax on such a quiet road that i have room enough to sway from side to side. Eyes glow without focus. Lungs never close. occupied and introduced. Lucky we are ever ten times Believe me alone All because the race is so old Talk less and listen This grip's bringing trust back to find, find security so we can all go back to work This is wrong we're out of home Here is planning we don't call our own Stuck in a corner trying to better myself Asking about blocks and 'ifs' and 'buts' Everyone else i can call here, overlooks the fact Now even you! can insecurely fall apart Ease is pleasant reason Believe me alone
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Lyric: Can we Stop this worried sickness? Too few ways to clear, early on, so it's simply useless, useful, priceless, beautiful The last day i lived we got the little things out of the way In short all demeanors became apparent Post your letters back the way they came Impersonally decided so many times in so many seconds Keeping eyes closed we can decide who lies most you can be whoever you want to be, the world will always be a violent place. Liquid swallowed everything Whisper your worries to ears and eyes, of course Honesties trapped in every belly with both hands up
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Lyric: A simple oath to the audience, I promise you'll like what you hear 'herd, lure, command, teach, shade.' So says the seal We left in ones and twos and we left a few Chance is if you're lost you've lost your chance Certainly we choose to fail, to leave our plans too long for books Single ship sets to sail, and is rarely understated New rooms in the halls above Distractions hiss "We're isolate and temperamental" Solemn goodbyes and good luck Can you worry without a household? Would a fear develop? Watching things moving... Why do you want to watch? No pleasant reason, Took a wrong turn up there. Support your speed An insecurity to the loose point of fate Up against the Great Wall, again Practiced in the habits of star cultures She's gazing at our cluster, when the haul comes in Now, a while away with kaleidoscopes and calipers Wicket rhythms shift below the grand, untidy mind The time it took, to know between you and me, when they've been through it before. Hard-fared paths, barbed bottlenecks Gargamelle, and a source to draw water Fresh treads stretch on, like a message passed forward This spoor's design along the young trail
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Lyric: I bathed, blithe in deep waters, I surfaced to see surfaces cave. These fissures bear manifest a taut and terrible frame. Shades injecting on the highest bounds of the field lace each glimpse of a new horizon now revolved, halcyonic. Soon she trails a thirst i'll fall hard of breath wild reflections of stature concealed a feast all knowing revealed at least not showing a part of the field develops shrill, immature. forward and dive, among your airborne sewn with levies and perils another wisdom used to disbelieve their being civil or wise cleaving cliffs in the eight-cube boundary, taking the sow to the swamp. Abberation, the regatta now in flight from it's course, impressed upon great swollen plots of frail and meager wreckage. On dense-faint debris, the light is good. Your delapidated sham-palanquin, glides by sap and shade. The Limner trinity gives a monstrous crackling, on layers of meek limbs, the glares and flashing. Shed some shadow, set a lamp alight. a blotch on the angels who cast their nets A scheme to yield new affirmation. 'Commit cohorts to me', demands the catechism. See! this cone is a loss column All firing in idle dystrophy. Within this pall, the band of sprites mount their auto da fe Sunk underneath great swollen plots of frail and meager wreckage.

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Written by Patrick O'Malley & Joseph Mounsey

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released July 25, 2009

Recorded and mixed in various locations 2005-2009

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Produced by Joseph Mounsey

Sampling, Keyboards & Synthesisers, Guitars & Bass, Vocal/Talkbox/Vocoder, Piano, Guitar, Drums, Percussion, Electribe MX-1, Vibes, Clarinet & Artwork by Joseph Mounsey

Guitar by Patrick O'Malley

Vocal by Neil Tollitt

Violin by Alice O'Leary

Additional Engineering & Drums by Jamie Ward

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