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Lo​-​Fi Mystery Drone At Your House

by Sean B Goldring

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about

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Recorded in the middle of the night in the shittiest possible way.
Snare resonating in the room on a drum stool.
Seaboard and voice cranked.
A live one shot with loads of reverb.
Love to the mystery man.
Photo: George Harding
Model: Kevin Sackboy Jackson
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lyrics

I thought I told you.
There would be consequences in absence of my swing.
Oh, terrible life that they would bring.

Hey, he thought he told us to grow away.
Go away.

Inaccessible solo swimmer
Inaccessible in the middle of the sea
It's not so easy. Now grow up.

Stop complaining and figure it out.
It could be so much simpler.
As if you didn't already know.

Hold on, cleave to me
as if it were three of us.
Operations failing to leave me.

Oh we change so fast
I never should have asked about it.
In simplest terms you see.

I have lost the knack.
And I wish it was something I could have given back.
Hold on cleave to me.

We've got separation lathing me.
Claim love for yourself.
Lose to no one else.

I knew we had it right the first time:
We were in love.
Why would you question yourself?

It's like losing two of your favourite pets.
The leaves on the tree, they stretch.
How deep does the day go.

Smoothing over.
We had it for a second.
We had it for a day.

We forgot we were lowly assassins.
No longer on a job.
We forgot we were only on the job.

We were only on the job.
No question would be asked.
We've got mindful separation as a solo swimmer.

Inaccessible
In the middle of the sea
We were not so in there us two weren't there.

I loathe where you swell.
We were only in there for one day.
Knowing what we had

Such a shame
I was solely there to grieve and not to act.
It's much like,

Oh, we're something special.
We're lonely in kind like?
You got me? I won't trade, I'm living the life I've made for myself now.

There will be no loose separations of thought.
No drifting off to sea,
No drinking by the water, trying to forget what you've seen.

Give up simply and earnestly:
In changing what cannot be changed.
It's pointless.

Oh leave me be but my love with you
Don't forget it's not so easy on your own.
I wanted nothing but to press my hand against yours.

The fruit tree growing in the backyard.
The old cars and beaten up hunks of metal
A view of the mountains, a view of the sea.
A view of the trees, a view of me.
A peninsula, by the side of a truck stop.
A heartland with their heads screwed on straight.
The endless deprivation of human beings
For the sake of progress
A formal example of all that contest.

Let's walk out on all that trash,
Hear the rattle of the cash,
Stretch the skin like leaves stretched out before.

You got to make yourself regret what you knew you were waiting for.
There's no secret to success:
Break a few strings, get undressed.

Treasure every moment because you will
Treasure every moment because you will lose it.

I could not give up for a single second,
I lope through:
These little treasures.

I thoroughly thanked every single one of you.
I made it just for you,
Tastefully and truly I'll present it to you.

Hear the rattle:
That skin stretched tight.
Heartbeat and ribs inside.

Oh complete me,
Completely resist
Your own hand that feeds.

How come? How long?
When we tread backwards...

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released February 18, 2020

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Sean B Goldring England, UK

Born and raised in San Francisco California, releasing music under his own name and as Local Bliss.

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