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Don’t feel the wind Don’t feel the cold Just see you when You walk alone You walk alone An improvised exercise A predatory love turning Turning prey and loneliness No one prays for loneliness Nothing Nothing makes me feel Nothing Nothing makes me feel like you I stole this from you And how it shapes me anyway All the ways they see me All the ways I look No one here seems to be only trying to survive They’re all pulling me in Inside, under the skin Nothing Nothing makes me feel Nothing Nothing makes me feel like you And all your rituals Mindless, primitive, animal But under Under the skin is you despite me And under Under everything what was only imaginary Nothing Nothing makes me feel Nothing Nothing makes me feel like you
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The man who fell to earth fell to a lonely place a conquered abandoned west for a lonely man from space He could have most anything But freedom or home Icarus’ cry Cares nothing for your view of the sky Oh, you’ve so far to go Years in this guise And no way to let them know You’re still alive And no way to say to them you’re okay So let’s settle down in a house by a lake while we wait for the day we don’t have to pretend And while she ponders God I’ll watch tv And try to remember A time when water Was worth more than The right view of the sky Oh, you’ve so far to go Years in this guise And no way to let them know You’re alive And no way to say to them you’re okay
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Strange strange morning tide lick the shore kill the night break the dawn in sunless fight Tungsten light leeches the dogstar of her sky Small small under sky skip sidewalk cracks spit, and gum-rounds Dripping wet she goes inside, the dogstar by her side And I’m old and I’m old and like a merry-go-round And there’s no one else here but Al'shira’s hound sitting sideways on the Northern Line Sing sing for your supper What is dragged from the sea is dragged from the sky What is dragged from the sky is dragged out of time robbing the dogstar of her goodbyes Hot heat of the underground summer How can you explain what you’ve lost in one Sothic year She could hunt howl or wait but there’s no point in begging for deity’s fodder And I’m old and I’m old and like a merry-go-round And there’s no one else left but Alshire’s hound getting nowhere on the Northern Line Sometimes the city’s on fire We go up for the flames bathe in the burning take what is ours burnt offerings from forgotten human promises And I’m old and I’m old and like a merry-go-round And there’s no one else left but Alshere’s hound getting nowhere on the Northern Line.

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released August 6, 2016

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optiphonal wonder machine San Francisco, California

Based in the San Francisco Bay Area, Optiphonal Wonder Machine is an audiovisual, synthpop and improvisation band. Drawing inspiration from post-punk, Appalachian folk music, experimental improvisation, mythology, and science fiction; OWM uses live video processing, songs, and improvisation for our performances. ... more

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