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Behind Trees

Self-Titled 7"

pain in decibels

bannon's fucking dead

Discography

Did the Rock Go to Culinary School?

I think of the distance
The distance between you and me
Oceans, mountains, valleys, skies
And the thousand faces wandering between
Between you and me

And I await
The arrival of your next letter
Whose postmark gets closer to the day
Closer to the day
When you'll arrive home Letter to letter
Thought to thought
Letter to letter
I tally the distance between

And I think of the distance between us
And I see the distance reflected in the world before me
In the world before me
I see the distance reflected in the faces of those
Who I see walking the streets of this city
And in the reflections of their faces on the sides of the skyscrapers above
And I see the distance reflected in the world before me
In the world before me
In the world before me
In the world before me
And I see the distance in our faces
As we sit on our front porches at midnight
With the red sky above us
With the red sky above us
With the red sky above us
And I conclude that our only hope is each other
And I conclude that our only hope is each other
Our only hope is each other
And I conclude that our only hope is each other
Our only hope is each other
Our only hope is each other

Let this be our battlecry
Let this be our song
I await the arrival of your next letter

From person to person
I tally the distance between

Die, Emperor! Die! - Rachel I'm A Wretched Idealist

laurelei - the covering a vision of beauty

An Embrace Of Angels - The Lies I Don't Know I Believe

you had me at goodbye/win some, lose some

Flowery Avenues - A Postcard From Somewhere Far Away

0:00 - only wednesday
3:04 - middle
5:19 - i watched you die

solace - s/t

Song 3

Aporia is a confrontation with the void—the kind of album that doesn’t just play, it unravels you. It starts with a controlled chaos, pulling apart the scaffolding of thought, then drags you deeper into the soft, distorted pulse of dissolution. You don’t listen to this record so much as experience it—your sense of time slips, your body forgets where it ends, and your mind keeps circling questions it can’t answer.

The sound is heavy but never violent. It’s cerebral, textured, haunting. Guitars melt into ambience, drums skip and fracture, and the voice—resonant and human—threads through it all like a tether you’re not sure you trust. It feels ancient and futuristic at once. Cold yet intimate. Like you’re remembering something that hasn’t happened yet.

By the end, you’re not the same. You’ve stood in the place where thought gives up, and you’ve felt the silence stare back.

Aporia doesn’t give you peace.
It gives you the beauty of falling apart—on purpose.

The Axon Reversal

i shot the jukebox

This is father figure's jumping off a building release, it was released in 2013 on their bandcamp  http://fatherfiguretx.bandcamp.com/
You can download jumping off a building here: http://www1.zippyshare.com/v/3742912/file.html
I own nothing, all credit/rights belong to father figure

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