I can reach for miles,
inside this place
My cushion pressed thin.
And I think too much
of conversations
that don’t exist

And these minted walls,
don’t change at all.
I can’t expect a gift
Cuz’ you’re on your own
And the kitchen stove
hasn’t had a friend like this

Pick it up my son

Written, recorded and mixed by Color Tongue
Mastered by Adam Straney

Stove

Try to forget my orbit
Try all the time
The gravity inhabits me
Circling your mind

La da La da La da da

Steam she rise
To kettle glow
And whistle from your ears

If Pluto’s moon could change its tune,
been lied to all those years

A day may come when lashing tongues
form words that break the skin.
Until that time, I'm strapped inside
To ride it out again

La da La da La da da

Written, recorded and mixed by Color Tongue
Mastered by Adam Straney

Pluto's Moon

A soundtrack clip of Frogsmilk's first game "The Italianeer"

The Italianeer - Soundtrack Sneak Peek 1

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Produced by Fat Heaven
Engineered/mixed by Jack Counce
Additional engineering by Travis Yablon
Recorded at Moffat Heaven and Studio G
Mastered by Matt Labozza

Pluto's Moon

Color Tongue

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