walking up a tree trunk at a 90 degree angle

The Cage

Great Vacation

No. 3

Stop The Music

Does The Swallow Dream Of Flying

Old Ocean

I Did And I Don't And I Do

My man is a stagnant water,
a mud-your-linen, cacklin’ bogland
Waded in his iris to my knees
I bathed in his mouth overnight
We drank moonbeams from oily skies
Come dawn, he begged me, “Please, love, never leave”

Hmm, hmm
Hmm, hmm,

I have hands for building altars,
Lips to pray to reckless gods
Yeah, I was made to be a devotee
His mangroves held me ‘till died
My body’s relic left behind
To fossilize beneath the willow trees

Hmm, hmm,
Hmm, Hmm,

Thrashing like Ophelia in my featherdown coat
Won’t someone teach me to love without it swallowing me whole
If to be loved is to be changed, I’m only worsenin’
Mosquito larvae in my ribs
He only loves me when I rot with him

I’m my father’s stubborn daughter
And I am no gentle lover
Only crown I wear is loyalty
My man is a stagnant water,
a mud-your-linen, cacklin’ bogland
And I’m forever stuck his bog body

Hmm, hmm,
Hmm, hmm

The Bog Bodies

The Bog Bodies (Dorm Demo)

Dap Up

The culmination of a lifetime of work between two best friends, and two of their best friends, More Silver mixes an authentic and ethereal Northwest Indie sound with elements of Pop-Punk, Folk Rock, and catchy hooks.

Silver Platters

The Moss

Pelicans We

Tardigrade Song

Solar

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PRAYER IS THE BELL JAR YOU PUT OVER THIS GOODBYE. I’D RATHER LEAVE THIS EMBRACE BETWEEN YOU AND I. LET’S LOCK OUT THE BEARDED OLD MAN IN THE NIGHT GOWN. HE CAN TAP AGAINST THE GLASS BUT I’M NOT COMING OUT. I BUILD BRIDGES WITH THESE ARMS, I WILL NOT BUILD A FORTRESS. IN THE CIRCLE AROUND THE KITCHEN TABLE I SAY MY “AMEN” BECAUSE I FEEL BLESSED. SECRETLY HOPING WHILE JOINING HANDS THAT YOU CAN’T FEEL MY TREMBLING FINGERTIPS. IF I SIGN THIS PIECE OF PAPER DO I SELL MY SOUL ALONG WITH MY DUTIES? WE WON’T PUT OUR MONEY WHERE YOUR CATHOLIC MOUTH IS. EVEN THOUGH THE TEETH ARE LONG GONE THERE’S STILL BONE BENEATH THE GUMS AND THERE’S A LOT OF POTENTIAL IN A MIGHTY ORGAN. AND THEY TOLD US NOT TO CLAP SO WE CLAP AS LOUD AS WE CAN BECAUSE THE REVERB IN THOSE HOLY HALLS IS LIKE A LONG LOST FRIEND. HE KEEPS HITTING THE WALLS AND COMES ALL THE WAY BACK AGAIN. I WANT TREES INSTEAD OF GRAVESTONES AND NOTHING TO CONFESS. I GOT A SOFT SPOT FOR YOUR ANCIENT BOOKS OF HORROR STORIES. I GOT A MUSIC IN MY EARS FROM LONG LONG AGO AND FAR FAR AWAY AND I STILL HUM ITS TUNE BUT HOW COULD I EVER BELIEVE EVERY WORD IT SAYS TO ME? WE FOLLOW OUR OWN STEPS WHILE OUR SHADOWS KEEP WATCHING US. THE WRONG STEP WOULD BE NOT TO START THIS EXODUS.

"Big Houses" is the tenth track from the Squalloscope album "Soft Invasions". It features Toph Taylor on piano and Plaided on additional vocals.

http://seayou.bandcamp.com/album/squalloscope-soft-invasions

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Big Houses

Northern Star- Dom Fera

Counterfeit Arcade

Peace

Vocalist, multi-instrumentalist and producer from London.
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Solar

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