This is a song about the spaces between existence, between phases of life. Like phases of the moon, even. 

It's meant to be a stripped-down, bare closer. With enough air to move to and from something.
lyrics
Lie me down, 
feed me to the mouth of the river 
Interlunar, oceans of light 
separate us 
Separator, 
between two points 
does light permit deliverance? 

Form a firmament, 
Nothing is permanent. 
From the firmament, 
Nothing here is permanent.

Interlunar

In the cosmological equivalent of Mario Kart, the universe constantly throws us cosmic banana peels for us to slip on--red shells in the case of extreme circumstances, although "Vermilion" perhaps covers that one. Beyond that, one thing we can unconditionally do to increase our happiness and better our experiences is to make our own odds. (Although it's not the easiest of activities.) This is a song about making our own luck, our own fortunes--lest we get lost in it all, the "blinding light" that gets mentioned a few times on this demo. The "you" is an intentional break: it's a pronoun that works reflexively to engage the reader/listener; it has a personal narrative significance; and also functions as a general term for everything in life we should or want to experience, yet layer conditions on. 

This was written after nights of bad decisions. The title speaks for itself.
lyrics
I get lost waiting on that light 
Filters from above 
Defy our spectrum 

I get tired waiting on those odds 
To weigh in our favor 
Rescind our made love 

Still I want to explore you: 
all trenches and dunes. 

(Come undone, spired, 
come again.)

Oddsmaker

Like the spectrum of light, the human experience ranges. One that is especially poignant is that of the color red--or in this song's case, vermilion--as it denotes extremely strong feelings, often illustrated as passion or rage. What connects the red to the violet, the opposite of vermilion? How do we bridge that gap? Why? This is about how human emotions are wired--contrived even--to certain stimulus responses, and one's attempt to deconstruct and analyze the profundity of experience. 

I swear we don't smoke weed
lyrics
Range of light: 
motion repeating 
A cadence slips from our labored breathing 
Saw the spectrum expectedly leaning 
toward vermilion, staring 
at the ceiling 

From the red end of the spectrum, 
who lets the violet in? 

In the night coruscating light blinds our way 
To architects, they-who-hold-credence- 
where-their-roads-end-freeing-space, 

"Take me down to where we can tear the walls apart."

Vermilion (Motion Repeating)

Hang on to the pines 
(grow) while you're still mine 
Before that fall-apart 
A mother's arms will grow tired still 
Under the water we had fault 
The weight was too much; our ocean skin would touch. 

Light, permit me to be everything luminous, 
everything transitory. 

Oh, Love, did you come hard enough for you to want me to stay? Because I don't know what to do with this sorrow that I sing to you to borrow your strength. 
Maybe we were born from a heavier time 
The world I thought was mine caved in, 
turned on its side. 
If only we had met years down the line at a neighbor's wedding, a show, or a dive 
We'd say that we were fine, but we'd know each other is lying because we had talked all that shit about all those who settle. 
Ancestry carved these lines into my face 
Resemblance can come to to all those who wait. 

But I am not my father's war; 
I'm not the land my family was working toward. 

Hold still and I will move you. 
I will move through you, 
and I will move.

Light, Permit Me

	
Return now 
to the Earth that bore us 
Make no mistake 
I'll wait here beside the bedrock 
and I can take its place 
When time stops 
I won't mind at all 
Do I fit a timeline? 
Do I leave behind the green world that just divests us, 
leaves us on our own? 

To think I was restless, pacing around while she was gone 
While keeping our secrets safe for far too long 
Now a young a cadence fails to get me to sing 
As our roots were pulled, split apart at the seams 
No groundwater left, 
keep me where you think ivy always deserves to be. 

Lionhearted, 
left a light on.

Lionhearted

Wide-eyed 
Teach me how to sing in forest green. 
From new, cerulean blood 
Days and dust 
Only youth could be my reliquary. 

Time tells me I needed to feel it all: 
I was the child whose colors you let run 
in hopes that one day I may return to you. 
No green or brown could ever keep you around. 

Don't go, light; 
I'm still so far behind 

In old viridian, the waves move slowly now. 
I keep my breath held so water could rise. 
I could never tell where we began to wane 
I'm flailing in the morning 
You're disarmed with the dawn. 

Faded-away green 
I've seen those shades in dreams.

Viridian

Just trying to sound like floating islands, man. 

constantin roman - bass
isaias hernandez - drums
joey agliata - vox, guitars, aux
jonathan mondragon - synths, keys
kyle burns - guitars, aux


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