Don't do it. That there life is more than your game. Gluttony kills.

Fool's Gold Or The Lion (First Mix)

First EP by Faux Furrs released 2/11/2016

Mixed by Faux Furrs
Recorded at Minbal and Wall to Wall (RIP)
Mastered at Malt Audio by Mike Altergott and Rob Marshall

Packing

From The Outside Pt. Ii

Rotary

Radiation/Cryonics

Cycles

Sand In My Toes

Moon Farm

Fools Gold Or The Lion

Intro

I've been thinking of meaning
And waiting for it to appear
Oh but it's no good for me here
Standing out in the dust field
Waiting for the rain to fall
Oh but there's no clouds here at all
Lala la la Lala la la
Just follow me, now drop the worry

Floating down the river
Searching for the reasons how
These gears are functioning now
Lala la la Lala la la
Just follow me, now drop the worry

Follow Me

Fresh moss on the rivulet rocks
Old holes in the heels of my socks
And no one there to talk

Bones shake in the frigid breeze
Leaves fall from the dogwood trees
And hear no cries from me
I've exhausted sympathy

Here in the garden there's no need to fear
Anything you can just
Look down and repeat until you're free
All those frightened crying voices,
Well let em pass you by and
Disappear in time
Do do do dooo 

Sitting back on that old seat
With new ashes under my feet
And no temporal needs
In the silent symphony

Loy Garden

I long to breathe again But I'm falling
There's never any release, the light is calling
The sky around is dark as my eyes glow
Among the vicious swarm, but all alone

Past the sanctuary channels
Ample volumes lie in wait
Pull the cord and clear the panels
Watch your angles animate

Falling thru my cold silver window
To see what's already known by the pharaohs
Another feeding binge under covers
And my electric lust is indulged

Volumes

Another sundown gazing through the vines
Violet and amber bleeding across the sky
Empty my bag to fill it up again
Lay down the armor, trade in the suit for skin

Out on the line, tethered to time

There was a clearing in the canopy
Floating between a dream and reality
My vapor form extending through the still
With the touch of ancient pillars and chlorophyll

Bag Baby

In a temple sitting in hunger
All the fruits beginning to fade
And departure echoes the mountain
In a milieu of shuffling shapes
Oh phantom go to the sunlight
To a shelter of forgotten warmth
Where ambition was not a burden
Where discomfort was never scorned

Ahh ahh no, wasting

In the city obsidian engine
Dirt will linger as long as you stay
Disassembled awaiting an answer
While the light falls off of the page
Would you take me back to the sea wall
With the clouds a familiar shade
And a golden colored eraser
Wiping all our sorrows away

Wasting

We were wrong about it
it was all enshrouded
we talked around it
4 so long
All our doubting
fell thin and crowded
while all the routing
was so wrong

A tale unfounded
words sewn around it
they kept compounding
on and on
Lost without it
all voices shouted
We talked around it
For too long

FAUX FURRS

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