Send it down the line with your better hand.
They take your mind with the pieces if you break it.

You stopped all the screaming with your weakest hand.
I guess the noise was a chance you weren't taking.

And what would keep the time away
Would be in words that we couldn't say.
As if our mouths don't move that way.
As if our minds went blank.

One time, for yourself;
Give up distraction
and cut out the misery.

Considerably Away

When you look at the sky underwater,
It's as if the light has something to say.
If you're in the shallow the words could save you,
If you're in deep they just send you away.

You put it down with the things you won't toss away.
Like a thought you'll need on some other day,
When your mind can't think of the words to say.

Pictures Cut

Straight down
The narrowest way.
A blocked view on the brightest of days.
What color makes you feel warm in the dark?

Your Daughter went white
Stuck beneath anthracite.
Time to tuck in the culm.
Tell it good night.

When I find myself in a better place,
I settle down just to witness what is unimportant.

Some people move around at the quickest pace.
I settle down just to witness what is unimportant.


Coale Minor's Daughter and the Ghosts

Foreword

I've given up the worst of the words in the world.

I just save my breath for a day in the sun.

I count the times you wrote "Let us go"
In the snow.

I kept my mouth closed because I was wrong.

How many times do you think it was done?
What cold language did you choose from?  


All music written, performed, and recorded by Austin Edwards.

Language

Gresty Macsen

Language Barrier.

I've given up the worst of the words in the world

I just save my breath for a day in the sun.

I count the times you wrote "Let us go"
In the snow.

I kept my mouth closed because I was wrong.

How many times do you think it was done?
What cold language did you choose from?  

-  -  -  

What mind made the months that are coming?
What soaks up the waves? 
The bravest soil.
The good dirt.

I spend my time with the sound
That will make me deaf,
So I pin it down. 

What mind made the months that are coming?
What soaks up the waves? 
The bravest soil.
The good dirt.

I came across the waking,
And now the sleeping waits
for the building noise.

It stopped in just for the winter
And blew cold all around
to mute the sounds.

Now all the words in snow 
let us go

And all the words you've known 
let us go
 
Spare the mind you keep your anger in;
Lay thin in yellow skin.

(Outro vocal piece is called Other People's Yawns.)

Produced and performed by Austin Edwards in the winter of 2011. Mixed painstakingly since then.

Language Barrier

What mind made the months that are coming?
What soaks up the waves? 
The bravest soil.
The good dirt.

I spend my time with the sound
That will make me deaf,
So I pin it down. 

What mind made the months that are coming?
What soaks up the waves? 
The bravest soil.
The good dirt.

I came across the waking,
And now the sleeping waits
for the building noise.

It stopped in just for the winter,
And blew cold all around
to mute the sounds.

Now all the words in snow 
let us go.

And all the words you've known 
let us go.
 
Spare the mind you keep your anger in;
Lay thin in yellow skin.



Barrier

recorded in 2012. All sounds and instruments performed and recorded by Austin Edwards. 

I get sick when I hear the groans 
Of telephones.
With the noise post-poned, 
I'm like every other ghost.

I waste the grace 
Like an outline traced
When I wait for days
To slip away like waves.

But the time won't break.
But the time won't break.
But the time won't break.

Oh Oh Oh
   
And I thought the most of the man who said the least
 'Cause he held the sound like the ground that held his feet.
 Right down to the great advice he kept from me:
"Though your mind is loud, your complaints should rest in peace."

And all through towns built to stand for forever 
Things are waking up, there's that new gift of eyesight.

Look around, and if you're brave enough, stay awake for the daylight.   


Duste Minor's Ghost and the Daughter

demo of a song. Recorded in one night in bed. 

My girl gets wasted on
Chagrin and want.
She trips while on the hunt for better days.

She never feeds herself.
Her pang's dressed for rain.
But it's stifled and disoriented.

But she'll feed the beast at home.
Breaks bread when they're alone.

My girl breaks braces on 
nine letter words
When they're not rehearsed.
Beleaguer. Galvanize. Affidavit.

I still believe in what i've worn.
Ripped or torn.
The tactile beats out sweet delusion.

But I've been the beast at home.
I've spent my days alone.

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