The single from the upcoming album 'Similarities Between Fish And A Chair', out 04/30.

Similarities Between Fish And A Chair

Possible Plausible Reversible

Possible Plausible Reversible (feat. Dai Sekiguchi)

Tales of a blonde wig

Lyrics :)

The mirrors here speak in a language I don’t know
Bending the vowels til they don’t quite fit my throat
There’s a picture on the wall of a face I haven’t met
Eyes like mine but a frame I can’t forget.
I keep thinking if I tilt my head right,
I’ll step in and see the light.
Oh I’ll step in and see the light.

I feel my face
It disintegrates and
Forms something new
I wanted the true-ue-ue-ueth 

And I don’t fit my own reflection
Fit the coat before I knew
The photograph is and imitation (ah-ah-ah)
A glass like water, bending faces
All my lines are out of place
The photograph is and imitation (ah-ah-ah)

There’s an old map on my dressing room floor
Folded where the edges don’t meet anymore
I dress in good intentions then, forget the name. 
Of the pockets that once learned how to hold the same
I keep thinking if I tilt my head right,
I’ll step in and see the light.
I need to feel the light,
Oh I need to feel the light.

I feel my face
It disintegrates and
Forms something new
I wanted the true-ue-ue-ueth 

And I don’t fit my own reflection
Fit the coat before I knew
The photograph is and imitation (ah-ah-ah)
A glass like water, bending faces
All my lines are out of place
The photograph is and imitation (ah-ah-ah)

The mirrors here speak in a language I don’t know
Bending the vowels til they don’t quite fit my throat
There’s a picture on the wall of a face I haven’t met
Eyes like mine but a frame I can’t forget.
I keep thinking if I tilt my head right,
I’ll step in and see the light.
Oh I’ll step in and see the light.

Imitation

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Apathy

Dressed up in their finery they go, they know that nothing can be changed.
The lives they led were ordinary they know, they go with numbers for a name.
The kettle’s boiled (now, here they come) and the cups are drained (they cannot run).
Their faces, know no tears. Their faces, know no fear.

They line up waiting silently, behold, the cold, but nothing can be changed.
The monsters once were just like they, the cold, behold, with numbers for a name.
The light, it looms (an iron gun) so tantalising (but it’s yet to come).
Their faces, show no tears. Their faces, white with fear,

He takes them gently, subtly, they’re torn, the thorn, but nothing can be changed.
A flower thread right through their hearts, the thorn, they’re torn, with numbers for a name.
With tender fingers (tender fist) he silences them (with his gift).
His face, shows no tears at their faces white with fear.

The last one enters the room of bone. Se doesn’t turn away or fear, he won’t forget her, not for years.
He waits, a flower in his palm. The last she sees his frozen eyes, the last she hears her silent cries.

Dressed up in her finery, she goes, she knows that nothing can be changed.
She though she was just ordinary, but no, she goes

and nothing can be changed.

Dressed Up In Their Finery

Concrete Beach

Graffiti Children

vocals + guitars + bloops: arthur 
synths + pans + melodies in 13: adam
drums + samples + pith: laurence
bass + vocals + microwave: Ed

recording, production, mixing: arthur robijns
mastering: adam holmes & arthur robijns

all copyright pushpin + cobblerbob ltd.

Garden Cities of Tomorrow

Produced by Leg Puppy & Exire
Mixed and mastered by Leg Puppy & Exire

Guitars by Autorotation

Paycheck (When the Fun Stops, Stop) [radio Edit]

HYPE MACHINE is the fourth and final single dropped from YVA's upcoming debut EP by the same name. It is a prayer, a satirical sacrifice to the new gods of social media.

YVA cites Radiohead, IRAH, Massive Attack and early Fever Ray as her main inspirations for HYPE MACHINE, drawing from her love of drama and soundtracks to form an EP that is unrelenting in its approach of truth and meaning in a life that's gone fully virtual.

HYPE MACHINE

Hype Machine

Lyrics:

Light fire & a tight knapsack
Got no intention of turning back
Put a target on my price
And I’ll lowball
Think about me during your downfall

Know its hard for you to compute
I’m more than just something to look through
Step down, I dismiss you
Step down

Do you find my kind unholy?
Terrified of my body
Throw a stone, oh do put me
Back in place
Do you find me egocentric?
Making up my own metrics?
Throw a stone, oh do put me
Back in place

Call me deadly 
Choking envy
You’re deadbeat
Past mistakes

Heading over the hills with little left to say
Can’t hold me back from that far away
Hope no-one sees the lines on my face when I arrive
The lines that you gave

I was always a mere thing in your eyes
Just a means to make what you’d like
Bending over, I was down on my might
So yours had the floor
You took all the awards

Would you like me over easy?
Don’t put yourself out to please me
Throw a stone, oh do put me
Back in place
Tell me I take mine with bitters
A shadow in one of your pictures
Throw a stone, oh do put me
Back in place

Call me deadly
Choking envy
You’re deadbeat
Past mistakes
Call me deadly
Choking envy
You’re deadbeat
Past mistakes

Call Me
Call Me
Choking
Choking
Choking envy
Choking envy

Vocals and writing: Kate Brunotts and Lohrd Snohw.
Production: Kate Brunotts
Co-production: Lohrd Snohw

Call Me Deadly - Kate Brunotts & Lohrd Snohw

Magic Wool

Haystack Monolith is a hunter-gatherer, time traveller and retired skimmy thrower…