The bulging cheeks and shortness of breath.

This one took place in October but not really.

A logic made up of half-forgotten dreams and real white upon mere white.

The unheard lies and moldy undoing of one life, or several.

The no longer candle-lit recitation from the holy book of "Get Thy Act Together".

The gurney squeaks and you no longer have somewhere you need to be.

The goodnight tale of "The Little Artery That Could" and I paid for you in slush.

None of the cows made it out and a seldom-used parking space.

One single goose leg and he says that this feeling is new.

Get zapped and a son becomes a frog.

Mice tingling, tongs mingling.

Whatever is lying there, you hope it's from a dog.
credits


Silas Andersen - vocals, analogue and digital synthesizers, analogue and digital drum machines, noise electronics, percussion, melodica, toy keyboards, samples

All songs written, performed and engineered by
I Divorced Life / Silas Mikkel Andersen

Scavenge Like A Silly Robber

Dumb As We F***/E**/D**

It’s not okay
It’s not okay

When all is said and done

You know that
It’s not okay
It’s not okay

When all is said and done

You know it is not okay

What’s the point?
What’s the point
Of doing anything?

Please tell me

What’s the point?
What’s the point
Of doing anything?

Please tell me

Revolutionary Pissed-Off Shoes

Score for a soon to be released short film. 
More details will follow...

Kamp

The disembodied head of a demon floating mid-air over a small boy in his bed. 

This is the one about flowers and berries but not only.

Dreams and dream-related emotional residue carrying over into reality and this 

wave was not meant for you. 

The broken facts and the fuzzy history of one life, or several. 

Candle-lit ritualistic torture and incomplete lists of unimportant things.

The pendulum swings and muscle memory of obsolete and desperate wantings of 

assigning blame without ever accepting any. 

The sound of Hang Him By The Ankles and I paid for you in blood.

Streams of thoughts broken up by intrusive hideousness leaving any and all 

conslusions to still be desired. 

Tyranni and abuse, self-inflicted and inflicted onto others STOP.  

I don't know why I drive sober, but I do.

Tongue as a welcome mat.

Dripping golden honey.

Silas Andersen - vocals, synthesizers, guitar, drum machines, percussion, melodica, toy keyboards, bells

All songs written, performed, recorded, mixed and mastered by
I Divorced Life

Cover art photography by the fabulous Katrin Köhler
(Instagram: @wimpernradio)

I Divorced Life

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