Towards Violet

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Dear All

Here is a new song we made. It's called Everything Belongs To The Sun and it's a track from our new album (more about that SOON).

Hand claps, murmurs and layer upon layer of vocals made this track.The lyrics of the refrain were unwittingly written by Galia’s daughter. Full on and full off again and on and off; start and stop again. Take a breath and a cat squeaks in a gap. A baby breathes. And it’s always the same fight about who can perform on the track and who has to do the recording (Galia tends to triumph simply because of her inferior knowledge of compressors and recording levels).

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Everything Belongs to the Sun

my bedsheets of ice
suggest that i might call it a night but i
cant shake this feeling
that the voices i hear are all out to get me
crank up the tunes
let them lift me like a hundred balloons until
i hit the ceiling
i hit the ceiling but its right where i want to be

cause they tempt me
and resent me when the lights dim down
we all need a good reason to shout and scream like we mean it
weve all got to mean it

I Am An Approximately Perfect Square

Towards Violet - "Riptide" Lyrics

I’m pulling you under my riptide,
Drowning you in my love.
Filling your lungs with soul you could not dream of.

We walked down the beach stepping toe in toe.
Just looking at the waves to see where we, we’d go.
I stared into your eyes to find nothing there.
Then I realized the very same.
Once again a fantasy was the culprit to blame.
I’m insane...I need to make a change.

If only I could get you to notice me beyond the friendly grin,
Of two complete strangers where ones all in.
But I don’t know what to say, you’re the girl of my dreams.
Lets skip the in between and dive in.
Lets skip the in between and dive in. 

I’m pulling you under my riptide,
Drowning you in my love.
Filling your lungs with soul you could not dream of.

We walked down the beach burying our toes in the sand.
Leaving the coast heading for our end.
Fantasy is you and me and realities’ a sham.
As long as I’m somewhere with you I have a plan. 
Cause’ I’ve watched you stealing glances.
Is this all in my head?
I just want wake up with an angel in my bed. 

I’m pulling you under my riptide,
Drowning you in my love.
Filling your lungs with soul you could not dream of.
Deeper and deeper I pull your lips,
Ever so gently up to mine and breath the sweetness.
The sweetness of overwhelming bliss.
Whoa oh oh
Your true first kiss.


Lyrics by Marc Turin
Music by Marc Turin and Michael Matza
Produced and Arranged by Michael Matza

Special thanks to:
Maxwell Carmack: Recording Engineer 
http://lacunastudios.com/

Andy VanDette: Mastering Engineer
http://engineroomaudio.com/

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Riptide

"Castle" Lyrics:

She smiles,
She whispers those unspoken words
Of secrets I hope are of me…
She giggles,
She stares through her black silky hair
Eyes transfixed on me…
I can’t force myself to see.

Are these the eyes of a friendship to come?
Or is she eyeing me?
Are these the eyes that will mend my soul?
Are these the eyes…?
I don’t know.

Alone with my thoughts nostalgia came knocking,
Torturous searing pain.
Her fists fell upon me like the disinterest
Of so many who could have meant
Everything to me.

The bitter cold winds of November
Make me fear December.
She cuts through my thoughts as I escape hers
As if I was never there at all.

For I am alone with my thoughts…
The thought of me is alone;
Having no home but in the mind of my own,
Of my own.

Never thought that you could be
Anything to me
Guess I was right
When I waited up for you all night
Guess I’ll never be
Guess you’ll never be
Anything to me


Released 11/24/14

"Castle" by Towards Violet
Marc Turin: Music and Lyrics
Michael Matza: Music, Production/Arrangement, Mixing Engineer
Greg Carnevale: Drums

Special thanks to:
Maxwell Carmack: Recording Engineer 
http://lacunastudios.com/

Andy VanDette: Mastering Engineer
http://engineroomaudio.com/

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Castle

Galaxy funk

A rough mix cooked up and slapped face down on your rug by the creative cretins from underground. Fasten your spectacles and scroll down for a slime-riddled read-along.

Narrative:

Culled from his litter of brothers, the ugly vole gives the soft-spoken girl a shudder with his confident squeak. He startles the pheasant's neck from her hand and sees it fall beneath the bubbles of broth. Splash it back, splash it hot in her eyes of amber. "What a sweet voice you have young man," she says. "I've never heard any such timbre!"

Where are the rest of our friends?
Is she the one in the pulpit?
Leavin her name in my carvings
Am I the only one jokin?

Pelt standing spiked with delight, the vole plays along. "Why yes, it tends to impress women of your age!" She feels around for a rag to wipe her scalded eyes. "I can only imagine how handsome you must be!" "Allow me," he says slithering into her glistening palm. She brings the matted mess up to wipe her eyes.

Where are the rest of our friends?
Is she the one in the pulpit?
Leavin her name in my carvings
Am I the only one jokin?

"Your handkerchief smells of week's old well water and feels of grandfather's armpit tufts!" Spreading the crust from her monarch butterfly eyes, she finds the vole clutched between her fingers. She screams and lets him wriggle free. His erratic pelvis flips and jerks before he lands beside the bloated pheasant under the surface of the brine!

Where are the rest of our friends?
Is she the one in the pulpit?
Leavin her name in my carvings
Am I the only one jokin?
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All instruments recorded Live

Robby Cimino: Vocals/Guitar/Lyrics
Dylan Israelian: Bass
Michael Matza: Drums/Production

Vole's Last Brine

A rough mix a stray, somewhat matted tabby cat coughed up outside our cellar door. We can't be too angry with the little fella, he meant well. Thanks to the resplendent and ever-intriguing Aislinn Jordan for the lovely painting she made for us. Stay tuned for more raucous tunes...the cauldron remains aboil. 

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All instruments recorded live with the...er exception of the two clanging trash lids. You'll forgive us won't you? 

Robby: Guitar/Trash Lids/Production 
Dylan: Bass
Matza: Drums/Production
Harrison Watters: Collaborative Pioneering (We fucking love you, man)

Overheard from a Sewer

"Austin Street" by Towards Violet
Copyright 2015

Lyrics:

As we walked down Austin street,
You gave me reason to believe,
Something more than I thought could be.
Friends? Romance?
Either Circumstance would great by me.

Well, you took me to your favorite places
And showed me your familiar faces
Promising I would be one too.

Shared the darkest parts of us we swore we’d never tell…

Though our live seem like hell,
We found refuge in each other.

A connection like no other felt before…

You promised me a chance to be a part of you.
You swore to me! You swore to me that you wanted it too.
But you left me chasing the ghost of you.
You promised me a chance to be a part of you.
You swore to me! You swore to me that you wanted it too.
But you left me stranded chasing the ghost of you.

I messaged you all the time and fell every time you had none for me.
Who really has no time?
I mean…we have to eat, now don’t we?

Now my life feels like hell.
With no chance of us together.
A deception like so many have felt before.

You promised me a chance to be a part of you.
You swore to me! You swore to me that you wanted it too.
But you left me chasing the ghost of you.
You promised me a chance to be a part of you.
You swore to me! You swore to me that you wanted it too.
But you left me stranded chasing the ghost of you.

You said you’d make time for me
But I guess I’m not a priority.
I guess I’ll never be…

You lied to me.
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Marc Turin: Music & Lyrics, lead vocals, acoustic guitar
Michael Matza: Music, Production, acoustic guitar, bass, piano, backing vocals 

Thank you to special guest, Max Carmack, on drums

A tremendous thank you to
Recording Engineer: Max Carmack
Mastering Engineer: Andy VanDette

Overheard from a Sewer

This Loch Ness Monster

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