the light, it seemed so pure
but can you really be so sure
those nights, all now a blur
'cause i've been tainted by the cure

the light was warm but fleeting
and i can feel my heart still beating
your eyes do tend to haunt
but is this really what you want?

one more time, just hold my hand
flap our wings before we land
i dreamt of you out in the sand
but i'm just fine, i'll skip the tan

i know we're crashing awfully soon
but hold me tight until we do
one to one, birds of a feather
let's let these flames go out together

Purity II

Beach Dream (feat. $carla1000)

White Light (feat. $carla1000)

through the mirror, past the ring
do you see me? does it sting?

i still hear you in the sea
tidal visions, hearts unseen

* * *

hold the anchor, test the winds
bless the waters, bless our skin

maybe this time we can swim
water's warmer once you're in

i'll be land, you be mine
if you're sinking, i can dive

who needs air? who needs time?
with your heartbeat next to mine

* * *

and i'm sorry, anyways

the god of love won't hold you up, just fate

Joye

i cant stand the rain
the bathtub drives me insane
i'm tryna wither away
evaporation's the way to the next plane

i thought i heard my name
or what you called me those days
i tried to hide it away
but it took too much space
squished my guts outta place

just wanted one more chance to bind myself again
one more night to tie our hands and dive straight into the fire

 a crown of thorns goes great with my hair
scars are in as long as you dont really care
you draw a heart on your sleeve and put a sleeve on your heart

Gutsquisher

in the end it's always nice 
past the gates where its sunny
in the end it's all aligned
the thorn in your side's pretty funny

but the hardest part is waking up to a sun where the moon once was
when the night is done and the day seems way too long
you fell upon your crush and ended up getting fully sunk
you wanted more from the summer and less of a falling under

Holden

Crush

just to be aligned up sine to sine
just past my reach on a dotted line
how i wanted ooo to be taken and haunted

to see what its like to sleep inside
from the street where the lights go off at night
were u callin ooo with my phone not even on yet

just call again if ur wantin
(can you call again if ur wantin)

* * *

see a set of dark eyes just behind your shoulder
get ripe with age or just get older
see the set of signs wardin off the thunder
is the sky a liar cuz im startin to wonder

Orange Grove

Sine

i can see it in your eyes if i look too long
look past just behind at the ocean

keep your hands on my eyes
i dont mind
cuz i know that you know how to get it

you can do what you like just leave me alive
i wont tell
ill keep your clothes all clean and tidy

ill follow you whatever you do 
if its to hell
you can keep me cold in the nighty

ill do anything that you want me to
next to you
whats the worth of another body

just tell me your mine and we'll leave this behind
someone else can let them free from the cellar

Sign of the Crab

Sea of Nectar

encast in my sight
enladen in light
with a soft supple spine

passed from warm guts
in a labour of love
now ill hold you above

though under you grew 
beholden to blue
when im not around you

* * *
through the pesticide
from the cloud arises a silver line
(soft hands reach above)

to ingest the nile
to imbibe in bile
to be set on fire
(afloat in my love)


ill cast you a mold
for when you get cold
in well wishes told

ill weave you in silk
concoct you my milk
and swallow your guilt

Anemone

Tubetop Pregnancy

hes certainly the son
in pearly glue shes hung
in dark her shift undone
its fixed

to thus be thine
with turpentine
myrrh spoiled in wine
to thus be thine

Baltazar

“My imagination, keeps firing inside…”

fugue is the debut release from blablarism, the solo moniker of Kiev resident Oksana Zmorovytch. Together, these four tracks serve as an ode to the disparate nature of her homeland, where beautiful Stalinist constructions stand side-by-side with Khrushchev's sullen cement-paneled buildings. Drawn from a darkened kaleidoscope of influences that recall elements of goth, post-punk, shoegaze and drone, fugue is a dense composition of plangent guitars, hypnotic bass lines, mournful synth tones and amorphous vocals that create a suitably bleak register. The unrelenting beat of caustic drums throughout ensures the pagan’s lament continues apace.

IDEAL 002 is a reflection of the paralyzing hinterland between fiction and reality, strictly limited to 50 tapes.

PRE-ORDER: http://newideals.bigcartel.com/product/blablarism-fugue-c20-ep

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