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Letters of Lost Cosmonauts

from Aphelion by From Bears

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My foot fell off the dirt path
I fell in the snow
But my shoes just kept walking
I followed them home
My house was underwater
And my lungs were too tired from the ocean

I can't see my toes
The sediment, the glows
And my brain eats its nose

A cloud in the sky
Was shaped like a horseshoe
With the properties of metal
Where lightning strikes had been queued
I held there suspended in air
All day long (until noon)

Reach up towards the ground
My hands want to sow
And my brain eats its nose

A hole in the oak tree
Lead straight to my current thoughts
A wall lined with bookshelves
Covered with cosmonaut's
Letters to wives
Home on the Earth they call home

Mission status is gold
My head wants its home
And my brain eats its nose

I can't find my brink
'cause I don't wanna
Sunny day, refuse to stay
I hope I'm in a coma
Glowing eyes, will chastise
Anyone with thunder thighs
Vertigo, now takes hold
I will not grow old

credits

from Aphelion, released October 31, 2013
Doug Little: guitar
Ben Taylor: bass, vocals
Matt Nemeth: drums
Trent Mason: synth/sampling

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Post psych-punk from the mountain.

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