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Demos

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Pitchforks brought from the bay put holes in plans we've made put holds on golden days I hope this time we've saved the best for last The wicked earth is bare headstones like bookends stare each other in the eye from across the plains I thought I'd die on
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My affinity for lack of better terms leads me to believe in you. There's something white on the ground, but not snow, I think it's salt from our shoes. Perhaps it will meld with your melted thoughts and stick to form something tangible. I'll pick up all of the rest with the dirt from the bottom of my sandals. It stays with me all the time All the street lamps on my road have been long burnt out, and it makes me a little bit scared to drive down in the dark and walk in my house. Like the apple leaf that tries so hard to hold on to its stem falls off to the salted ground to find hard earth instead I didn't think you'd mean so much to me, but I still can't just get to sleep. I wish you'd look over your shoulder And stay with me all the time
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Chorus: How can something on my mind have never been a part of time? It makes me uneasy to look at it that way, when the body's just a bearer for unsound unfounded regard. Now tell me how the rays feel Do they burn your bark and start a fire? Dripping/ink across the pages of the book you write in at night Shadows of trees crawl up your sleeves and dance along your teeth
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Grace/Nature 04:26
Have you ever had such trust to feel insofar as much as me, or do you rely on loaded nights? The latter glimmers if it might be something too familiar around these parts. But maybe not for someone who comes down from where there's just a few less crossroads near the downtown stores, More rocks collected from the shores, But no excuse to push away the insides / Well maybe I'm an open book, but that makes you a feelings crook. A storefront smashed one starry night, Hear the sirens, see the lights. I'm invisible without them. A tattered journal on the floor, What a way to treat your words. Frozen droplets in the wind, Turn and toss the sheets you're in. Blades of grass, they start to appear.

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released March 14, 2017

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Slow Haste Portland, Maine

Slow Haste is the electronic music project of Daniel Juergens based in Portland, ME.

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