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Static Thick

by Desert Liminal

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tmoneygetpaid Somehow stumbled onto this record, and listened to "Sun Limina" 3 times in a row, and bought the tape after the first play. That song is a beautifully written and aptly presented reflection on loss of a parent and grief- an incredibly brave way to start an album, one that I suspect will form an instant bond with any open listener. The rest of the record continues in kind- a sparse yet big sound that is centered on rich lyrics sung by a wonderfully rich voice. Favorite track: Sun Limina.
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1.
Sun Limina 02:15
the day the storm came the air rang static thick and the skull buzz drone of life swung on its hinge i wet stared into the glare and called to it then waited soft and scared to tell my sister then everyone who loves us starts to sing i'm sorry, i'm sorry, my condolences and in a buzzing Pilsen loft I took the hit because there's no right way to grieve or how to live the pain's a concatenated shape of little things i'm livin in the John Prine songs he used to sing and searching for those circling hawks he used to see staring out the gray-blue eyes he gave to me
2.
Slept In 02:07
gold dusk, you wake, hide in low light these dusted lungs got bored and tired what'd we expect, to grow our health? sleep days in the pitch black room you built i'll own, i know i slept in too gazed up at clouds of that smoke you blew smilin up in your crowd and i bought in on that big warm wave come brought us down ride slow in the van like we're the same kind sit up, crack wise, opine all night you saw where i come from's hard to find still ripped your red-eyed hooks out mine i'll own, i know i slept in too lost days that waned in the room with you sweet drunk in your crowd and i bought in on that big warm wave come brought us down
3.
Slow Sundays 03:31
i still daydream ways to burn our empty house slow sundays chase a face to blow a ring of smoke around i still slip out after dark to ride the curves then skip walk home alone to breath the scene, and hear it burn in the easy dream i drift into the street they drive slow there, live stoned left side you die, on the right you won't i still slip all of the strays into my purse hiss prank calls through the walls and fake it sane within the curse i still sell new ways to shake an old machine left broke down cold and aged and faded blank as anything in the easy dream i slip out through the floor i dream slow there, live high cold swaths of sun that sift inside flames lick up slow, take down the whole sky some sick solipsistic joyride of mine you're out, you lose them cards you show nothin got me off like sayin no you're out, you lose them cards you show nothin got me off like going home alone
4.
came in from outside, around can't seem to bleed, or scream i can't quite figure why came in from outside, around can't move to crawl, or cry i can't quite figure why i've not yet worked it out lets ride out, life's a dirty trial get tried, decided, iced out i can't quite figure why i won't be moved to try like, what's time? born lived had me died, how? i can't quite work it out, why? i won't quite drink it down i can't quite piece it out i won't be moved to try just slide down the sandstone canyons white, wild, formed curved born and died, how? i won't quite drink it down i can't quite piece it out i won't quite drink it down i won't be moved to try that love's magnolia that love's magnolia under sunset contrail that love's a ghost you met there that love's a ghost you left there that love's a ghost
5.
he made it in a lab, palace of glass a pitch shifter, dissociator a magic act of flasks and cables the heavy heads tilt back and take it then, oh no a bad surprise, some hijacked high by fate or choice, circuit bent body lost its shine a fiber wire snakes up my spine and i ride the wreck until it scratches, harsh and fine aren't we all, aren't we all? aren't we all that chained up? aren't we all that chained up? aren't we all that chained up dog? til my good lonely days come back i'll take the bath let Emmett's voice roll out like velvet on the track painkiller sound fills up my mouth and I spin that record til it scratches, harsh and loud
6.
i saw, i caught, i saw, i caught a snake wrapped round the mouth she's all i have, i'll take you down i caught a snake wrapped round the mouth she's all i have, i'll take you out she's all i have bled white, a blight, a broken hand what's worse, the death or what I had? crawled home, some stolen, aching hound what's learned, to blank or black this out? cold rips the low life corridor what's less, the debt or what I was? i saw you try to live without i saw you try, i saw you whole time you tried inside ya knew it won't be killed what hunts for you held it high and tight, rode it high and low turned the wheel toward the low life corridor fought it high, a kite, took you heart and soul rode the wreck to the low life corridor there find a snake wrapped round the mouth she's all i have, now
7.
Kate Has 02:50
Kate has dolls eyes, a lion's heart, and a smile it's everything, everything they don't get about our great Midwest the news came down, she picks me up we drive downtown or down south Kate, I said, my chest is knit so tight, from rib to rib, is this like dying? Kate, I said, my chest is knit like up so tight from rib across to rib and everyday i wake up sick Kate, I said my chest is knit up so tight from rib to rib and everyday i wake up sick the weight it sits so high and tight a cinderblock, like every night to fly a plane, but try to crash all the things i burned to ash faces blank and fade away a nation state in chronic pain your love's a lucky thing I get to take since he died, i'll always hurt still wake up and go to work mind goes up, a burning house to stand outside with cottonmouth the world's a bear, i'm a mouse still scared they'll flush me out Kate, I said, my chest is knit like up so tight from rib across to rib she says, why don't we get some groceries? and what are we gonna wear on New Years? she says, why don't we get some groceries? what are we gonna wear on New Years Eve?
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released October 16, 2017

written and performed by Desert Liminal

recorded, mixed, and mastered by Brian J. Sulpizio at the Compound in Little Village, through a temperate week in fall

cover art by Kelly Quillin
tape layout by Alexa Viscius
special thanks to Emily Kempf, Rob Sevier, Gabe Holcombe (Lillerne Tapes) and Tegan Brace

video for Heavy Heads by Alex Babbitt: vimeo.com/videolag

band photography by Alexa Viscius @alexavisciusphoto

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♫ ☾ Desert Liminal is an experimental pop trio and fixture in the deep field of Chicago D.I.Y. Their unique sound combines elements of melodic dream pop, shoegaze, and noise.

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