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Proximity (EP)

by Seasick Swan

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jesusp This music is as simple as sophisticated and as pleasant as deeply moving. I love it! Favorite track: Dayline.
Eman Carbone
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Eman Carbone This is our first EP, recorded in July 2015 in London.

I played bass and doule-bass in all tracks, enjoy! Favorite track: Dayline.
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1.
Proximity 05:14
Proximity warns my songs that coming is the storm, (that coming is the) so why is it just drizzling? Beauty spend this day with me. Proximity warns my thoughts that you may never come, (you may never have) but someone's pulled at my sleeve. And I can easily forgive. The overview is lost in between your teeth. There is a needle razor sharp which sows you up with me. Togetherness: a tapestry. What if I can't be near enough to hear the sound of this falling tree. How can I realise who you are? Proximity lit the bombs that you had brought along (that you had swallowed) carefully. One long breath and gone's the fear. Proximity drew the dawn upon a foggy pond where there's no way to breathe. And now my mouth is full of bees. The overview is lost in between your teeth. There is a needle razor sharp which sows you up with me. Togetherness: a tapestry. What if I can't be near enough to hear the sound of this falling tree. How can I realise who you are?
2.
Dayline 04:52
Talking about the harvest and the upkeep of their horses. With the chilling of the wind I hear the sniffling of their noses. Ghosts are at home here. Sometimes sitting of the porch I used to hear their voices. Talking about the harvest and the upkeep of their horses. River, river slipping over. Stony eyes and twig-like fingers. Speaking of the winter through the words of an old fairy-tale. Days were getting shorter and the biscuits they were going stale. Come in from the cold with the wolves out on the cattle trails. River, river slipping over. Stony eyes and twig-like fingers. See as it slips away like the time we've lost. See as it slips away like the time we've got.
3.
Christmas 06:08
Drawing lines with brittle bones circling round the traffic cones. Sometimes I join them, sit in stone. The traffic today looks like a lantern parade. The wind tickles the aerials but they're too busy showing us Sky Sports. Read the signs just like a score, holding out for something more. The woman like the zebra crossing lies in pieces on the asphalt; people crossing, stepping on her back. (Pick up your present off the tarmac) The traffic lights don't feel alright 'cause half the time the green has got the blues. Christmas is creased from the weight of a year's worth of disappointments. See it unfold catch a cold put your fear in a tinsel chokehold. Driving round the parking lot, managing to get myself lost. I can't find a space behind the windscreen of my eyes. And with a red nose by the glove compartment, eyes are peeking over the dashboard. I take the bus 'cause it feels right to be led home by distant dialtones. Christmas is creased from the weight of a year's worth of disappointments. See it unfold catch a cold put your fear in a tinsel chokehold.
4.
What's the point in living forever. There's a place called heaven where nothing ever happens. I my dreams my friends and I discuss putting an end to things. I'm still on the chase but in a few odd years I'll long to be in this headspace. We give a chance only by chance. The pluriverse in a blurry verse. In my dreams my friends and I discuss putting an end to things, but suicide is only as attractive as it's always been.
5.
Break Time 04:51
Bonfire ash on a cracked stone stand a podium for the anti-air guns and long gone members of brass bands Benches facing the high command our identities lie encased in shards of opaque air Portholes out of a living hell gates are opening, breakdown at the foot of One Tree Hill Fifty thousand reclaimed this land golf tee royalties weren't enough to prise it from their hands Kids released into paddocks all across the country time is just an illusion break time perhaps even more so The oak stands tall and forgotten an unremarkable torso You are the sinner

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This is our first EP. Written last Christmas, released just in time for this one :)

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released November 30, 2015

Music and words by Seasick Swan
Produced mixed and mastered by Jack Gilbert and Seasick Swan

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