Sea Creature


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released February 25, 2015

Written and performed by Spies.
Recorded at The Meadow, Ireland.
Engineered by Rian Trench.
Mixed by Jake Miller.
Mastered by Robin Schmidt.
Artwork by Jeffrey Courtney.

Released by Trout Records.
P&C 2015, TR012



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Track Name: Sea Creature
I was in an ocean on a mercury mixture
Filling my lungs, completely ruined
You were something mythical, never imaginable
Always desirable, softer than noon
I somehow trusted my desires again
Knowing their peace was like a restless child
I somehow trusted the stillness of a year
Like the stillness of ripples or the stillness of light

And by now all purpose and thought has dissolved in salt
Just to scale your invisible skin
Hiding beneath the waves and smiles and pleasant hand gestures
Was the dark figure forming beneath the boat I was in

As the evening makes her closing remarks
I’m frightened by the thought of you in another hand
I’ll gather all the coins from my dresser drawer
To take you to this forever foreign land
Outside it’s a furnace but I’ll keep you in the bathtub
I’ll you ever clutching the corners of my mouth
I’ll gather all the coins the ones I’m desperately counting on
And I’ll be there waiting with my will or without

And by now our purpose and thought has dissolved in salt
It’s not dark, just remarkably dim
Hiding from the town between some trees watching our house burning
And dark figures forming around me and within

As the evening makes her closing remarks
We sat a while recollecting Sunday drives
As the evening makes her closing remarks
We sat a while, yeah we sat and we talked

As the evening makes her closing remarks
Track Name: The Holidays of Jed Bartlet
I’m in the car seat
Head on, waiting for the next collision
As you go from garden to garden
To the hill to the lower position
With my good hand on the good book
Help me out this place feels like a bunker
The white walls I’m buried under

But Leo’s at right hand
With the swiftness of his word
And Joshua is in the backroom
And he’s sharpening his sword

I was made for more than living in pale skin
And cotton clothes
Getting swayed by the slightest of breath
Stuck in a stigma waiting on those
Who cover their own intentions
To my back against the throne
Till the nation that I hold is holding
Nothing more than my bones

But lately slipping in and out of revival
See the sparks coming from my eyes
Twirling thoughts in a clotted brain
That I won’t live much longer

It lately seems to pass me on
It lately seems to pass me
Oh it lately seems to pass me on
It lately seems to pass on these days

My hollow days, my hollow day, my hollow days, my holidays
My hollow days
Track Name: Quincy Morris
You were the founding father of bravery
Slinging your bullets into monstrous skin
That’s how I saw you in my childish naivety
That was your title when I crowned you my king

That’s what I saw when the cream coloured bricks
Made an inverted corner in an unusual street
That’s before I lived in you spoke with you kissed you
That’s before I ventured underground, underneath

On moonlit nights I’d see reflections
Of when the warmth would flood into our inner celebration
Till Hollywood stood and severed what it could
Till that night when we tripped silent to the station

There, on the eastern border
On the eastern shore
Is where I’ve been fooled into thinking
That there’s nothing more

You left me caught, though on my sheets you linger
You left me caught between your thumb and your finger
Track Name: November Sky
When you get down to the lake are you so surprised
Recollecting Sunday drives and weary water eyes
In the evening talking of how they’re often discarded
When they reflect the November Sky

The November Sky is clear and bright but quickly turning
Autumn’s gone, she left her bags by the door this morning

We woke greeted by the fire’s smoke
As the embers danced and died celebrating without a sound
As for me, I am distracted and tired
As for me, I am dead leaves
I am paler, than the freshly fallen ground
Is scorched and broken
We are running on planes
We are running, our landscapes are scattered and open
And when you get down to the lake when you meet the water
Are you so surprised that it’s frozen
I know I am

I know I am older
Will we make it over?
Will we make it over?