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Green Languages [EP]

by Sense of Scenery

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1.
Take the flight of the stairs to the street And all I see are the ways in which You could hurt me again Hear the sirens, feel the sounds And all I think of are the ways in which everything is vulnerable To the pressure cracks in pavement To the spider-web fractures in glass A new moon peaks through there to be hung in the sky Should I really mind? All the words that we say circulate in the mind; Ricochets off the murmuring crowds Through the garden, through the aisles And I must ask to myself: Am I, am I just this pitiful? To the seismic throes under pressure Reverberates through the wild A silent silver eye blinks there hung in the sky Should I really mind? To avoid all the love that is pure and complete: The only possession worth pursuing in time I frantically disengage myself from the chaos And all these messy possibilities To jagged fault-line scrawls through the centre I’m your volcano in the ground A new moon for the clouds to slip behind Should I really mind? No, I don’t mind No, I don’t mind No, I don’t mind
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I turn sideways to the sun Keep my thoughts from everyone It's a jungle, I'm a freak Hear me talk, but never speak So I'm stepping out of time Because breaking is a crime And it may all be too late But I've no passion for this hate That's the price of love (that's the price of love) Can you feel it (can you feel it) If we could buy it now (that's the price of love) How long would it last (that's the price of love) And when this building is on fire These flames can't burn any higher I turn sideways to the sun And in a moment I am gone That's the price of love (that's the price of love) Can you feel it (can you feel it) If we could buy it now (that's the price of love) How long would it last (that's the price of love) That's the price of love (that's the price of love) Can you feel it (can you feel it) If we could buy it now (that's the price of love) How long would it last (that's the price of love) (Mid) That's the price of love (that's the price of love) Can you feel it (can you feel it) If we could buy it now (that's the price of love) How long would it last (that's the price of love) (that’s the price of love) That’s the price of love (can you feel it) If we could buy it now (that’s the price of love) How long will it last (that’s the price of love)
4.
Disfigurines 05:10
It’s a stylish hell for our Jezebel Through crowded rooms spawn tiny doors A hairline crack in the porcelain mouth She’ll desperately need to get through to you And what she covets won’t be what she needs These tiny doors lead to misery But she’ll play the game until everyone sees How to celebrate How to truly feel the light What do you want me to say? What do you want me to be? Does this devil look into you? We’re disfigured for Mantle men taut as green game board felt Wheeze soliloquy, grin shiny white teeth You’re the number and they’re the sum At the end of the day, it comes to what they choose As all the children make like elephants See, we occupy our own time and space But you’re still the number and you’re still the herd It’s the glue that binds And it never seems to break What do you want me to say? What do you want me to be? Do your ghosts speak within you? We’re disfigured for life Don’t you see? What would you rather be? It’s a microwave Slip into tombs Kiss the sick, kiss the beautiful As if the time we spend won’t be erased It’s a vivid image burned into life Scorched into names Dance into the night By your hand You can mingle with the dead Before you realize No inner circles exist What do you want me to say? Oh, what do you want me to say?
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Plexiglas 04:21
There’s a key to the lock It evolves to the latch C’mon (Here is your end) Watch the dominos fall As the consequences sprawl C’mon (Here is your end) This is everything you’ve wanted After everything you’ve seen C’mon (Here is your end) It’s the key to the heart As frequencies slip apart C’mon (Here is your end) Nothing, nothing And it’s cruel (Here is the end) It’s as cruel as the sun It’s as cruel as the rain What you’ve now undone You can’t lock it up again It’s as cruel as the wind It’s as cruel as the flood Nothing’s here to succumb To the whims of just one Clack mechanics of the teeth Sharp to flat; soot to sweet C’mon (Here is your end) Over here, over there Arranged disorder; aligned in pairs C’mon (Here is your end) A talisman to remind There’s a safety in the blind C’mon (Here is your end) Our lethal language plies Darts the lovely, weary eyes C’mon (Here is your end) Nothing, nothing And it’s cruel (Here is the end) It’s as cruel as the sun It’s as cruel as the rain What you’ve now undone You can’t lock it up again It’s as cruel as the wind It’s as cruel as the flood Nothing’s here to succumb To the whims of just one
6.
Every time I stack jerked ink of language It’s all wrong It’s already happened Every time I seem to wake, I sleep Before long, slung words become so garbled It’s already happened I know your face I know this town and its streets They sing Sha, la, la Hallelujah Feel the sunlight They sing Sha, la, la Hallelujah See the moonlight (It’s already happened) We’re the sleeper Sleeper assassins We’re the sleeper Sleeper assassins Oh, oh Oh Every dream is like holographic Portals Into other dimensions Backdrops of the background moods and its speech Every room is a familiar room And it’s all wrong We’ve already happened Through the window, I can hear the birds convey They sing Sha, la, la Hallelujah Become sunlight They sing Sha, la, la Hallelujah Be the moonlight (It’s already happened) We’re the sleeper Sleeper assassins We’re the sleeper Sleeper assassins Oh, oh We’re the sleeper Sleeper assassins We’re the sleeper Sleeper assassins Oh, oh - oh
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Did you ever want to see what they see? Did you ever want to see and eventually found… Hiding in the corners of revolving eyes Drifting to the surface to instinctually seek Out into the world, we’re slaughtered Butchered to the floor and continually we Speak inside the rooms of revolving eyes Wishing you’re the one who can wake me from this… Sound pulls the dark From the light Shades to the dark To the light Flesh and flowers bloom yet despite Nothing is the same It’s alive There’s no feeling There’s no feeling No feeling Here Eliminate the wound with sutures Gaping in the hole is the whole of all we’re Searching in the space just beyond your eyes Absolute centre where the smile becomes a… Sound pulls the dark From the light Shades to the dark To the light Flesh and flowers bloom yet despite Nothing is the same It’s alive There’s no feeling There’s no feeling No feeling Here There’s no feeling There’s no feeling No feeling Here Slow are these wings to unfold of their properties Aglow in the space in your mind to break from fantasy A witness to this change to become; something to renew Independent from your hesitance Passing all the houses that align the sidewalk Muted in the night to the silent tick-tock Put the car in park and you rub your eyes Allow yourself to love again and eventually you’ll see

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released August 28, 2012

Produced by Sean Douglas and Dale Guanos
Engineered by Sean Douglas; Vocals Engineered by Ryan Worsley
Mixed by Sean Douglas at "Black Thunder Soundrape"
Mastered by Dale Guanos at The Ugly Mirror, Vancouver, B.C.
Recorded at Echo Plant Sound and Horus Iris, Vancouver B.C.
All songs written by Sean Douglas, except 'World (The Price of Love)' - Bernard Sumner, Peter Hook, Stephen Morris, Gillian Gilbert
(c) 2012, Sean Douglas/Sense of Scenery Music - (c) 1993, Vitalturn Co. Ltd./Warner Chappell Music Ltd.
Drums by Drew Land, Sgt. Slaughter, and "Big Joe"
Backing vocals on 'Clear Cut / Rain Forest' by Erika Fitzpatrick
Viola and violins by Virginia Wolf
All other instruments by Sean Douglas
Photography by Cornelius, Barna Szoke of Dreamstime, and Jennifer Potter
Album Art, Art Direction and Design by Krisco Los Vega

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