SWELLS​/​GAFF Split

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02:06
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released May 29, 2015

Swells side recorded by Joseph Hidalgo and mastered by Carl Saff
Gaff side recorded and mastered by R. E. Lozano
Summer 2014

Artwork by Kevin Hennessy

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Track Name: Dab'n Jazz
I can't beleieve that
I've finally found
my only wish
that things weren't this way
I finally realized
the song is done
a glorious moment
not to be had

I
have
lost
hope

lost all hope of
getting through this

Cave In
have hope
it's all you've got
this is hopeless
I have lost hope
It's all you've got
I have lost all hope
Track Name: Episode V
Hearts stop beating
Wills are weak
There is no
truth to seek

I cannot tell you about
where you're supposed to be
all I can do is hope
hope you don't end up like

hope
is sticking around like a knife
still stuck in the wound

I try
to reject the world as I see it
and recreate
my own
vision of reality

I find
reckless encouragement
quite disconcerting
why
would I lie
Track Name: SWELLS - The Leopard of Malice and Fraud
[malice.]
a prism that refracts our gaze and would have us all believe,
the maps by which we may abide, no longer fray but crystallize.
if you see this map to be a dead form to rewrite,
a quantum leap from lifeless form may give life to formless life.

[enter the leopard.]
“may your thought forms coalesce into crystal warships
and dismantle this barricade maintained by cellophane structures and allies (a shrouded absence laying behind which).
we implore you to devise a schematic, a map of your own”,
spoke the leopard to the dreamer.

[fraud.]
if you wish to find
a territory out of reach without the map which precedes
a cartographer's scheme that conspires to place us in an abstract locus.

[elegy.]
we command something more interesting than your cellophane towers which limit our powers.