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St. Isidore

by Posture

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1.
sacred soil I'm slowly sinking in sentiments and exoskeletons 😉 they collect and justify my roots I could sure impress you if I wanted to seedling evenings planted underground pretty tongues would fail to dig me out trade your comforts in for foreign loam - I'd do better growing you a greener home *~herez a toast 2 making enemies herez 2 feet in tha ground If this garden could disseminate growth I'd shut my mouth - nary a sound~*
2.
Carpet 03:39
cigarettes and catharsis ground into the carpet he tried to clean it but his feet got in the way some one upturned the ashtray saturday or a monday the linearity is just beyond my reach and *~life is but a dream~* maybe I was six-or-seven-teen just the other week waiting for pure certainty or a reason to leave in a lattice of sunlight feeling absent of insight he immediately sunk into routine 😉 posturing with an old crutch scowling with a soft touch quelling the panic til the days turn into weeks and *~life is but a dream~* maybe I was six-or-seven-teen just the other week waiting for pure certainty or a reason to leave halting production at the factory across the street left broken windows frozen every mouth a paralyzed scream then it occurred to him that spending an eternity perfectly silent would be easier than industry
3.
Naturally 05:06
running late workaday i found my place but i lost it improving my posture 😉 suffering a slow defeat surrender comes through in a handshake stutter through your birthday there was a story of panic and glory but now they separate inaction, unending distraction, embracing what you hate, etc. Oh, to be lost among the weeds! To sink my teeth into anything I please! Motion with meaning where meaning is wordless and purpose singular! All constructs dissolving to grace that will leave us as we were!
4.
carpet emerging from the dirt buttoning his shirt cast adrift stomach swimming skull full of sinkers reaching toward a closing door adhering to the floor *~blessed is he that cuts the check~* while i'm cutting my losses patient debasement put to use when i have the proof dare i spurn the rotten fruit captain and the crew seedlings closed circuit daydreams locked in the basement?
5.
casting off - so it seems - the dogs and cemetery leaves chasing cars through the street indebted/bending to the breeze out from underneath the pressing down and the heat sepulchres in the stream casting shadow refusing to sink slow unfolding central and golden slow unfolding central and golden line unbroken love unspoken
6.
TRTL PWR 00:47
the sun was sinking as I screeched into the drive ♫"Ain't it good to be alive?"♫ ...well...come on, ain't it? I was spinning on my back, I pulled my limbs inside - that's when no 1 gives a fuck if u r painted :/
7.
Shoe 01:59
rationed empathy in an unmarked box tucked under the tree spent/delivered overseas orders from above sanctified, surveil in love scale/beloved under thumb burning effigies when it's past last call and you’re spilling your drink chemical complicity wholly bathed in light but you skepticize and push it aside gr8 2 kno u kno ur rite ;) bound in vision, across town she softly sets a bottle down fallen oak trees highway bound crashing cars without a sound i scrape u off my shoe =)
8.
sick of waiting irradiated spirit burn bright a thousand taillights Jesus Christ will revisit her through cordless telephone she will answer in ignorance her exit dialtone while the seagulls dine on trash and dance atop a black, unholy lake she will hunt (and peck) for a sweeter pill to take iwantineedirosarybeads goodbookgoodwordnotonethatiheard Jesus Christ will revisit her through cordless telephone she will answer in ignorance her exit dialtone while the seagulls dine on trash and dance atop a black, unholy lake she will hunt (and peck) for a sweeter pill to take so she rolled her eyes and drove away Honda Civic painted tombstone gray so distractible as if to say surely this could not be judgment day
9.
Circles 04:59
cop cars circle the townie bars I pretend I know who you are northbound salem interstate narrow passage quiet escape sundress 16 safe and clean slept through summer brighter things cop cars circle the townie bars I pretend I know who you are

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Vinyl available via Small Mammal Records

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released November 17, 2023

Written/performed/recorded/mixed by Eric Vaught

Additional vocals on "Potential Energy" by Nyki Fetterman

Drums recorded by Alex Owens at Kopperhead Compositions

Mastered by Adam Boose at Cauliflower Audio

Art & layout by Nyki Fetterman
Lyrics & liner notes layout by Nick Muffet

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