where nothing is born and nothing dies

by perish song

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released May 5, 2016

All music on this EP was written and tracked by Jason Springer and Becir Paco

Recorded, Mixed, Mastered, and Produced by Rob Tipton

Album photo provided by Gillian from Twitter

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Track Name: the day before yesterday I saw a rabbit
I fell apart waiting for you to close your eyes
Bound to the floor where we failed to say goodbye
I’ve spent my whole life just so that I could find
sometimes things fall apart just when you know they’ll be there

As it started to rain again,
drenched by the storm you left, alone with your favorite things
I’d rather selfishly weep than replace the one I loved

I’d rather not open my eyes to a day without clouds to distract me from the fact that life continues on
I’d rather not sleep if it means that I’ll dream of a place where I can hide me from myself
Track Name: yesterday it was a deer
Found upon a sense of shame: a love I can’t repeat
But I swear to me you’re everything
Before you left without a chance to speak
You asked the world to let us stay
So let’s drift apart asleep in separate states
a finished work without a proper name

A room full of photographs where nobody speaks
Praying for days to end waiting for leaves to change

I left a part of myself in your final words
Left here to sit in a room that will never change
Track Name: and today, it was you
Time spent in the home where I was raised
Discarding my old things, hiding old picture frames
Hopeless, tossing out failed attempts under the mountains of my favorite unworn clothes
Searching for the place I hid myself pretending that I was looking for something else

Give me a chance just to excuse the mess I’ve been
While I stare at sketches of how things should look by now
I’m just an excuse in place of accomplishment
As far as I'm aware, everyone isn't ugly where it counts

A clutter of fear that will cover myself as I sleep
Walk to a painted line: a fence no one else can see
A thin wall of comfort that separates them from me
Water instead of hope; sunlight instead of dreams
Planting a garden to nurture fake misery