Short as Possible, Long as You Want

by Teleri

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03:11
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06:11
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02:47
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03:45

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released December 1, 2014

Recorded, mixed, and mastered by Tri Le.
Artwork by Patrick Chisholm.
Special thanks to Scott Randles.

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Teleri Halifax, Nova Scotia

Will - guitar
Robin - vocals
Iain - bass
Nate - drums

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Track Name: Howl
i'm in your head

you scream obscenity
limbs quaking with caffeine

hewn and hemmed in
i'm with you in rockland

and behind the veil
Track Name: Bad Wolf
you still talk like it ain't no thing
you can see clearly now
that you're looking for something
darker than the riverbed
we share a language
a clouded light
god (some arbor force) willing
a double bed one of these nights
and a backbone

so i rambled on
half in your head
on your synaptic thread
and this is what i found:
a full sound

come nearer now
out of those subtle clothes
that dress your spirit
life and repose
Track Name: Wires
the black, the blank
the damp and dry, hollow, empty, full, lush space
and the system of wires

you will have it the moment
sense kills your impetuous desire

beat, rhythm, paroxysm
i babble on
Track Name: Common Aughts
blush, blaze, drift in
back seat, butt end,
blush, blaze, drift in

as you feel your heart beat
faster

dank lot, scattered kin,
preening for the line in,
and through the brick:
the demon king, throat warbling

as you feel your heart beat
faster

how now and in my own skin
colour inching open

not far from abjection
the gram makes me start again
the crowd holds me up
while i'm some stupid, slobbering pup
who just can't get enough
of this fast-thrash and hard-knock stuff
i see you as the scene gets lighter
could your jeans be any tighter?

back seat, butt end,
blush, blaze, drift in
dank lot, scattered kin
preening for the line in
and through the brick:
the demon king, throat warbling
back seat, butt end,
blush, blaze, drift in
Track Name: Psilo
how to catch the night
the spill and the swell
the space and sustain
the lovely little scoundrel
that you became
begging for fire
and earth and rain

how to catch the light
all in my head and
all fleeting, frantic,
all in my head and
all misdirected

i slept beneath the stars
a stone curve in my spine
moon and sun rise
cheshire grin and the fire of life
in the morning i struck a note
and held it as a lump in my throat