Awhile back, I recorded some wind-chimes that hang outside my friend Ajay's house, and they are in the background of this entire track. Alongside the wind-chimes, you can hear a couple of little birds and a few rolls of thunder from a storm that was coming in at the time, one big roll right at the break in the middle of the song.
lyrics
oh, unfamiliar hold
clouds are frozen
crowds are foreign
cowered over
where do you place your head
(mostly asleep, mostly sleeping)
frozen over
foreign shoulders
my paramour
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go on and get your taste
I said I understand
and this is not an end
and I would have you again
a greenstick fracture
it's too young to be clean
come on and call me when
you are circulating