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spectral

by Mind Coats

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Past night, 01:51
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Back biting senses step into frame. Madness condenses, defining insane. Crossing blades in disdain, a pair of dueling pawns. Senseless discord, prolonged. Stale devices, answers unclear. Filtered affection, reflections appear. Taking aim, scared refrain through ink spots over brawn. Delicate shapes, slow drawn.
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Cower, detach connecting matter. Routed strands are dry at hand, will shatter. Chasm, access the concrete cocoon, to bury face is commonplace set too soon. Self allude and soak in waves. Bask in gloom in a blackened cave, and peer through blinds at other lives, light disturbs the bats inside these walls. Sullen sores that dampen frets. Static pours through re-amped sweat, as mold grows black as hungry crows, diving to decomposing limbs. Reeling woes, cold machines taping these pure tones.
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We're loosing what's left of our failing wings. We're saving our breathe as we sink. The digital rain killed the dying spring and with sensible silence she speaks. "All your words everything is tongue in cheek. There's inviting sounds hiding between your teeth. Past bleeding gums that hide the soft and week whispers in the dark" The ambient samples are beckoning the soft pedaled sequence of sleep. Dancing around these computed dreams, she lets out a binary scream.
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Tried to be thick skinned, but I was pissing in the wind with my feeble clout within. I'm stubborn with a taste for sin. When the youthful days begin to dwindle down from thick to thin. I get nervous on a whim, masked behind a shaking grin, With my stumbling feet on faulted ground, stranded and kicked down to the curb. Echoes slipped between the soothing strokes of dopamine that slow the shutter speed and fade to smoke for ash to meet my Stumbling feet on faulted ground, stranded and kicked down to the curb.
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Three day weekend mind set hiding wounds that time left open. Silent sting. "Won't they bury me in ivory?" Blanket us in irony sketch my face and all I see are glossy wells where my eyes should be. Haunted lucid dreaming. Faintly screaming, "Someone bury this right next to me wake us when there's more to see" Clocks shake hands to no relief. Fingers laced beneath the screen. Crippled city bird, feathers left unstirred. Crippled city bird, measures left unheard. These clever ghosts they bleed the host who takes the most of this coated bliss. The nervousness still exists although calm I feel to some degree closing off the world from me. Looking for a chance to be something less than what I see. When these patterns only I can see, slow their rate and cease to be, solace has no guarantee when thinking without space to breath. Now my heart is pulsing rapidly. dying leaves are wrapping me in silence now I'll finally be the last fish in this dying sea.
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Wake with the seeds, shaking in the spectral breeze. Hours unseen, pale as the winter leaves. Laced in debris is a portrait of phantom appeal. Entangled in eye-splice a waltz on the edge of surreal. "We should never leave this place, we should stay right here and be by ourselves. Lost in this unconscious space, time will slowly take our pace where we were. Darkness has a somber grace, generations lost, effaced thoughts inside. Knots untied can not erase, steps attempting to retrace every move."
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held tight. 04:39
Not again, this old thing... failing eyes try to blink. Not this time, just send me back in, and let me remember her as she was. Not the place we once were, blameless face made to blur, lost with time, and what was her name? A part of me's still with her. As it was. Held as tight as I can clenching each grain of sand now she's gone. Just send her back in. Because I can't remember her, how she was. Twisting into morning tide. chasing nonsense, narrow eyed, There she is, I found her again. Now I remember her, as she was. Im dying, trying to stride behind tired mind coats, of fading colors.

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"spectral" is a sonic poem about the process of creating music.

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released May 12, 2017

All songs written, performed, recorded, produced and mixed by mind coats @ aural fibers, Denver, CO

Mastered @ Catadawn Studios, Denver, CO

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