Heat Dust

by Heat Dust

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recorded by heat dust, mastered by larry constant, jr. available on 10" at texasisfunny.com

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released 27 November 2011

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Heat Dust is Clayton Hunt, Shawn Tabor and Jasper den Hartigh.

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Track Name: Sleeping Call
I'm breathing clouds into my glass, I didn't say anything. I've got you on the line but I'm sleep-talking. Your voice is a sleeping call, pulls it off the shelf. Brings it to the bedside table. Puts my shaking hands at ease, makes my moving eyes slow to a stare.
Track Name: I Was Afraid of Dying
I ran from a cloud of fists and energy, chased skyward ten flight 4 times. Repetition. I was afraid of dying but now I'm not, but I would stop it. Saved by a woman's arms, We plummeted and flew. A trail of blue velvet was left behind in figure 8's. Swim in the stains on the ground and you will breathe so easily. Break through the surface and you'll find you will achieve a new belief.
Track Name: Let Them Give Up
You'll serve a purpose when wild-flowers grow from your lifeless bones.
Just give up.
Just give up.
Just give up.
Just give up.
Track Name: Priority Mail for an Asshole
Slowly, getting older, so slowly. Slowly, getting wiser, so slowly. Acting more content. Slow down the chatter, so I can follow. Where did i leave my hangups. The orange light in my chest grows dimmer every day.
Track Name: Thick Distance
I just want a drink without drowning, to hold your neck on the way home. I just want a drink without drowning, please stop moving away. You're like a restless ghost, you're angry and sleeping. Forever falling. Forever reaching. You'll never leave the house again if you keep your sad eyes pointed at the screen. Forever complaining. Forever complaining, forever.