Color Structures
by Strange Victories
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Skating an Arc
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Torrent
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Our Time in the District
04:37
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Lone Wolf
03:30
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Theme 31
03:33
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credits
released August 21, 2012
songs written by Noah Wiese and VJ Kapur
with contributions by Nathan Rudolf
performed by:
Deborah Bailin - flute
Erik Sharar - guitar, bass
Katie Knorovsky - violin
Kirsten Snyder - viola
Noah Wiese - cello, bass
Sarah Younker - horn, piano
VJ Kapur - drums, guitar
vocals by everyone at some point or another
drum-engineering, mixing by Thomas Orgren at Persona Non Grata
mastered by TJ Lipple
cover photography by Erik Sharar
songs written by Noah Wiese and VJ Kapur
with contributions by Nathan Rudolf
performed by:
Deborah Bailin - flute
Erik Sharar - guitar, bass
Katie Knorovsky - violin
Kirsten Snyder - viola
Noah Wiese - cello, bass
Sarah Younker - horn, piano
VJ Kapur - drums, guitar
vocals by everyone at some point or another
drum-engineering, mixing by Thomas Orgren at Persona Non Grata
mastered by TJ Lipple
cover photography by Erik Sharar
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- Track Name: Torrent
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These chaotic words
in a moment
when the fear overcomes us;
we're clutching to hope
in the form of a pen
and a frantic confession,
revised ad nauseum,
all in an earnest attempt
at any redemption
or even acknowledgement
that we're here.
Desolate screams
from the canyon
between expectations;
we're not how we seem:
unkind and unclear
and blurred past the thresholds
by waves of uncertainty
here in our unquiet despair
with the revelations,
near our sad disrepair
and the isolation. - Track Name: Our Time in the District
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We're not going anywhere
until we get some answers.
Postures: everything we've got,
all that we had at hand.
We're holding on for dear life,
and we don't know why. - Track Name: Theme 31
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We discovered a long-lost town.
We're dissecting its ruins now,
and the synced, but static, timepieces among them;
iconic art, discarded, in fragments with
perpetual shadows on its surfaces.
We share a glance;
it's too late for them now.
We've uncovered this painted scene.
We're left questioning what it means.
Prosperity withered away quickly,
frozen in a moment so that we can see
this glimpse of it in idle curiosity
on this hallowed day.
It may be cliché, though.
