desert;static

by TV Covered Walls

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03:03
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02:29
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04:05
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01:49
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03:15
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04:36
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04:02
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07:48

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released April 7, 2014

Recorded, engineered, mixed, mastered by Quinton Bunk at Bunk Studios. Album art by Melissa Nieuwenhuis.

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TV Covered Walls Reno, Nevada

TV Covered Walls is a band from Reno, NV with a sound derived from shoegaze-esque influences.

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Track Name: Summer Sun
Summer sun
Face warming
Radiance that blinds
but can't deny you shine
Sublime.

Draped with
Floral clothing --
a pastel-patterned tribute
to the breath of life
You sigh.

Summer sun
A breeze is blowing
Extend a ray to me,
we'll run away out to
The sea.

A field of blue
Nothing to do
but sit and watch the waves
Pull out the sand beneath
Our toes.

My summer sun,
you're the one
who opens all the flowers.
My summer sun,
in your light
I've lost uncounted hours.
My summer sun,
when you're gone,
the shadows come to power.
My summer sun.

Summer sun
Stay near me
The night is frozen, bleak,
a portrait brushed
In misery.

Our day
Ends late.
I'll chase you endlessly,
Horizons for eternity.

My summer sun,
you're the one
who opens all the flowers.
My summer sun,
in your light
I've lost uncounted hours.
My summer sun,
when you're gone,
the shadows come to power.
My summer sun.
Track Name: Gun Mask
Colony of uncertainty
Specimens of human weakness
Alien faces under flimsy masks
Behind eyes, triggers lie

I'd rather hang out
in outer space.
Away from the gun mask
that shields a nebulous face.
There is no intent
in outer space.
Only breathless solitude;
no organic waste.

White tendrils of conflict past
Linger in the aftermath
Unearthing solace in the cosmic silence
Escaping to the outer reaches of the universe

I'd rather hang out
in outer space.
Away from the gun mask
that shields a nebulous face.
There is no intent
in outer space.
Only breathless solitude;
no organic waste.
Track Name: Vulture
It's alright.
We're going
nowhere again.
Cloaked vulture,
you tear me.

If I need you,
then I hurt me.
'Cause I can't see you
in this desert heat.

Circle
around me.
Waiting
for nothing.
Cloaked vulture,
you fear me.

It's alright.
I'm going
nowhere.
Track Name: Electric
Persistent
Electric
Wires in my brain.

Was it a dream?
What does it mean?

Power surge erase
Current memories
Resist but can't escape
Blackout in my brain