Things I'd Never Say

from by The Field Auxiliary

  • Hideous physical version of Nomenclature Fever LP in 100.8g compact disc digipak and limited-edition "Our Band Could Be Your Afterlife" t-shirt (in black or maroon).

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Here comes old quiet to lull me on my back. Rain down, it's a cool trick, lukewarm, black drip. Fill my lungs with wax. Old heart murmuring, why won't you sing? Drowned out by the signal-cycling ho-hum. Sing me anything.

Don't believe those words ringing radiant and vain. You won't catch my heart singing words I'd never say.

Where is old fire? Why won't she wave?
What good are the flints and the wicks and the match sticks? There's no day to save.

What if I'm just cracking up? I am never wrong. But no one here is waking up. I can't go on/I can't turn off.


from Nomenclature Fever, released June 12, 2012


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