Foxgloves

by Susurrus Station

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released December 31, 2016

1. Recorded at Plural Mural and The Accounting Office (Freeman Building) Portland, Ore. 2012.
Vocals, guitar - Jason Breeden
Vocals , electric piano - Sara Johanne
Bass guitar - Justin Stimson
Drums - Pontus Thorstensson

2. Recorded at The Accounting Office & Bluff Road Klickitat, Wa. 2012, 2016
Vocals, guitars & etc. - J. Breeden
Vocals, Violin, keys & etc. - S. Johanne
Electric guitar - Chris Vallerga
Vocals, pump organ - Pat Bayliss
Vocals, percussion - Andre Coberly

Mastered by Gus Elg at Sky Onion
All songs by Susurrus Station 2016

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Track Name: Tinhorn Reborn
The outposts were everywhere
Cat calls was all that paid the fare
Flaking right out of the olive groves
& sidling up to the tire repair

Where the rest of us
went & swallowed the ruts
To a hollowed out fortress
in our guts
Finding in the desert
what isn't there
Cities that rise
& disappear
Track Name: Foxgloves
Tearing into some unknown
Fading in far from home
Where I never made a move
But sympathy can kill
Self-pity worse still
I don't know how to ever or always
Make it there
But I've decided
I never would care

Oh, walk oblivious,
harbor impermanence
Oceans before us
could never ignore
Pardoned offense
is a buttress of dissonance
Hardly a thought
is enough of a storm

There is a foreign land
Where everything's familiar
& all of that shit
There sure are foreign lands
& they'll stow you away
& you'll always look back

You know, don't know
you know
There's no such thing as
unrequited

It was some show
The only such thing is
some requited

Pondering, serious
shore up the innocence
& collect the tears
they'll be coming round for
Our friends that are lost
they're all still among us
& we'll crawl over them
as we trip off to war