Is More [Mixtape]

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thereisnothingtosayabouthisablumi
switchedheartmedicationsandincreased
anxietylevelstotheirpeaksatinmyapt
andrecordedfordaysanddaysuntiliknew
forsurethatiwasntdyingandicouldgooutside.

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released 19 December 2011
Recorded in multiple bedrooms across the cascades

Artwork by Patrick Everman

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tags: experimental bedroom indie lo-fi olive oil poor people public transit reverb soundscape tape Spokane

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B R O N S O N /// a solo project of Patrick Everman.

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Track Name: A stupor/a beacon
Time=
, bring us your water
bring us
your dirt
all i ask is;please
dont
be afraid
my heart is on fire

Time-
, bring us your dusted bores
bring us your twitched girls
all i ask is;please
dont
be fire
my heart is an oiled gun
Track Name: Restless Invalid
Two hands
hold the water
do rest o'my teenage heart
someday my
lover
your desert talk
will come
grace my ear-
'my heart is
chosen my dear
my heart is closed
and dumb'
Track Name: Before Death
they cried like mares for your palm
/like rushed prayers to the dawn
rejoice this night, the jealous tongues
have all died

love
please rest your soul in
the arms of some welcoming door
they cry like mares for your palm
Track Name: Prayer
ifyoutakeonemorestepforth

w e

can leave it alone
icantleaveitalone
my heart
knows not whereitroamed
sees not whatitearned
reaps not whatitsowed
feels none ofitsworth
dontlaylow
s i l e n c e
sleeps in this heart
where abeauty once trod

see
that myhands are aligned
//so duly denied


P R A Y
'i fear the night,
this softness kneels
unwelcomed, at my door'