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I can see it's turning inside out from the lonely middle. Eyes glassy a symptom of a terrible cold. From below a red haze set to coat the throat.

We are cut by moonlight/We are cut by life.
We are cut by moonlight/We are day to night.

Behind me a road of hypnosis and needles, prayers and tears.
To boil into tea sipping evils sighing at those lessons from those years of fear.

We are cut by moonlight/We are cut by life.
We are cut by moonlight/We are shot on sight.

And they'll ask, and they'll ask...when the bottom dropped out where were you?
Did you know?

We're writhing with brand new wings on silver silent anecdotal strings.
Attached to problems felt beneath where they came from to glimpse the strangest things...revisionist history cut by life.

Promise me we'll do this right.

We are cut by moonlight/we are cut by life.
We are cut by moonlight/we are day to night.

A red haze to coat the throat and coast all the way home...to love.

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from Sphinges, Sibling Selves and Queens (LP), released August 23, 2019

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Solo and collaborative vehicle for musician and writer Morgan Ywain Vink-Lainas Evans (and various friends/artists they admire). Implied Greek tragedy may or may not be included.

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