Low​-​Flying Aircraft

by The Circle Curse

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02:10
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03:38
4.
03:59
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released July 2, 2015

Jacob Slippers: guitar, vocals
Anton William Blake: bass, vocals
Evan Greenwalt: drums

All songs written by The Circle Curse. Lyrics for tracks 1 and 5 written by Jacob Slippers, lyrics for tracks 2 and 4 written by Anton William Blake, and lyrics for tracks 3 and 6 written by Jacob Slippers and Anton William Blake

Recorded and Mixed by Jason Morales at BBQ Shack Studio in Austin, TX
Mastered by Dan Coutant at Sunroom Audio in Hudson Valley, NY

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The Circle Curse Austin, Texas

They enjoyed the abysmal things in life, and then they were no more.

Jacob Slippers
Anton William Blake
Evan Greenwalt
(Wade Thompson-Dillinger)

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Track Name: Distance
Value defined, as innately connected
Into the safe space, of your outstretched hand
Learned satisfaction from symbols of status
in the genteel echoes of elegance
Meridian lines form a myopic vision
and create a safe distance between things bought and sold

You’re losing (sight of yourself)
Track Name: Be Patient, Patient
Make it through, make it through this mess
Self restraint high pain tolerance
When it’s all said and done
Assiduity is no fun

Be patient, patient

When the time, the time is right
I cannot bear, bear this strife
No medicine for my ills
Perseverance where will it get me

Be patient, patient
Track Name: Lucre
Piece of fiction chase the delusion
Stock of kindling dressed as a god

Things satisfied, by the marketplace
A worried look, on a frightened face
They ponder, will I provide
They question, how will I survive

Masterful control inflated self-worth
Fabrication of value a derelict complex

Things satisfied, by the marketplace
A worried look, on a frightened face
They ponder, will I provide
They question, how will I survive

These tired faces stare at inside linings
Are men most wanted for every deed
Struggle hard for ways to sleep
Manipulation is a knife cut deep
Track Name: Scopolamine
Wipe my mind
Destroy what it is that makes me
Blow the devil’s breath into my lungs
And take away everything

All my dreams
I’ll throw away for security
Let you steal my autonomy
Mold me into what you see fit

Give me something to live by
I choose not to have a choice
Give me something to live without
Take me away scopolamine

No decision
To do nothing is everything
Outside aggressor meets inner oppressor
Le paradoxe de mauvaise foi

Give me something to live by
I choose not to have a choice
Give me something to live without
Take me away scopolamine

Is this an expression of free will
Or fear defered for safety’s sake
Live and die by these feeble acts
Taken in bad faith

Le paradoxe de mauvaise foi
Track Name: Funeral Shroud
Pull the shroud down young heart
Cup your hands fill them with earth
Thoughts trace the chasm in the dirt
Be brave dearly beloved
You’re afraid and who could blame you

Pull the shroud down (young heart)

You’re a new man (death of a former self)
Track Name: Stasis (In Color)
We already dropped the bomb
Study the rubble composed and calm
Didn’t consider the aftermath
We’re still waiting for the flash
Out of ignorance we blissfully survived
Doomsday device of our modern lives
Done in by the ruin we charish
In an instant we all perish

Stasis in color