Tel

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Recorded on a warm Sunday afternoon in the early spring of 2017.

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released April 24, 2017

Dante DuVall - Vocals
Read Urban - Bass
Matt Grigsby - Drums
Michael Potts - Guitar

Recorded, Mixed, and Mastered by Leland Höth

Artwork by Elizabeth Papile

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Tel Richmond, Virginia

Dreamy and depressed sludge doom, from coldest parts of the river city.

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Track Name: Home
The time has come and passed.
What was once my home
has become a hollow shell of a house.
The grass has grown over the path
where we used to walk into the woods.
We used to feel safe in our silence,
we had a chance at becoming better.
We used to think things would change.

A guilty son hides his wounds.
He never speaks, but everyone knows.
The glaze in his eyes, his bloodied nose,
the truth was always better off unspoken.
Sometimes, one must wonder
if it's truly best to live to see it through.
Sometimes, one must wonder
if it's truly best to live to see it through.

You never wanted to live forever,
and I don't want to see what comes next
I have already seen too much
and endured even more.

Tell yourself that you have changed,
that you're better off than before.
Your wounds still run deep,
your misdeeds are not forgiven.
Track Name: Submerged
Give me sunlight,
I want summer to return.
Let me rest by the stream,
let me dream of love.

Take away the memories
that are following my footsteps.
Can I breathe now?
Can I see the sky?

I'm leaving this town today,
and I'll burn every bridge in my path.
Track Name: December
Feel the night wind
as it rushes through your hair,
walking down an unfamiliar road
so far away from home.
There isn't a single star in the sky
nor a light to guide the way,
shadows of branches sway
to the howl of early December.

Your anxiety heightens
to the distant sound of whispering.
Your paranoia rises;
the urge to hide
from eyes that are always watching you.

Waiting for you,
there is no escape,
no hope for another dawn,
this night shall be your last.

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