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Wild Life of North America

by Sham

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1.
Holy Death 03:29
The tang of her ocean rhymes with another in canopies of sweat and absence I was laying on blue carpet reading shapes of her thinking and doing when I still believed in promise and all I saw were paintings woven into the grass, am I true nature? Tied into the trees, is that what I'm after? The lily on the pad rests softer Death Holy Death It just takes an instant to find the end A chain of lights can't symbolize the sunshine as I try and try to redesign the outside Her face windswept in flat landscapes, sun on the shoulder foreign birds sing that mourning song The taste of her saliva becomes an idea Death Holy Death It just takes and instant to find the end Death Holy Death In just an instant we found the end
2.
Honig 02:08
Your face glows red in the dusk car's taillight Salt water flowing down my August cheek Pink felt never could sit still, I keep it in my pocket for a day that I need Honig I'm stuck in your pot Honig I'm swimming in the peach pool Out of body and my eyes are closed This pink felt feel could hang around open my palms and let it flow through my fingers it will go like Honey Water
3.
In The Brine 02:34
In the brine I rest until the blossom we mapped a timeline off a thought and on the swing you flow back and forth you're close and then you're far away you're close and then you're far away I like to watch you coming The glory of the dirt never dies it settles at the bottom of the brine and my body my vessel in which I ride concocts with new meat the juice dries on my teeth and she loves me through plastic as her lovers favorite tree blooms in spring and we wander through forests set for wandering I hope to find that map I drew and see my way back to you tempted by the shine of something new while desire craves to see us through I recall our bodies form a perfect mold Two bodies form a perfect mold
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Last Week 02:19
Put a hole in the glass, made of smoke and now this could have happened last week Did you say that before? Or is this in between? It could have happened last week Pass a man on the street, a man I've never seen, but the structure of his face feels so dear to me Looking into your eyes, endless fields of blossom, you're not all that I see Lick the coatings off bright colored candy, to taste the sweet and find it's meaning Let the rain shower me, The Rain and The Heat, I could never hide from their true beauty Make that sound with your mouth, the sound from your talking, the way that it rings could have happened last week Stuck my head through the roof just to see what I see, now everything seems it could have happened last week
6.
Crickets scream as the sun scorches my skin outlining your shape for the gravel to wear stretch the elastic that holds up your hair and attach to a new definition you whispered "I love you", an elemental pleasure it feels good sleeping together ocean only big with eyes closed and only there to obscure a sense of home I stretch the elastic that holds up my hair and attach to a new definition I am a human being, which instincts should I not be feeling? Moon glistens on suburban rivers water Wild life of North America curse the chocolate in my teeth, made from the bean you told me to eat I stretch the elastic that holds up my pants to align my own idea of friendship feet planted on the soil that craves seed when fertile I am a human being, which instincts should I not be feeling? Which instincts should I be feeling? Splinters from the floor in my feet your thoughts are finding someone new to eat vibrance of flowers blooms in the spring the blue skies North American The stretched elastic, a broken hairband dressed up in winters remnants a spill on the hardwood with no definition
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In spring air we descend down the street you turn the corner but I keep walking past auto body garages and vacant row home strips the store front windows sport a reflections of my body my clothing and I wear a mask with your face on it Little is said of physical distance when I've spent so long bathing in your fragrance the wallpaper in my room mutates to your color my speech to your accent it's not as simple as pulling nail outta brick figures obscure in late evening light blurring the lines of where you end and I begin she licks the salt with my tongue to dissolve my malleable form it's just as simple as putting nail into brick
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Your face is flowering on the field as the cement of our habits dissolves Change the shirt to be a new shape, some form of free Dog in the Heat you're in the heat out in the heat A hand rests on liquid to swim through the current to taste the nectar and as the beauty fleets the times of fruit become a spec in the rearview as we're Out in the Heat you're in the heat out in the heat I recall the color purple dancing through your hair and those eyes of delight you'd so often wear out in the heat
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BNA 02:09

about

Exploration of nylon string / vocal based music, featuring larger arrangements of strings, piano and clarinet.

The processing of ever changing relationship dynamics. Of humans and instruments. Humans are forms of instruments. The pursuit of presentness, to see the beauty we're swimming in, to open the palms.

"I open my palm and let it flow, through my fingers it will go like honey water"

Recorded May 2020 in Maryland.

Thank you Jake Lazovick for the Tascam 8-track these songs were made with.

credits

released March 5, 2021

Shane Justice McCord - Vocals/Lyrics, Guitar, Bass, Percussion, Piano, Clarinet, Organ, Mixing

Michael Powers - Guitar, Vocals, Banjo, Dulcimer, Cello, Violin, Percussion

Zoie Reamer - Vocals

Mastering - Tony Eichler

Album Art - Irineo Miranda Lorenzo of Puerto Escondido

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Sham Asheville, North Carolina

songs of Shane Justice McCord expanded in collaboration with Mikey Powers, other friends & magnetic tape
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