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1.
Mineral Lick 03:32
let's all go down to the mineral lick it came up from below when we needed it we've got such a blind need shapeless undertones, perforated edges, unclear all the punks are growing gardens that spill into the street following intangible traces of things we're all fighting blind need shapeless undertones, perforated edges, unclear what's gonna grow from your blood you can only build on ruins, you can only make something where something's been made before you can overwrite, overwrite, overwrite let's all go down to the mineral lick it came up from below when we needed it we've got such a blind need, such a need, that you can overwrite
2.
Camera 03:13
3.
I am a coward, I am a coward bee-oh-oh, aitch-oh-oh I am a one-sided man a real Michelangelo I got no libido and I got no charm but I get a lot of work done, I get a lot of work done I beat my chest, mama, beat my chest I’m filled with stress, I’m filled with stress I’ve been hunting, hunting, hunting, hunting, hunting but I have not eaten yet and I’ve been moving, moving, moving to music built by silent images I sure do love, I sure do love people who are just like me I sure do hate, I sure do hate people who are just like me I got no libido and I got no charm but I get a lot of work done, I get a lot of work done I walk with one leg, I hunt with one arm, I get down on my knees for god and his son I’ve been hunting, hunting, hunting, hunting, hunting but I have not eaten yet and I’ve been moving, moving, moving to music built by silent images
4.
I'm sad now, but tomorrow maybe I won't be sad and that makes me feel terrible I am the meat and the strings that tie up the meat and the paper, and the paper oh, oh, oh someone call the doctor, someone call the doctor I am the meter and the water, water, boiling over I am the string dangling and the rock candy, and the rock candy oh, oh, oh someone call the doctor, someone call the doctor
5.
Boy Kings 03:59
Saint Sebastian, the beautiful boy they just had to shoot him all over with their western eyes, with their arrows and bows, a patriarchal supernova Jean Michel became a king of New York by drawing a crown up over his head he put on a suit, turned on the TV and made an opera out of his bed bah bah bah boy kings bah bah boy kings bah bah you can't kill bah bah boy kings pretty pretty Valentino flexing his arms in front of the mirror looking directly into the camera and carried across the country revered Tutenkhamun, the boy in bloom sleeping forever and ever and ever with pictures painted all over his room animals and things of the desert bah bah bah boy kings bah bah boy kings bah bah you can't kill bah bah boy kings Saint Sebastian, the beautiful boy pierced with arrows, penetrated, despised left for dead, pale and wounded miraculously survived
6.
The Voyeurs 06:16
I love you – like an anemone unmoving – unconditionally you took me, you led to the mountains I wanted to watch, I wanted to see it's like thunder – boom boom it's like lightning – boom boom the way that you love me – boom boom it's frightening take me, thunderer thunderer take me, thunderer thunderer take me, I've been a bad voyeur hurt me – tear me apart watching you dance – I was struck by something I'd never felt before you reached me I held up my hands to my face I looked through my fingers and so framed my life in equal parts dark and light it's like thunder – boom boom it's like lightning – boom boom the way that you love me – boom boom it's frightening take me, thunderer thunderer take me, thunderer thunderer take me, I've been a bad voyeur hurt me – tear me apart look at me now (watch me )
7.
Kullopodíon 04:00
flailing in the dark dirt, sweat, heavy breath I feel another man smashing my face with his fists like a hammer from heaven the masculine grotesque I get hot, I feel blood moving on my face then for nine nights and nine days I’m falling through swollen, hot air I’m like you, wounded Kullopodíon, I run into a foreign town; out of breath, disfigured and scared I’m like you – Kullopodíon people pulled you out of the sea and cared for you I found a girl on the street speaking in another language she gave me her blanket, we sat together pointing at things she started to cry, I didn’t understand she said I want to put my tongue in your mouth Kullopodíon – was it like this for you, living in a volcano making all your mechanical golden women was it like this for you, hurt and ugly giving life to tables with golden wheels was it like this for you, living in hiding was it like this for you, making beautiful things this is my forge, this song this is my disfigurement, fear
8.
The Kappa 03:52
I have been sleeping underground in a hole by the river I wake, I come up with a head of stagnant water I empty my cup – rise! rise! I fill my cup – rise! rise! every day, every day – rise! rise! I rise – oh Kappa teach me, give me your skills I get down on my knees bow deeply to the river this is where I have my fun this is where I murder wherever I go in Japan I know to carry water with me if you should meet me in Japan you should know to bow deeply you should fear me for my daily resurrection I have an ancient set of skills I can alleviate with my touch if you defeat me in Japan I will show you so very much you should fear me for my daily resurrection
9.
time is a blob, it's a blob you and I we have to anchor each other keep me in mind - I will keep you in mine half remembered, half-formed to one another not a single fixed point caught, caught, caught up in the blob are we together, are we together what makes us together are we together, are we together what brings us together time is a blob, it's a blob like a big bang, something from nothing no explanation – one bang that gave us everything like a trauma – dividing you up into pieces making you spend life putting them all back together are we together, are we together what makes us together are we together, are we together what brings us together
10.
put on your own whole armor that we may stand against each other and the flesh and blood and the flesh and blood for we no longer wrestle with the devil but with the authorities i don't answer questions put on your own whole armor that we may (uhh uhh uhh) each other and the flesh and blood in high places for we no longer wrestle with good and evil but with the authorities i don't answer questions
11.
I wanna love you like we're long, fat worms I don't want to know where my body stops I want oh (oh) oh (oh) precipitate on my skin if the sun comes out I'll wither away, I will I want to be blind, I want to love you without sight I want to writhe with you in the dark, underground we will never understand this what love does to us we will never understand this what sex does to us I don't even want bones, no no - I want to rub my pink body up with your pink body uh huh (uh huh) uh huh (uh huh) come up come up get out of the dirt, get clean, before we wriggle again I want to be blind, I want to love you without sight I want to writhe with you in the dirt, underground we will never understand this what love does to us we will never understand this what sex does to us

about

this album was recorded live in november 2015 on traditional, unceded Coast Salish Territories
it was recorded, mixed and mastered by Evan Matthiesen at his house in Victoria BC
Portia Boehm played the drums, Charlotte Coleman played bass, Myles Black played guitar
Camera was written by Charlotte Coleman, the others were written by Myles Black
all songs developed by Pale Red
The Kappa is dedicated to Ricky Flatla, who told Myles the story
The Voyeurs is dedicated to Craig Withers and Wolf Tits
artwork and design by Megan-Magdalena and Portia Boehm

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released February 17, 2017

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PALE RED Vancouver, British Columbia

Charlotte Coleman, Portia Boehm and Myles Black

tight as shit with sloppy freak-outs

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