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this is called 'creeped out, quiet, twelve a.m.'.

and this is a 'live' version of 'lines blur'.

both of the above are rough mixes, tweaking to follow. and - secretly jess was back in the studio today giving us more violin-y goodness. (can you ever get enough violin-y goodness?)

last night's ghost guest in residence was the scrawny spirit of tom waits. tonight's might have been thomas builds the fire. his song is here.

lyrics for 'creeped out'
let it fester in
i am hester prynne
on her darkest day
head held high in squares
scarlet letters matching stares

and i, never one to brag
must let you know it's in the bag
i mustered up all that i had
and turned it into gold

bird flew out of her own nest
you expected this i guess
creeped out, quiet, 12am
waited 'til the light came in

riddles now, i'm not obvious
i'd be doomed if i were less
particular and present tense
i try not to think far ahead
but keep eyes opened up
living it like 'life or bust'
there is no one you can trust
when everyone has shifted such

bird flew out of her own nest
you expected this i guess
creeped out, quiet, 12am
waited 'til the light came in

the sweetest sadness
when we almost had this