The Circle Opens

by Gloria Adios

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Self-recorded over the span of 3 years.

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released 28 January 2014

Music and words by Gloria Adios
Nicolas LoGiudice, Charles Pyle, David Gill & Kyle Bacon
Produced, Engineered and Mixed by Nicolas LoGiudice at The Water Room
Art by Tristan George
Many thanks to our friends Kitsune Rad, Octaves, Me & This Army, Sun Club, Monteclair, Steve Mangubat, Ben Dayman, Greg Wellham, Eric Dudley, and all our friends and family

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Track Name: Captain Trips and the Trashcan Man
Distance keeps to himself
And I know, because I'm a friend of his
We spoke in familiar tones
And it grew with just the shaking of guitar strings

I keep moving bones around
Line them up and take some photographs
You know, demons never leave
They just become doors and locks
And rooms of stuff and all I know
As long as I breath, I will sing
To save a boy I used to know
Closets never speak and bones they never bleed

We sold our souls for telecasters
And all those glassy stares
All the miles and miles ate me alive
There's something to be said
About static and white noise
At least it's constant

We built a road out of our skin
And we came to know what breathing meant
Closets never speak, and bones they never bleed
Coming home for now
Track Name: The Sweatiest Goldblum
We'll sleep as they hang from the lights
And they'll drink, until everyone dies
My friend Nick said, “Get your head straight”
I see the backs of their eyes
We go from point to point
Just drawing lines across the page

Every time I waste these words
The title still implies the plot
This bold-faced limp, written in letterheads
Where I learned to write, to walk, to sing

How we with both hands
So we with both hands

If I get a little bit of this each day

Writing letters to the dead
In a vain attempt to tip the scales
Singing songs inside my head
As you sit across from me

And every time I waste these words
The title still implies the plot
How we with both hands
So we with both hands
Track Name: Pre-war Businesswear
The muse is mute when public men applaud a modern throne
It sees in shades of gray
Like any other man, I keep my lovers waiting
Drown out all the soothing sounds before it gets too late
And I hate today already, I hate today so much right now

We get older every day, and we don’t have time to breathe
If I am seeming pessimistic, it’s nothing quite as, it’s nothing quite as

The muse is mute but I still listen for the colors that I've lost
The things that have gone missing, the lovers that have gone
And I hate today already, I hate today so much right now

I'll slow down the time until our paths become the righteous ones
And I'll slow down the time to open up the satellite skulls that I’ve set
And we're swimming, and we're shaking, and we're drowning
You know that I have seen the score of the last five years or so
I'll slow down the time to open up the scab

I'll slow down the time until our paths become the righteous ones
I'll slow down the time to open up the satellite skulls that I’ve set
Track Name: Down to Ground (No Face)
I'll come down to ground when I want to
When I need a breath
I'll come down when I want to
There's a hole in the sky that I can’t seem to mend
All the trade winds betray me and navigate us south

And I've lost countless love and friends
To the things I've put myself through
All the trade winds betray me and all the gates face south

I'd give you gold for the rest of your life
If you would take it from me
But I'm not so good with doors
So you'll have to invite me in
Well I'm not so good with heights
So you'll have to lead me up
And I'm not so good with dark
So you'll have to excuse my fear
Track Name: Space Jockey
I will never ever speak
Because you're not anything to me at all

Aside from all the open books
Discrepancies and coffee cups
I don't know
All the boys are drinking whiskey
All the girls are singing songs
I don't know

We hide in the obvious places
Just to find we were lost
We hide in the obvious places
Just to find we were right there
I will never ever
Track Name: Wisconsin
Down the road, at the edge of the lake
Where I go when I'm sleeping and I float face down
For days just to drown out the absence of meaning
And the crushing weight of gravity

Down the road at the edge of the garden
Where I go when I'm lucid
And I lie in the dirt growing roots from my fingers

I don't know a thing about the time it takes to grow or get better

After months of conversation between the roots and minerals
We don't know a thing about the time that it takes to grow or get better

What's the difference in two plus two and knowing
Track Name: Black Gold, Texas Tea
Briskly and sideways, words that taste like rain
A the melancholy falls away from me
I stop to breathe, knowing the calm may never come again
I'm darkening the page, hoping to scrawl across the negative space
Shiver through anxiety again
If I could only find a pen

It's better to suffer in silence
Stabilize the molecules by your own hand
And when the weather wakes up there beside you
Just tighten your coat to the cold

If I became the king I'd breathe up all the air

Swiftly she turns away from me
Slips into the shadows like the closing of a scene
I stop to breathe, let myself become the negative space
Writing through this terrible descent
If I could only find a pen
Track Name: The Reeve
Today I felt the lines becoming something tangible for speech
We hope to become better men while we sleep
It's not from lack of trying, just how our fathers teach
And I lost it at the mourning, gained some sanity yeah

We slept in the ashes of these men
And we spoke of their transgressions

“Goddamn” she said, “You've got a head that's full of hate”
I shook lit another cigarette, forgot the words as quickly as they came

I came down the stairs, covered my face
Up the wall, gave me some grace
Unprepared, I was falling over you again

It was the cause of it, let it engulf you
Track Name: It’s Not Better than Dances with Wolves
For all of the awful things I force through my skull just to stay awake
And all the clichés that we drown in the sea, just to spite your own face
I would forgive you if you weren't so full of shit all of the time

It was a chorus of withdraw and a summer filled with broken bones
And I was crawling around, she was opening doors on the floor

You don't notice seven years is seven years too long
I'm always crawling around, she was opening doors on the floor