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released May 6, 2016

Sam Moss- vocals, acoustic guitar
Michael Roberts- electric guitar
Jeff Murphy- bass
Jesse Fox- drums

Recorded at Guilford Sound by Dave Snyder and Matt Hall
Mixed by Dave Snyder
Mastered by Carl Saff

Drawings by Will Moss
Text by Sam Moss
Layout and design by Don Moss

All songs written by Sam Moss
©2016 Sleep Walk Songs (ASCAP)
℗&©2016 Sam Moss
All Rights Reserved


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Track Name: Postman
Postman in the grey and blue
Can I sleep among the bags while you drive?
I'll take the wheel after a time
Got a jaw full of foolish words

How many miles
Will we get there by the morning?
Stop just short of the ocean
I'll find my way to town

And I'd spend my last dollar on a walking cane
Shining silver handle, initials engraved
And a hard wandering stick leading down to the earth
But is it worth wearing my soles to the dirt?

There are a few things I found
Do you mind if I piece them together?
I've got all the fixings for a letter
But none of the letters for lines

Some of these people back here
They've got minds worth thieving
Some are hoping and reeling
Others are sky high

I'm just hoping to string them in line
One by one make the words into mine
I think it's there, just not crystalized
Like you'd see the stars, if not for the sun in your eyes
Track Name: Fable
Make for me a roadmap
Show the way you came
What did you wear your teeth on?
How did you get your name?

Every friend has a fable
Standing at its side
An ever-mythic twin
With us to live and to die

Silvery when you're quiet
Mirror on your skin like a veil
Yet I see you traveling
Pulsing, skinny trails

Every friend has their antlers
Branching temples to the moon
Bones worn on the outside
Naked and true
Track Name: Fingerprints
I want to see the fingerprints
Of my friends and enemies
Wash them into solid black
And carry them with me

Fly on the dusty earth
Water when it rains
Ask me any question
I threw away my shame

The ends are all glazed over
It's just one single strand
Wrap me in your lifeline
Pull tighter if you can
Track Name: Hunter's Moon
All the cloud receptors
Bellies satisfied
Open and collide
Rivers out of rain

And I don't expect communion
Or a gaze to be returned
With eyes that flutter quickly
Memory can't get burned

Where the trees shoot up like daggers
Where there are no trees at all
Where stars are lost in sprawl
Or freckled everywhere

They hypnotize slowly
Soaking up the doubt
Let it trickle out
Upward to the sky

We greet each other tongue tied
Not cheapened by our words
Your eyes they cut me open
And fill my veins with earth

Topography defined
On the glowing hunter's moon
Track Name: Beast
Every beast I chased led me down a path
Lined with waste from a quiet past

And all the faces there though they are few
Have born new lines, they are older too

And every word I wrote stumbled down
To the paper thin and barely bound

Road I lit to see the eyes
Of my long lost friends, the ones I recognize

And where are they? Spread far around
Not like my dreams, so closely bound

Yet here we are in the mountain's eye
Just a couple of kids holding tight
Track Name: Vertebrae
Did you watch my vertebrae
Slendering out
Or did you watch your own?

Stretching skin over the bone
I've grown
Learning to be proud

Slip under the tongue
A watchmaking kit
Nothing you can do with it

I tried to birth a new time
Forged from a younger spine of mine
One less unsatisfied
You know the game

Filled with a childish pride
Knowing the world from all sides
Handsome and earnest and wise
You know the game
Track Name: Walking The Line
When I woke from the picture it was nearly real
And I remembered each movement from the spinning reel
And how just like a wheel, it didn't consider the way I did feel
But it was not everlasting

Brush the fog from my eyes to reveal something clean
Looking through an open window to the nearly unseen
But how the lightness of the morning turns to the eve
And stars go funneling from you

And I listen to you whisper when you come down
Closing slowly, decrescendo, till not a sound
Why does it trick me every time?
You keep me walking the line
Track Name: Lighting
If my hammer's back at home
And I've run out of twine
Twist the branches into corners
Lay the planks out for my spine

Whittled down the day
To a narrow straight line
Pulling at splinters
One by one

The amber of the twilight
Is only in the sky
We sleep unwhiskeyed
And plain

Where dreams are all mundane
No symbols to unfurl
I won't wake up with a name
Just a lighting of the world

Alabaster moon
A sliver in the air
Sinks below a sturdy line
Till barely there

Where dreams are unretained
No there's nothing to recall
I won't wake up with a name
Or nothing else at all

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