and joy will flood through every pore

by travels by telephone

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released March 30, 2015

Recorded and mixed in the Fungaloft between January and February 2015, and mastered by Joe's Mastering.

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Track Name: punctuate our whims
Sometimes we exist between the ripples of passing ships we see through the mist of our spectacles.

Punctuate our whims, we are in line with every thread we sew.

Galaxies circle in sleep, from aerial views we squint to see the apogees of our gravities where we float.

We will float and rise up, over roofs and over silver tides, that reflect ourselves twice as brightly as we ever did see.

And we look to see the lines that lay like stitches in between the breaths we take that punctuate our whims and set us free.

And galaxies circle in sleep, from aerial views we squint to see ourselves.
Track Name: joy
I heard your voice when I was sleeping. It drifted in and out of dreams as you were speaking; syllables that sail me out, to the shores of far off places.

And love taps at your window, with the rains that keep us awake. And joy will flood through every pore, as the dawn silently breaks.

In the seconds between what we say and what we mean is a glittering honesty, that lights us up and sets us free til we are gone.

And love taps at your window, with the rains that keep us awake. And joy will flood through every pore. Joy will flood through every pore.
Track Name: tunnels
When I met you, you were raging. Your hands were blackened by the smoke. From the flames that flicker from your eyelids when they close.

And in the tunnels where you hide, from the gales that sweep across your skin and down your spine. And if you realise.

Love will take us home.

And I will sleep to dream. And when I wake up I'll be gone, so gone, to rains that wash the streets, floods that rage from underneath. And like rivers find the sea, I will flow, through these tunnels back to me.

Love will take us home.