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The Negative Space

by Whale House

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Arni Björnsson Inspiring suggestive lyrics and sound. I like IT !
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1.
Hour Glass 06:12
We could be Made right Cleaned up Set in the sun, the sun When it came Didn't last Fell through The hourglass, the hourglass When it came Fell down When it came Fell through The Hourglass Must be like a bird in flight The short time we have while we're right Much to undo much to be done In our brief stint set in the sun Must be like a bird in flight The short time we have while we're right Much to undo much to be done In our brief stint set in the sun We can't fall the first time that it turns This time this time this time Could be could be right This time this time this time Could be could be right In the hourglass, the hourglass When it came Fell through the hourglass
2.
Smoke rings in my mind Happens all the time Smoke signals eclipse the sky From a distant tribe Smoke rings in my dreams Nothing is what seems Smoke rings tell me why A transcendental high Over an ocean Somewhere in the distance Black flowers crystalize Bright morning sunshine Day and night Night and day Fluorescent Highways Led us astray Smoke signals Eclipse the sky Tell me why
3.
Seance 04:16
Went Outside Rolled Around In the Long Grass Tick Latched On Purse Your Lips Slip Into Place Clap Off the Light Waft Smoking Cedar and Some Sacramental Spice Came Inside Felt Around Found the Black Dot Left it On Purse Your Lips Slip Into Place Clap Off the Light Waft Smoking Cedar and Some Sacramental Spice A Sound Can Bring the Devil A Whistle Or a Prayer It's Still Right Here Amongst the Halls, Walls, Toilets and Television Sets Purse Your Lips Slip Into Place Clap Off the Lights Waft Smoking Cedar and Some Sacramental Spice Let the Melody Rise A Buzz Between Your Lips And Two Red Eyes in the Dark Let it Rise
4.
Dark Prelude 03:26
Alone on the highway, pitch-black and headlights dying. Following the weak glint of the centerline. A pale red vein cutting jagged through the sky. Trees without leaves. Driving, cutting the cold, the silence, you see a flame on a hill up ahead to the southwest, a bright orange teardrop, small, like you could wipe it off the windshield with you thumb. Clouds move in, the dark gets darker. You drive until the fire is directly to your right. It’s somewhat bigger now. Standing on the shoulder the car is off, no shelter now just another piece of the night. Without light, shades of gray begin to distinguish themselves. The night opens up to you, just as you’ve opened yourself up to it. There is a frontage road, off of that a smaller road leading up a hill. Snow is falling now, lightly filling in the footsteps that lead from the car to the hill. Ancient peoples would look at a hill from a distance and see the head of a giant, or a god peeking over the horizon. If that looming, forested extrusion of white is a head than that flame burning near its crest is an eye. It winks lazily at the night, wise to its dodgy promises of endless mystery, immune to its syrupy inducements to sleep, in utter insolent defiance of all its power. The night. From beside the burning farmhouse, you look out into it, and it looks back into you.
5.
Dark Ritual 04:46
An echo is living Meanwhile the day is slipping This suffering cannot be replaced Outside the seas are changing The weather lifts and you're an angel Always a survivor in my dreams Come get a little closer And there you were and there she was No one ever could change the wind like you did Come summon diamond raindrops Train tracks constellations Match sticks piled and stacked to the sky A dark ritual blanket underneath A sacred pyramid One history, one life to lead No one ever could change the wind like you did We are woven together with silver feathers

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Formed by Clayton Brice and Caleb Price in 2009, this is Whale House’s first EP to feature drummer Christopher Dunn. As a result, The Negative Space is their most dynamic work to date. With catchy melodies, driving rhythms, and lyrics that are as expressive as they are mysterious, plumbing the depths of your psyche has never sounded so good.

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released June 12, 2015

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Whale House Wisconsin

Pysch / Rock

Est. 2009

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