Deathfête EP

by Lives of the Obscure

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    7" vinyl version of Deathfete with complete artwork. Includes "Sins Like These" and "Skin of the Sun" each on its own side!

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Lives of the Obscure's Deathfete EP is available in both 7" vinyl and digital formats. The digital version has the perk of an extra song, "Small Perspectives," but the disadvantage of not being able to be held.

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released 24 November 2012

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Track Name: Sins Like These
The dark rainy road
is gonna have to do this time.
As we follow the gnomes
we find the earthworms earthbound.

Sins like these
we throw below our minds.
Faults like these
we take with us for all time.

The cracked rainy road
is gonna have to be our line.
As we follow the gnomes
to find the earthworms earthbound.

Sins like these
we throw below our minds.
Faults like these
we take with us for all time.
Track Name: Skin of the Sun
Wind brings the scent of bayou
upon the carbon and steel,
and the teacups shake in the kitchens
as wilderness nears.
And I rip up a couple of bucks
just to see how it feels,
and underneath the cotton I find
an animal body.

Blow like dust off the skin of the earth.
Feel like one on the skin of the sun.

Hawks blow up into the billows
as the audience sneers,
and all reasonable human heads
roll around like billiard balls.
Branches break through the pillows
and ensnare our sleeping heads.
The eggs are done. The hawks relent.
Our signals steal.

Blow like dust off the skin of the earth.
Feel like one on the skin of the sun.

Insensitive granite, will you yield?
I want you to tell me how to bludgeon you
but I don't know how to belong to something so strong.
Yessir, yessir, up above.
Yessir, yessir, up above.

Blow like dust off the skin of the earth.
Feel like one on the skin of the sun.
Track Name: Small Perspectives
Can't find nothing that feels good and washes the soul and shares the light.
The search for fireflies ends in a death in a jar in my dresser.
I seek the purity of innocence, but then I get in my car and fill up.
Houses' foundations forged on a short-term loan from nature.
I stand at odds out here.
I waste what little there is left out here.
Conversations with nature always become a bargaining with weighted chips.
They will end badly for us because we look big from our small perspectives.
I stand at odds out here.
I waste what little there is left out here.