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by The Color Waves

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marcus_ryan Always come back to this tune. I discovered The Color Waves when I was living abroad in East Asia, working 12-hour days. Chirology reminds me of rainy morning commutes and dodging puddles in the factory grounds on the way to my office. A really special time; a really special song. Perfect pop. Favorite track: Chirology.
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Chirology 05:11
I let my fingertips tread Along your life, heart and head Explore the world that exists Between your knuckles and your wrist And even though I’m losing count If I could fit into your palm I know that you could never do me harm No need even to kiss We just reduce ourselves to this – Moving parts and machines – To learn what intimacy means The pressure comes, the pressure goes We’ve talked and talked and talked so long I know you’re tired but I know you’re strong Let your hands say everything Let them show me how to be controlled I’ll lock your secrets in Hold them as securely as I hold your hand Accidentally attack And then gently bring me back Grasp your senses and pull Until this empty room is full As you conduct this surgery With every movement magnified You’ll even hear my heartbeat from outside Let your hands say everything Let them show me how to be controlled I’ll lock your secrets in Hold them as securely as I hold your hand Say everything Show me how to be controlled Let me hold your secrets like I hold your hand
Rose 03:40
Mountain, prairie… prairie, ocean How she loved to dance and sail Mountain, prairie, prairie, ocean How she curtseyed, how she fell How she snuck out How she struck out Ten, nine, eight… ten, nine, eight, seven They took a knife to every edge Carving hollows shaped like thoughts Sculpting wordless question marks She stopped counting Stopped reciting A dynasty of birds who grumbled Bitterly into their wings Killed the only one among them Who ever dared to sing One whose colors were distinct One whose colors were so delicately inked A fire-feathered prize A bird of paradise


Available to pre-order on 7" via Cloudberry Records:



released July 8, 2015


Written, performed and recorded by The Color Waves, 2014.

Mastered by Cris Romero at Cherry Sounds


Artwork by Catherine Cordasco



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Meet me by the shore and we will run away. Self-titled album releases Oct 9th.

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