Chirology

by The Color Waves

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

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released July 8, 2015

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

Mastered by Cris Romero at Cherry Sounds

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Artwork by Catherine Cordasco

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The Color Waves Buffalo, New York

We are a long-distance home-recording project featuring ex-members of All My Friends. Debut 7" available for pre-order through Cloudberry Records.

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Track Name: Chirology
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
Track Name: Rose
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