STALKER
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Baby, you are thorn like, stuck in gold
I watch you from afar while you bang on the door
You gave up every sunrise since you were born
Now you're packing pills from the cannibal shore
We’re all packing pills from the cannibal shores
Call me a stalker while these dream boats are pushing you down
Your body worships every moment that they tell you you’re nothing
What pretty fingers on a photograph
We’re all delusional and stuck in the past
Call me a stalker cause I generate a love that is something
Suddenly you’re bored being caught in the fire
A spider losing legs from this side of a razor wire
You’ve been swimming in the dark glass
Since you were born
We both want a savior we can adore
Now tell me I’m lying
Give me heart, Give me love
We are all bi polar happy
Call me a stalker while these dream boats
Push you down
Your body worships every moment
That they tell you nothing
What pretty fingers on a photograph
We’re all delusional, stuck in the past
Call me a stalker but I generate a love that is something
A darker and more expansive album for an already dark and expansive band. You & I is the aural equivalent of moving through the depths of an empty forest at midnight thrownofan
So glad to hear the Sprinkle Brothers making music together again! I still remember getting into my '78 Monte Carlo in 1993 and putting newly-bought "mindsize" into my CD player for the first time in Cape May Court House, NJ after leaving the bookstore with it. Fantastic EP and I look forward to more! Michael Gross
If you've ever had to Google clumsy phrases to find a word that matched a feeling you could only feebly describe, and you ended up discovering words like hiraeth, sehnsucht, or saudade, The Million Masks of God may be an excellent companion soundtrack to your experience. joel