Sunbather Album Booklet
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DREAM HOUSEHindered by sober restlessness. Submitting
to the amber crutch. The theme in my aching
prose. Fantasizing the sight of Manhattan;
that pour of a bitter red being that escapes a
thin frame. The rebirth of mutual love. The
slipping on gloves to lay tenderly.
“I’m dying.”
- “Is it blissful?”
“It’s like a dream.”
- “I want to dream.”
IRRESISTIBLE
SUNBATHERI held my breath and drove through a maze of
wealthy homes. I watched how green the trees
were. I watched the steep walkways and the
white fences. I gripped the wheel. I sweated
against the leather. I watched the dogs twist
through the wealthy garden. I watched you lay
on a towel in grass that exceeded the height
of your legs. I gazed into reflective eyes. I
cried against an ocean of light. Crippled by
the cushion, I sank into sheets frozen by rose
pedal toes. My back shivered for your pressed
granite nails. Dishonest and ugly through
the space in my teeth. Break bones down
to yellow and crush gums into blood. The
hardest part for the weak was stroking your
fingers with rings full of teeth. It’s 5 AM...and
my heart flourishes at each passing moment.
Always and forever.
PLEASE REMEMBER
VERTIGODestined as the servant to the night where
your moon dreams of the dirt and the
sharp tongue of your zealous will is only
congruent with the salt in your mouth and
the approaching eulogy of the world. Lost
in the patterns of youth and the ghost of
your aches comes back to haunt you. And
the forging of change makes no difference.
Memories fly through the mask of your life
shielding you from time. The years that
birthed the shell that you gained. Hunched
over in apathetic grief with a disregard for
steps except the one taken back. Perched
up on a rope crafted in smoke / a sword
wielding death that buried your hope.
Focusing on light through the blinds. A
slave to reality under a monarch in the sky.
Lost in the patterns of youth where the
windows shine brightly back at you.
WINDOWS
THE PECAN TREE
Drooling red from my eyes to meet the bitter
sun that shines past into light. Setting fire
to curtains in hope that you’re dreaming.
Destroying the tomb of memories from your
life. In the room full of family, but couldn’t
find one. In the hallways lit up brightly,
but couldn’t find myself. I laid drunk on
the concrete on the day of your birth in
celebration of all you were worth.
I am my father’s son.
I am no one.
I cannot love.
It’s in my blood.
For this album, Deafheaven is
George Clarke, Kerry McCoy, Daniel Tracy
Spoken word on ‘Please Remember’ is
Stephane Paut
Recorded, edited, mixed, and mastered by
Jack Shirley at Atomic Garden Studios
in East Palo Alto, CA
Produced by Jack Shirley and Deafheaven
All music and lyrics by Deafheaven
Management / Cathy Pellow, Sargent House
Art Direction & Design / Nick Steinhardt
Photography / Ryan Aylsworth
Model / Sara Mohr
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