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The Death of Our Invention

by Birds Of Passage

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1.
far off from somewhere can you hear her call? tree lines of magic donned with her mist. she sings the music to which we exist.
2.
gotta leave this place there are ghosts at every corner haunt my existence haunt my existence gotta pack up my things dress warm my angels can’t find the money to fix that old neck so i’ll leave that old thing behind but that won’t stop the singing the music won’t stop the whispers come out my mouth my angels go to sleep and wake up with it still and with my angels fill the night air with whispers with whispers
3.
and there i met a girl, asked to see my soul. whispered like the answer. and on tomorrow's road in our winter cloaks, led by all our candles. Lady Love, creature of my night. and quiet as we are, and secret as we are, we serenade the sunrise. serenade the sunrise. Lady Love, walk on...
4.
oh princess of my mind, i remember once upon a time i was in love in you, oh pink hair and kindred heart. there is someone at my door, they hover beneath my bed. waiting underneath my window, pretty angel, let down your hair. i remember dreaming your hands, tongue and soft beyond my dreams. you remember choosing me. you're the love song i never sang. you're the love song i never sang.
5.
quiet garden, shadows of our mind. you question my fervour, i hide deeper. catch my breath in time. lily, the shifted visions fall. sweet your breath floats through our cathedral. lily, the shifted visions fall. sweet your breath floats through our cathedral. quiet garden, shadows of our mind. breathless stranger, pull me deeper. for we breathe in time. breathless stranger, pull me deeper, for we breathe in time..
6.
here we are. another thousand dies. crawl back into my cocoon. felt the air for a breath. felt the smooth of your caress. crawl back into my cocoon. here we are; another thousand eyes crawling into our cocoons. crawling into our cocoons. crawling into our cocoons. crawling into our cocoons.
7.
i will never join the forces. why don't you come and bathe with me? the rocks are still warm from the sun. though they try and change my mind, find me dancing on the shore. my body is still warm from the sun. we removed our clothes a long long time ago. naked in the air, back without the world. don't be afraid to live your essence. i hope one day to find you here. freedom's ever warm from the sun.
8.
Dare I Feel 03:25
forever here. dare i feel. though you have many years, my skin's too soft for you. my skin's too scarred for you. and so you have the upper hand. no purpose left. fruitless song. Hopeless Being. you will never know me. you will never know me. oh look past, can't you see.. my soul is old like yours.
9.
nothing fulfills me. made exceptions for the Lizard and the Gutter, sold my body for the dreams of every other gentleman who doesn't exist. oh pretty lady, are there demons in our midst? can't tell you where i'm going for i know you'll look for my footprints in the dust. we are only being kind, look where it gets us. Tess and her field in my gaze; just a shadow for the Lizard and the Gutter. sold my body for the dreams of every other gentleman who doesn't exist. oh pretty lady, follow my sultry kiss. nothing fulfills me. made exceptions for the Lizard and the Gutter, sold my body while i dreamed of every other gentleman who doesn't exist. oh pretty lady there are demons in our midst.
10.
forget where i am and the rain is already making its way. i'm in between worlds and in between souls and hearts and minds and your birth. will we ever be free to sleep open and unarmoured? the language is gone. and we can't walk the fields alone. sleep inside reality and wake to the dream, i won't need to ask you, i know i will find you. and we will save the damsels.
11.
this is the modern monster. any truth will make the villains turn on you. we're slowly failing we're slowly failing, drifting further from our souls, born out of your ghastly desires. born out of your ghastly desires.
12.
how many summers have you lived? how many spring blossoms have you kissed? how many tomorrows have you left?

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Masterworks of minimalism and glacial beauty. With Birds of Passage, New Zealand based Alicia Merz presents us with an endearing invitation into her fragile world, a captivating journey through the landscapes of her emotional euphoria and agony, a further commitment to musical experimentation.

The cold minimalist-drones, distorted field recordings, and sparse instrumentation, illustrate an icy, desolate and dark world. With allusions to dark-pop and classic broken-folk, the reverb drenched instrumentation, metaphorical fairytale lyrics, and anti-climactic compositions remind us that Alicia Merz is a singer songwriter for people who don't like singer songwriters. After four years of silence, Merz returns with the fourth full length 'The Death of Our Invention'.

"Birds of Passage is humble and heartbroken. Her warm words are crimson berries that bear fruit in the cold depths of winter, hanging over crooked, bare branches where nothing else survives. Her dove-like vocals soar, but her introverted lyrics blossom with the fondness of love." (Fluid Radio)

"Alicia presents us with an endearing invitation into her fragile world, a captivating journey through the landscapes of her emotional euphoria and agony, a further commitment to musical experimentation… The cold minimalist-drones, distorted field recordings, and sparse instrumentation, illustrate an icy, desolate and dark world. It’s as if we are listening to the sound of winter itself; an audio exposure to the unforgiving elements of winter." (Headphone Commute)

"It's raining very slowly and the world seems to be black, gray and white. Sometimes a soft tone of blue in small stains are injected, blurring the vision. It comes with a slow and whispered voice over an infinity of sound immersed in a simple and unquestionable sequence of cold notes. It's like an old factory filmed in slow-motion, the simple and wild marks of a serious face or simply sonic exuberance wiped of all its edges. Beautiful melodies filling strange and sometimes comfortable sights of desolate paintings, cold rusty over warm feelings. It floats without the world." (Sputnik Music)

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released April 6, 2018

Alicia Merz

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lo-fi, minimalist, ambient artist in voluntary exile since 1985

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