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What's Left of Life? (Deluxe)

by Khamsin

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Dye Front 03:34
Cut from the same cloth You know it Now that your dye’s run out I see your face in every sundown, glowing Cut from the same cloth I know it Now that your dye’s run out I see your face in every sundown, fading Dye front flows Won’t you follow?
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Conjuring 04:23
Days on end: Every moment in one bound in fate Every thought a grip on your string, but No act of conjuring Will make you appear again I quake in your absence Drop my obligations and Pick up the last of your Afghan seeds Goldenrod wreaths and wildcat shrieks We lock our knees and faint in the heat, Recoil in the wake, and feign a stable footing To sink down into your car flip schemes With Pennyrile skies And final goodbyes I’ll shut my eyes and break with the line Death, I’ve found your sting It flows through us all Replacing everything Lie in place Call my name I’d be first in line just to see your face Pace through a memory Latching onto everything I know that keeps it flooding back Alopecia thin and Punchline grins I’ll sink back in this sermon skin I sink back in Death, I’ve found your sting It flows through us all Replacing everything Lie in place Call my name I’d be first in line just to see your face Days on end: Every moment in one bound in fate Every thought a grip on your string, but No act of conjuring Will make you appear again
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Just how high in that sycamore tree Will I have to climb to see? Branch by branch an attempt to accept Or just to make a scene? When cicadas poke up from underground Will I even hear a sound? Up on high, I’m preoccupied Who’s gonna pull me back down to the ground? You were water spilled out That we couldn’t save I held out my hands as you fell away You were water spilled out That we couldn’t save You were water spilled out That we couldn’t save So I’ll save our plans for another day You were water spilled out That we couldn’t save Til you come back down with the pouring rain Stuck dead in the tracks down in Brooks, Warehouses and winding roads, Bedroom town for the cold, poor, and alone So much for a home, I don’t wanna know. Pour it out on the children in the street My brothers and I gather around, but no one speaks What’s my connection to this now? One less tie to bring me back Strain my eyes for a chance to see Rose lens, heaven bent, progression to the past tense What’s my excuse for anything now? So dense, sixth sense, precognition in the aftermath You were water spilled out That we couldn’t save I held out my hands as you fell away You were water spilled out That we couldn’t save You were water spilled out That we couldn’t save So I’ll save our plans for another day You were water spilled out That we couldn’t save Til you come back down with the pouring rain
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Conniption 03:31
I grit my teeth every night when I sleep Put your ear to the wall, you might think it’s some sort of conniption It’s news to me That we keep ourselves so pristine and so orderly I’ve been on my feet, it’s not stable to be So fixed, so immobile, so cautious of everything It’s plain to me I'm too focused on everything, can’t stop to make a change You say you think you're better off Spread thin over everything? You pour out your diligence and stare at the ceiling I keep my eyes straight at all times I’m not trying to go blind, but I’m so tired of walking upright I’m so scared I might Pull you down to the floor, it’s not keeping my conscience clean You say you think you're better off Spread thin over everything? You pour out your diligence and stare at the ceiling Don’t say you think it’s better off Spread thin over everything You’ll pour out your diligence and stare at the ceiling Hold myself up for everyone to see Hiding outright nods to vanity I’ll wash my face of insecurity But with it goes my dignity You’ve seen all my plans, revised and reordered Re-tracking my steps instead of starting over It’s plain to me I’m too set in my ways, it’s too late for a change
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Permanent 03:39
I’m set and stuck in my ways Writing myself in every new page Pull me out of the ink, I think I’m making sense Dig me out of this rut, I’m scared it’s permanent Can’t let my old self down Can’t pretend I’m any less stable now I’m knocking my condition Digit-cracking superstition Don’t think I’ll ever sort me out Can’t pretend I’m any more stoic now Immersed in my contrition Letting loose tears on our basement floor Crying for the way things were before How many days can I waste? Hiding myself away and refuse to face Extremes and honesty. Numb to responsibility. I can’t move on, I’m scared it’s permanent I’m scared it’s permanent Feet held still By what I do While you run free I’m bound to routine My mind let loose By what I choose While you’re set free I know I can’t let my old self down Can’t pretend I’m any less stable now I’m knocking my condition Digit-cracking superstition Don’t think I’ll ever sort me out Can’t pretend I’m any more stoic now Immersed in my contrition Letting loose tears on our basement floor Crying for the way things were before
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My body’s not worth its weight in gold Just give me 50 years, we’ll see how it goes Habit and function lead slow up the hill With a quick drop down once I get my fill How quickly can I rush on by? I can’t run in a straight line with this speck in my eye But I’m use to it, and this familiar lens, Have I faded with every sin? I’m picking up speed now Days to weeks and years I’m holding on to day light When I could see clear You’re lying on the pavement I’m choking on air We’re holding on to lost life And dying for it all to be right I tear out single pages from your books On the shelf for years, it’s time to go Has every word written on our limbs Made up for ignorance? Or just blend us in? Have I faded with every sin? I’m picking up speed now Days to weeks and years I’m holding on to day light When I could see clear You’re lying on the pavement And choking on air We’re holding on to lost life And dying for it all I’m losing my grip now Not steady for long I’m holding on to day light When I could see clear I’m lying on the pavement And choking on air We’re holding on to our lives And dying for it all to be right
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Every morning, Before we take it all in Every morning, Helping me set it all right Every morning Cracking joints, mumbling words Every morning, Beginning again
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What’s left of life-- To be selfish in pain and held back in May? I know I’m resistant to change and accepting of blame Alone on that floor, were you breathing? But where are you now without that breath in your lungs? I’ll stick to my sackcloth and ash Won’t take down my harp and sing I keep dragging my feet, ignoring all of the things that are right I’ll stick to my slingshot and stones I’ll aim for the sky, let it all fall back to me Like piercing, recycling rain to refill my wells with blame What’s next in life? I’ve been waiting for everyone to curl up and fade away Spent this whole last year with no expectations or plans guiding my way Were you watching? But where am I now without you guiding my way? What’s left of life? Keep my heart in line Keep my plans in check Keep my love alive Keep you on my mind I’ll stick to my sackcloth and ash Won’t take down my harp and sing I keep dragging my feet, ignoring all of the things that are right I’ll stick to my slingshot and stones I’ll aim for the sky, let it all fall back to me Like piercing, recycling rain to refill my wells with blame
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Follow 03:07
Reached out for the first time last night Like old art on a wall, I’d forgotten it all The dye front flows. Think I’m where I should be right now Neither here nor there, a little pause is fair The dye front flows. But should I follow it to the same end? What choice do I have? Every effort to right the offset sum of hours ignored with acknowledged want I didn’t see you die so I can pretend That body was a fake and now it’s sleeping in And walking in the dark, I’m dragging behind I curse the Hands of Time and Finger writing on the wall What hands gripped your heart and fingers plugged up your veins What face looked on yours, what nefarious name? What hands have turned me backwards and covered my eyes? The colors bleed, I want to set it all right Dye front flows, won’t you follow? Back out on my rounds for the first time Can finally see straight, my voice won’t shake The dye front flows. Should I settle into normal by now? One step at a time, but it all might be fine. The dye front flows.
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WHAT’S LEFT OF LIFE? WRITTEN BY KHAMSIN
PRODUCED & MIXED BY BRAXTON MATLOCK
ADDITIONAL PRODUCTION BY TOMMY LEAHY & RAMON GADEA
MASTERED BY ALAN DOUCHES AT WEST WEST SIDE MUSIC
ARTWORK BY NEIL GILLESPIE
LAYOUT & DESIGN BY TIMOTHY FARRELL

ON THESE RECORDINGS, KHAMSIN WAS:
JACOB CURRY - VOCALS, GUITARS
COLE HARRISON - BASS
DARIN HARGER - DRUMS, PERCUSSION

TRACKS 1-8 RECORDED IN GRANDVIEW, MO AT JTL GROUP STUDIO, MAR 02-07, 2020.
TRACK 9 & OVERDUBS RECORDED IN PHILADELPHIA, PA AT WILDFLOWER SOUND, DEC 2020 / MAY 2021.

In memory of Brian Curry

DELUXE: These are the demos that eventually led to What's Left of Life?, presented in various stages of completion, in the order they were written.

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