Heterochromia

by The In-Moment

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bernie schafer Long time for this album to come out. Sounds great. I know you and Jules put a lot of time into it.
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1.
Golden Seam 04:57
You are my golden seam. Something I’d wish to see in forgotten dreams. Baby, come call my name. I wish I’d see your face. That was there before you became this golden seam. Baby, come call for me, don’t you run away. You tell me I’m okay, but you left me this way. You are my golden seam. Babe, please come for me. Babe, please come for me. You are my golden seam. I prayed to see you gleam before fame has drowned you out. Babe, where have you gone to now? You are my golden seam. Babe, please come for me. Baby, come call for me. I miss you so dearly. Oh babe, come grab for me. I’m wishing so clearly. You are my golden seam. Mend me, mend me. I need you so. Baby, you are my golden seam. You can call for me. Babe, you call for me. You are my golden seam.
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Beachy Head 03:49
Laying very still underneath the sun Waiting for the cool of the night to come. I pick up a stone, press it in my palm, Blow it out to see and count wishes.
3.
Bitter Rum 04:20
Bitter rum, bitter rum Shredded sheets, cut my tongue Here she comes for me Should I run She’s just pleading to drain me Here she comes, let me be Let me be, fallen one We left out ease Where do we go from here Bitter rum, bitter rum Shredded sheets, cut my tongue I can’t see where my path leads But I’ve forgotten how to lead my own type of dignity, I’m left alone Hard to breathe, harsher dreams follow We left out ease We left out ease Where do we go from here Bitter rum, bitter rum Shredded sheets, cut my tongue I can’t plead no more, I can’t prey I can’t eat, my mind is failing me Where do I pretend I see What she’s, what she’s taken from me What she’s, what she’s taken from me
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Wishin' and prayin' I could kiss the white cobble, find myself a piece of mind. Maybe they'll come alive. Cheese to her thing of wine, not the most divine, but she's made up of oil paint. And ash from the finest hash. God she's a queen behind the best of her cameras flash. Well yeah, that's ya girl. Maybe it ain't all for her. But she's white cobble. Skinned up pale and she's thinned up. Yeah, the modern beauty queen. Pleated skirts, collared shirts, an old man's dream. Men always there to cling girls on their knees prayin' to become part of her ravenous scene. An icon of the stars. By now, she's gotten so far. People pained by her hardships but they still crawl at her feet. Well yeah, that's ya girl. Maybe it ain't all for her. But she's white cobble. Skinned up pale and she's thinned up. Yeah, the modern beauty queen.
5.
Listen 03:44
Is he listening at all? Stones raised up high start to fall. He’s lost. Swallowed pride from loss. Tries to stay away from the man’s high cross He’s gone. But he will not listen anymore. Does he want to know? Might he break his own bones. He’s dawned. But he will not listen anymore. What do you want to hear? The cave echoes out lusting fear. You’re wrong. Has the grave been secured? The words that he says have been said before. Washed on. But he will not listen anymore. Does he want to know? Might he break his own bones. He’s dawned. But he will not listen anymore. Can he even feel the rising levels of real? It’s wrong. Is he listening at all? Trying to get off on nothing but an old dead song. But he will not listen anymore. But he will not listen anymore. But he will not listen anymore.
6.
Last Dance 03:16
Pictures and colors And she’s rested for another Their names are done God has won And time is done But we’ve gotten back from edge of cracks Wish I knew how to go all And the mic is cracking Sounds are racking My ears have gone off the edge And sounds are stacking Money is blazing from the rich But now she's back Feet on the last dance Feet on the last dance Feet on the last dance
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Credits For 05:05
Raw edible mechanics. Grow yourself to a bull, medicine for the dulled. We can reach for the stool. Left out for their take, sat upon for the cruel. And seven deadly sins always begin but we know to stay away to save our broken ways. Under and over and over again. Under and over, well it’s gotta end. Under and over and over again. Under and over, well it’s gotta end. And seven deadly sins always begin but we know to stay away to save our broken ways.

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released November 21, 2016

Oz Rizo - vocals, production
Re Shayfer - vocals, instrumentation, production

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The In-Moment Hawthorne, California

The In-Moment is a South Bay rock band and the concept of a higher cosmic virtuous entity, creating music through synchronicity and improvisation. Highly influenced by psychedelic, progressive, and blues rock - the band has taken many different forms over the years. Albums were initiated using improvisational composition techniques and building upon what came naturally. ... more

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