Throwing Light

by Larksburg

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You are enough of what you want to be You have enough of what you want, you yearn to have That's enough in my book It's enough for me should be enough for you it's enough for me but I guess I'm easy to please There is nothing that you have to live for with as much value as yourself It's not being selfish it's being self caring and realistic aren't those things that you want to be?
Little Christmas lights strewn upon branches a hallway outside you go through to get nowhere bigger falls and subtler lulls Help with my forefront thought not to be much anymore Trail of light that I had thrown earlier I hold you I paint a golden image as if it has more value than an image an image of little Christmas lights I hold you
I didn't move out here to watch you cry over the mailman giving you stink eye I didn't move out here to hear you say I wish we didn't move out here I didn't move out here to listen to you say I wish we had more friends and that you wish we didn't spend so much time inside away from what friends we have I didn't move out here to hear you say I wish we didn't move out here I wish you didn't go down that road with me one with silver
We make envelopes with our hands and fold them into snow put rose hip jelly on our arms pull time over the sore spots Forrest pressed down flooring the smell of ants my tongue is tasting please, lay gracefully your strong legs kicking me in good weather -slightly altered words by Simon Defeo
Kissing her until she cries and laughing when your hair touches her eyes I could never understand you no I could never understand you But I deserve to be understood myself when I want to What's left when I take away the part of you that makes people want to accompany you? Nothing, I said nothing stop reading into what I have to say when I'm actually meaning something this time The dip of a plane in an old country black tipped and made of steel all held in paper scenes the kind of things you'd hate to've actually seen though you might say that you want to the cigarette disappears and I can no longer smell it the freckles on the belly of 'H.S' that's enough for a facet He might not understand the way that you're moving She might not understand the way that you're moving They might not understand the way that you're moving I know that you can be the kind of self portrait who's got all the honesty in the world
Simon's parts: (From the book 'i love you here's a gigantic worm') First slit fingers in melon I'm full of blood in the moon I'm dripping the things of an ancient witch My stomach's speckled Fingers spread I'm sloshed in the bog totally whorled against the heat of morning 20 second video clip obliteration of hands and heart what kind of spirit is that I'm caught up in dark hands over my face in something soaked in the froth of star jasmine in the teeth of night (this bit is slightly different in the book) - (From the poem "O") the dungeon of shame of hurt of home the dark walls under tongue a body of hurt a body of home the bank, the limbs of shores body new fresh hell a moment in fresh hell at the limbs of shores give me 75 tough trees dotting my back; light sweet petals center of luck let sweet time near here let wish petals draft down - (Unique to the song) I bring out sheets into air pushed against every object on Earth wind against the cloth of my cheeks I put on a robe sheathed in the kind of light that's touching licks of oil a need to have the smell of grass about me when I'm naked under a shroud of the hair of flowers; I gift this to myself - Brett's parts: With crayon written over the pillow case someone tries to remind that which is difficult to remind to leave speechless and uncanny is not a problem Wild to think to grab an inch of it worse to become one who thinks they're past that If nothing more just a basket of more
Yard 03:39
Never crashed my bike into the neighbors' car never cut my knee jumping over the neighbors' yard
All I've ever wanted is to be respected and though you are my creations I need you to survive You say that a lot of what I've created is ugly and dated but you try to focus on what's good what's pretty what's pure and what's good in your eyes You don't need me to tell you what's good Tell you what's good in your eyes All I've ever wanted is to be respected and though you are my creations like a god I need you to survive You say a lot of what I've created is ugly and dated but you're still trying to occupy your mind with things that are pretty, pure, and what's good in your eyes You don't need me to describe what's good in your eyes You don't need me to describe
No more, standing in door ways in between her figure and a form called in sick with a packed streak wish you had one in your life I can make out light meandering down your thighs I’m embarrassed from watching something like that happen as a result of my own action I appreciate you That which you do I appreciate that
So you're free from the world? You're free from the world and that's fine You're free from the world We just wish we weren't free from you Now I'm thinking of sentimental things that you used to say to me usually didn't have to say anything but you did That saved me Or at least it made me feel something
I keep the light on I forfeit my luck tied with locks of your hair I ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah There’s no steal No car scratch no runaway villa Turn to the wood block without a sound Open and close your hands
You make the sun look like a speck of dust if you see me smiling it's just an aftershock your initial effect on me hasn't worn off You glass over me in a way that makes me feel like I'm worth more than gold to you so I'll catch every light you throw I feel like I owe it to you


“Throwing Light is an album devoted to self-care by way of singing songs that bring one closer to themselves. It serves as another benchmark reinterpretation of the band’s sound and overall purpose as a group. With the album being recorded years before its release, the writer’s original intentions have floated away from the lyrics, the words have become things that they too can listen to and feel like someone is out there rooting for them.”

Another musical departure, the band continues to show their ever-growing, varied sound through their use of synthesizers, warm guitars and reverb-drenched production. Much different than their previous efforts.


released May 31, 2018

For this release Larksburg is

Brett Hanley:
Guitar/Bass/Electronics/Glockenspiel/Omnichord/Melodica/Sampling/Additional Vocals/Piano
Cody Johnson:
Guitar/Piano/Banjo/Additional Vocals/Wheelman
Dominic Nohai:
Drum Kit
Simon Defeo:
Spoken Words

All songs were originally written by Brett Hanley in 2016
Recorded by Hazel in all of our houses December 2016-January 2017
The first half of track 7 was recorded by Brett Hanley
Mixed by Hazel
Mastered by Tim Lindsay

Album art by Spencer Jordan and Brett Hanley


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