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Circumambulate EP

by john henry hoagland

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1.
Just Enough 02:46
Can't my world start small Just enough so I can touch it all Can't my world move slow Just enough so I can watch it grow Can't our love grow from where it hurts Just enough so I can guess its worth
2.
Parachutisms 03:34
There must be oil pouring through our bones how else could a body burn so warm and oh my god spread through the rest of me to those parts that show, and I know that for now I won't be harmed it's our love, the kind we own the kind we parachute, the kind we know it's our love, our powdered love I know it's gonna be my heart that goes first for now, I just hope that it won't hurt too much when it bursts and stuff but your'e calling me on the way I let the scansion break and when I ask you say this could be much better Won't you take all but the best of me until all that I know is your mouth and that quiet way you talk to me
3.
Cathedral 02:46
I sang in a cathedral once and knew that I was singing songs right to you I sang the words I knew by heart and hoped that I was helping sound pass through you I sang in a cathedral and I drew you in.
4.
Mirror City 04:34
I am the coarse tip of my tongue or, at least, that's what I'm tied to when I watch you take your shoes off, bare-soled and unbound I gaze on hungrily cause I often sleep with my shoes in bed on those listless nights I'm irrelevant in Ohio's arms These days slide past as adjectives I know that action doesn't suit me I was once a man of nouns, but they've since become unwound I'm improper now I'll make my way through this mirror city to get to you. I'll tell my other I won't get high if I can avoid it. I won't get high all alone.
5.
A son is the ink stitched in your arm a cicatrix thing, a charcoal scar and all you can hope is that he'll know not to follow the lines that you once wrote I'm sorry about the way I said it's not your fault I'm sorry if it stuck to you or if it fucked you up Will you still burn me with the boxwood trees? Will you still scatter me. I've tasted the salt of a distant sea it tasted like blood and gasoline. Got drunk with a girl in a Catholic town we fucked in her car with our jeans rolled down. I've been a mirror-bound lover I've been desperate for the sea as I've circled the edge of my mirror-bound dreams by now I've cut all the corners that could sharpen my jaw so won't you help me step back from the fire I sought. A son is the glass washed up on shore my edges are blunt from all the waves I've worn I'm salty and tough now and seafoam green and I'm broken enough for you to pocket me.

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released November 12, 2013

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Music and Lyrics by JHH

Produced by Louis Weeks

Arrangements by Hoagland & Weeks
Woodwind Arrangements written and performed by Ethan Helm
Additional Vocals by Emily Burns

Mixed and Mastered by Chris Watkinson at Chris Watkinson Sounds

Album Artwork by David DiAngelis

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