Split 7"

by Sleepless/Cold Days

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    Sleepless/Cold Days Split 7"
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split 7" w/Cold Days


released June 1, 2013

"Chiral" and "Hollow Rooms"
Written and Performed by Sleepless
Produced/Mixed/Mastered by Stephen Kerr
at Epik Productions, Toronto, ON
January 19/20, 26/27, 2013.
Mastered for vinyl by Greg "Gerg" Dawson
at BWC Studios, Brampton, ON

Cold Days; Recorded and mixed by Olivier Dufour at Red Noise Recording, Kingsey falls, Qc, during winter of 2012/2013
Mastered by Stephen Kerr at Epik Productions, Toronto, ON



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Track Name: Chiral
is there something that i missed,
between english, and calculous?
my words, they never seem enough,
and they're never adding up.
searching for something, to feel
on this constantly spinning wheel.
i'd rather lie awake, with the clock and the time it takes,
than dream, about nothing.
could this be the end, of caring for just pretend,
about the petty little things, taking space up in my head?
you're cold, and you let it be known,
how quickly you feel you're growing old.
i'm scared of losing all the things that i love, and that i care.
looking for somewhere to grow.
they say you'll never find it, you know.
its this chiral sort of feeling.
we used to be the same,
but look at how you've changed.
Track Name: Hollow Rooms
whens it my turn to float away,
speaking soft with my last breath,
or think of words i never said.
will you run through my mind,
or be forgotten in time,
we don't really know for sure.
gold and white lights at the end,
maybe make believe or just pretend.
wake up in another body,
or six feet under rotting.
how will this short story end,
a fairy tale or discontent.
in the mystery of dying,
no one knows whats next.
over and over contemplation,
did i lose my train of thought,
did i lose my motivation?
to keep heading down the tracks,
on that straight and narrow path,
so tired of confrontation.