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oh jane is there no more frontier?

by lost coastlines

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1.
with you 04:05
low-key fingers crossed at bus stops grit-teeth months approached in single swing, easing in gaps of least resistance late, but falling fast into distance i cannot bridge loose notes and tangled bits of paper now club bracelets winded upward motion leaves foggy, and river side indifferently in self/less spats interspersed at troubling speeds no you say your shit is simple//please calm down//you’ll be home so soon (x100) when all i wanna do is be with you as if the present is too troubling barraged by end-of-line indignity sprawling and patchy open field at night terrified, detached from all that i knew at home a move to reconcile my tongue at best--linguistic shuddering detached from things internal paper thin transparency of eye beneath the shortest judgement, i am not spared but it all fades inky grasps at all the things i wish i’d say with i miss you covering every page
2.
street howling, we left the show go to luke’s house his new roommate’s always got the best cocaine gotta move my car on the way by the time you’re here, i can’t say where we’ll be but all i’m doing now is looking for steven shit hidden, we head up gratton now to luke’s house keep moving is the only thing to do carrier here still kills time though we might lose touch, i hope you’re still alright but every sound rings out, you wouldn’t believe it loose balcony squeeze our way inside of luke’s house slurred company hand in hand we move feels good to be home at night the same faces in every campus light with circles stretching out, good people forever name doesn’t seem to run out too far anyway shit suburb now from there to here to move from open windows now to soupy cords to whappy dogs and fleshy omnivores from Edenville At Large to Eternity Elsewhere a body to motion to body to motion to city to motion to city to motion to body to motion to body to motion an endgame a timeline an endgame a timeline to body to motion a body to motion to city to motion to city to body to city to body to flatline
3.
liver 02:42
tell all my friends i am not what they have been through tell my lil liver that i’m sorry raincheck at night when i don’t have cash to pay for our taxi to your door but you don’t mind turbulent spins and the sleeve stains three composite blends, muffled roar overwhelming flaking out through time but you don’t mind
4.
yr organ 03:10
upright, eyes closed everything so delicately planted without second thoughts becoming routine head to chin in all our cheesy afterwards forward with force of TV memories in time furling out so carefully with our days still spread out christmas lights draped over bedroom canopy still splitting it as it comes, still reciprocal all our shit soon tangled like its nothing, racing towards the center of it petrified, fearful of the complicated tendencies, pulling from proof of all my shittiness, accepted with a reassuring platitude yet our days still spread out
5.
moon 04:48
you go to work at night aching to somebody else’s ends and we build up steam from the week to wanna drink at the bar on a wednesday you get off work now at ten i i lay in your twin bed till then whigging out at the moon overhead we laugh in the culdesack telling off you new boss in honda subcompact and even in our big fantasies we’re still employed, settled down, pushing onward driving out to stephen’s last show, never saying this shit anymore rolling on beneath the moon here as one stuck in my apartment now, regretting all of the leveled costs of the dumb move i made here how the hell could i possibly think that heading out on my own would feel powerful? slurring off in this bed that i’ve made (ad)mitting first hand to complacency sounding like sarah’s moon overhead
6.
carpet meets wood follow the seams out of living woom heavy unease scribbling out *several* *hundred* thousand apologies severed routine, nodding to frontman’s thundering relief all things complete we wait for someone defensively, aggressively, mocking our sentimental shit, calling himself your boyfriend heart pacing streets unfurling edges at thoughts of things from all our strength to leave from every embarrassing sloppy dumb party routine to walking home as three stay out till five, two frozen stacks of the kindest eyes = every good thing superimposed here unwavering transience, let everything for once, circumstantially, come to work out for me? please? from walking home as three?

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exhausting the possibilities we dissoolve into fictions our days pushing into out from indefinite ends unprecedented encompassing breadth from berlin to virginia colliding taut beneath a sheet in the passengers seat last night brainlessly making changes to window's view rattling past present future on and on and on and on

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released March 30, 2016

drums by spencer carl

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