False Moon

by Naked Waste

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False Moon is music tethered to the geography of disremembered places—a communion of wonder and dereliction.

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released May 7, 2017

Written and Performed by Paul Cumming
Mixed by Myles Mumford
Mastered by Adam Dempsey

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Naked Waste Melbourne, Australia

Primarily composed and performed on the bass guitar, Naked Waste is wounded folk scaffolded with arctic digital percussion and a mist of disembodied vocals. Something tethered to the geography of disremembered places—a communion of wonder and dereliction. These places of influence are used as a kind of vocabulary for the human interior— for unstable landscapes of self. ... more

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Track Name: Ex Cathedra
I'm the man your father was, carved out of my failure
I'm the son of an endless autumn road.
I share my skin with bodies of light, with virgo and cancer
My drifting heart's like a haunted family home.

Day's demands are mute expanse
just hours that we've never owned.
And all night's plans are wings of sand
where our drugs can feel what we don't.

Wake from my sleep
Let me wake on my feet in the dawn's chalky light

I'm my dismanted promises, my total erasure
I solemnly swear that I might not show at all.
I heard it was pleasant, too much fun, familiarly measured
recoil from the weekend into a haunted, trackless maw.

Like mouthfuls of feathers
In my hideous weather
Feeling my tethers and the drag of time.

Wake from my sleep
Let me wake on my feet in the dawn's chalky light.
Track Name: Ambrosia
As I throw my shitty body into the water
A pearly slick of sweat and oil blooms from my heaving sides.
Swaddled in 100% cotton
peel me from my folding chair, baptise me in white wine.

All of that linen
Like a vanishing tide
In a state of repose in a marrowless empire.
Where temple is gift shop and days dress like the night.

Truss me up in tie and handmade blazer
Some polyester vishnu a clotheshorse of the divine.
From hotel pool to hotel sand and water
I walk the agricultural beat of luxury in line.

All of that linen
Like a vanishing tide
In a state of repose in a marrowless empire.
Where temple is gift shop and days dress like the night.

The gates close at midnight
So just be on the right side.
In a state of repose in a marrowless empire.
Where temple is gift shop and days dress like the night.
Track Name: Moira
Oh my love
When death comes to close both my eyes.
If I'm just gas and breath and drugs
Peel and mount my hands to keep the time.
It's all on loan
Your liturgy's a waste of flesh and words.
Rake together all I've owned
Any art or other trash you think might burn.

In golden chains of forest sun
Where I can lay forever young
And recall the lover I'd never be.

Oh my love
Unhinge my skull and paint it black and teal.
Mount it on a flume of straw
Cruciform and leering in your fields.
Break my veins
And let my blood slide gratefully to earth.
Feed your soil my body's rain
For anything that fills your mouth or hearth.

Wild mushrooms big as plums
You dig your harvest from my lungs
And recall the lover I'd never be.