Dæmonology

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τί οὖν, ὦ Διοτίμα?
δαίμων μέγας, ὦ Σώκρατες.
(Sym. 202e)

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released May 25, 2014

all songs written and produced by Daniel Bogar Rasch
riot vocals on Fix courtesy of Rhodes Sabangan, Lily Zwaan, Kip Clark, Mikey Bullister, Ben Jacoby, Ben Ros, Conor Tazewell, and Nick Anania

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Track Name: Leaking Jar
I used to think for so long that I would measure every pour – but nowadays I find I’d much rather have one sip more. always debating how I might best fill up a leaking jar – they say that sieves are a sure bet, well I hope they are

cuz I want this now + I want you too – but I know that I won’t in a minute or 2

I used to promise myself that I’d be moderate and sure – and hey I tried that shit + now I know I’m not that anymore. always telling myself one thing then in a moment turning round – everchanging everturning evershiftingground

0 I want this now + I want you too – but I know that I won’t in a minute or 2

+ I know what you saw when you saw me when you clawed me out
+ I know what you were hoping in the meantime louder than you could shout

I used to write my sins down in a little book I carried round – nowadays I let them drown
Track Name: Fix
I’m the type of guy who knows what’s good but I never do what I should
yeah I try to move the air but I die when there’s nothing there

I’m a scraper I’m a scrounger I’m an upstairs lounger + I’m down again oh no I’ll cleave into a fix
it’s time to go! open the window, let the wind blow, ain’t it cold? – you’re for getting growing old

I’m a gaping maw you’re my best friend but I never see you through to the end.
I’m a leaf in a hurricane but to be brief the eye is relief from pain

I’m a scraper I’m a scrounger I’m an upstairs lounger + I’m down again oh no I’ll cleave into a fix
it’s time to go! ~

. . . . ∆ ∆ ∆ ∆ ∆ ∆ ∆ ∆ ∆ ∆ ∆ o o o 。 .
[[: we could be a something-in-the-meantime just to pass the in-between-time – we could be a fix, 0 we could be a fix, 0 – you could take a slow heart and make it keep time I could lose you in the mean time – we could be a fix, 0 we could be a fix, 0 :]]
. 。 o o o ∆ ∆ ∆ ∆ ∆ ∆ ∆ ∆ ∆ o 。. . .

~ open the window, let the wind blow, ain’t it cold? – your forgetting growing old
Track Name: Naught
why do I try so hard to make you see the light?
why do I?? why do I???
when you do run from me, how will I know?
where you go?? where you go???

( ( + all I see is all I’ll never be ) )

when first you caught my eye, a gentle glance a gaze!
look for days!! look for days!!! I could look for days!!!!
but now you won’t even look at me, not even when we’re face to face!
lost my place!! lost our place!!!

( ( + there’s naught to do – not for you ) )
Track Name: Bad Horse
boys chase girls cuz they’ve got nothing better to do // girls chase boys just hoping they’ll follow through // boys chase boys who shine like the sun / I’ve got one bad horse and he thinks you’re the one // girls chase girls cuz girls just wanna have fun (they just wanna, they just wanna)
Track Name: Anteros
I will fly into your open iris, close a shutter round your spine – that’s how I’ll make you mine – softly steal away through a window in your mind, leaving behind something divine

+ I know you care, that’s what makes this so hard to bear.
+ I see it in your eyes, where corpuscles of light flow in a tide

saw a statue with an oaken halo, felt a shudder in my core – my soul no longer poor – gently made my way to something like your door, had to make sure I was the one you’d been looking for

but it was too late, he was at your side
I felt my heart break, heard the ebbing of the tide
I’ll still see you, know you’re with him
but only your face can still the shard in my skin

+ we still get closer every time you meet my eye
+ I am going farther inside
+ there is wilting there is dying every time you look away
+ there is nothing I can say

but it was too late, he was at your side
I felt my heart break, heard the ebbing of the tide
I’ll still see you, know you’re with him
but only your face can still the shard in my skin
Track Name: The Cold
let – let the cold pass through you, this element once knew you – will you know it again?
let – let your being quiver, teeth clicking as you shiver – you’ve been here before + now you’re living it all again

( ( + it’s lonely, + it’s bitter, but if only it were the bitter, bitter end ) )

soon – this air will end all feeling. send body + mind reeling – oh, but who will reel you in?
soon – the cold will loose its arrow. absolute 0 – but then where to begin?

( ( + it’s lonely, + it’s bitter, but if only it were the bitter, bitter end ) )
Track Name: Sky Blue
spring and summer never sound so sweet as when you’re walking in a winter weighed down by sleet // if I were a chameleon I’d will my color all away so I could die just like the february sky so patient, blank, + grey // but til that day, the day I do, I will stay the color you knew // like a sparrow on high, both my eyes on you, above I’ll fly, crying // sky blue, sky blue

I’ve been weeping like a willow since the day you left, with my head in a pillow and my heart all cleft. // yet time and time again I turn me over with a quivering eye just to face the same and simple span of space wherein you used to fly // + there I lie, parallel to the sky, + I tell // tell it all of my dreams, everything that I do, as the daylight streams, beaming // sky blue, sky blue, sky blue, sky blue
Track Name: Claire + the Fox
claire, claire, claire, claire, claire, claire, claire, claire

(( you mightve been wondering why I stare it’s cuz Ive been wandering hoping to find you there its cuz of the colors you wear + the color of your hair, claire ))

claire, claire, claire, claire, claire, claire, claire, claire