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Astro

by Dil Brito

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1.
Ghosts 02:01
Cold I see it coming. I feel the lamplight in the bottom of my bones. And though he saw me dancing I'll call in favours till my real complexion shows. Slow, we stayed up chanting all the letters that were never sent back home. And everybody sees my ghosts. Stoned I see it grow beneath me. Told my reasons. Stoned I see it grow beneath me. Told my reasons. Planned on standing upright, but the status of my back begins to show. And crack beneath the campsite. In the headroom as the keys begin to moan. Ran into the tunnel. Letting footsteps slip into concrete stones. And my face in their own. Stoned I see it grow beneath me. Told my reasons.
2.
The Wheels 01:48
We never talked enough without our faces touching. He never called her bluff without her mother watching. Floating in friends' white stares, too busy working words out to send out what's not there. Sinking in tastes of her mouth. We stoop to take the wheel that terrorize the snow. Breath blows clouds to break the eyes that we let go. Though we sat sorry by, touching red hair with blue eyes, she slipped while I arrived from rooftops and drunk goodbyes. And we stoop to take the wheels that terrorize the snow. Breath blows clouds to break the eyes that we let go. Olive could not survive in grids in crossed out notebooks. Though fifth was yelling drive, my side was gaining no looks.
3.
Good Work 00:28
4.
My Old Fix 01:54
Babe. Try to intercept my new cigarettes. And save me from my old outlooks. Watch me paint my sullen face in skintone silhouettes. He's gone. Stake my claim in catwalks crawling into it. Tame all my old fashioned views. Let me raise the bar to where my body meets the shift. She's wrong. Time to be sold. Time's finally stolen. Lies to be told. Lies finally broken. Slow it down. Swing low to shout through better lips. Show me how I've missed my ropes. Call me crazy for admitting she's not up for it. He longs. Time to be sold. Time's finally stolen. Lies to be told. Lies finally broken. Babe. Try to interpret my raw fingertips. Take three months from my new book. He said 'maybe if we circle back to my old fix we'll bond.'
5.
Once that season's come we find a way. And once that feeling's done, I've found those feelings don't fade. So turn those thoughts to rust, cause I'm welded shut. Lay downs don't mean much when sunsets come back up. Your senses sent down monotones that I can't read. You're not something I call my own. No longer what I need. So turn those thoughts to rust, cause I'm welded shut. Lay downs don't mean much when sunsets come back up. You sent your secrets down my throat and caught the seams. What is it with words I wrote? They fall in time. Displeasing. Storming out with painter's breath. In time we'll see. If you're storming to your left, my right's alright by me.
6.
A Continuum 04:09
Why don't we sit? Cold, stripped, and reading. Turn our faces out. Why don't we meet? Old, ripped, and reeling. Shed our cases now. I don't know what it is. I don't know what it is. I don't know what it is. I don't know what it is. If I can't feel it then you can't feel it too. If you don't feel it then I won't feel it too. If I can't feel it then you can't feel it too. But you know better. By the ceiling we'll see creatures taking lightly what I'm meaning. And I'm leaving all my features. Couldn't tear myself down. Couldn't help myself out. Wide and secret. Broken seat right at my door. Still in search for some kinder feelings. Come clipped, and calling for a continuum.
7.
The Wall 01:54
Is this that silence I noticed? Is this what I will believe. I brought it down, held it out. For us to see, for me to see. Stumbled into hallways, each avoided carefully. Crawling nearer voices I fear. Hearing words that I can't hear. Stranded but not always. Seasons shift in spite of me. Without knowing of forward going. Is the air before me in motion? Regaining my recollection. Displacing what I should mean. I'm working out my voices doubts. For us to see, for me to see. Stumbled into hallways, each avoided carefully. Crawling nearer voices I fear. Hearing words that I can't hear. Stranded but not always. Seasons shift in spite of me. With no knowing of forward going. is the air before me in motion? Could be a case of nostalgia expanding inside of me. I started down old roads without a plan to leave. Now I'm stuck in between.
8.
Steel Grin 02:03
So we can end this season. So we can end this season. Miles slip away in secret. And if we mend your bleeding. And if we mend your bleeding, I'll style the same steel grin. Keys in steel grips steal when you see fit. Please don't force it. Standard lighting comes close to fighting. Still we seek central heating. Still we seek central heating. Time spins in ways we can begin with works completed. Begin with works completed. I'll pile the paint in sequence. Then he talked feeling stupid. Then he talked feeling stupid. Then he talked. Then he talked feeling stupid. Please screen my double meaning. Please pause and take no heed. I'll remain receding.
9.
Cold hands couldn't want me to be the end that I felt down in the knees. Please send my head wrapped up in reeds to my friends, so I can die when they please. My age doesn't behave or start to make it better. Start to make it better. Start to make it better. Start. I don't need it now. I don't believe in it. I can't feel it. I can't feel it. I can't feel it now. Pretend my way's always the truth. Rename the streets after the youth. Long days circle back to the boot. Always I'll say 'mind what you do.'
10.
Gooseberries 00:44
11.
Down My Lane 02:33
Once in a while, he says take it down. And with a smile, he forgets his sound. And it rarely takes. One at a time. Streetlights make me sigh. Caught out at night, speaking my mouth dry. I guess that's a shame. Keeping time by screaming wild songs at blank lines hoping I'll survive by sleeping sound on high roads floating down my lane. Planned for a fight. Reading my face white. And I'll decide if my mind's worth a line. I'll say what a waste. Keeping time by screaming wild songs at blank lines hoping I'll survive by sleeping sound on high roads floating down my lane.
12.
A Waltz 01:35
Telling shoulders called his name told me I could stay the same saw him cross a gated lane she said 'try to speak out loud' never let down never pushed away couldn't help it couldn't pause the game couldn't quell my quiet shame I kept my face hidden didn't make a sound caught in conversation with courting storefronts in the mist tonight's nicely stealing home left in an empty open room another low down ableist I could stand tall and I could wish wouldn't let myself go what am I to do? what am I to do? autumn we are one autumn we're undone.

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released February 1, 2016

All songs written, performed, recorded, and mixed by D. Brito

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Dil Brito Vancouver, British Columbia

Dil Brito is an experimental alt-folk project based on the unceded and traditional territories of the Squamish, Musqueam, Tsleil-Waututh Nations.

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