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Mote

by Dil Brito

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dinmonger More instruments, bigger harmonic structures, but still classic Brito. Favorite track: Capital A.
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1.
Footfalls 02:06
He watched the window shed the light upon his face. He spent no dead time telling us we won't be late. Please buy my buried golden beach house by the grave. I heed my own footfalls letting my mind walk away. Addressing all the time. Should I be leaving before I begin to see? Had I been lost in truth or spite could I have left my hands alone. No licence. I should try to hear myself more often. To look up. To be in the present. That infinitesimal. How long can it go? A crumpled grass and a field in bloom in purple over last year's green. A dog that never tires. Still they float farther apart. Seeing age grab hold of me too. But are we shifting with years? How do I feel? Is there a castle looming in the back of this painting? If there is is there any way I can avoid visiting? Tame it. How about some noise. Waiting a whole sentence to set the tone. Waiting a whole set to miss someone else's over rude ambient noise. I wish it turned out.
2.
Capital A 04:17
Gold when I hope choking on the seeds. But every door goes with every ten miles of every played out scene. But I can't help but fall in deep. Is everybody in on me? Telling truths while taking leads. He said I don't necessarily let my own notes dictate these. These lines show old bones when I'm asleep. And every time I try to breath I bear down knots without the teeth. Tightening to tear my jeans. Coating discount clocks in blood red grease. And what I have I show between. Take it slow to test my knees. And what I say is what I mean. But I don't believe what I don't see. Earnest but unhelpful hands beneath red apartments. Blue alleys. And all my friends say not for me but take a bite and swallow deep. Pretend I can't hold my receipts. Forget while I lay in reeds. Coating discount clocks in blood red grease. And what I have I show between. Take it slow to test my knees. And what I say is what I mean. But I don't believe what I don't see.
3.
Tame It 03:56
Another wasted afternoon. We never did. We never did. It won't be until after June. I never kid. I never kid. I know I can. I know I can. I know I can. If only I could come out and say it. My glass impression wore a crack. Only she could, not that she should. Who's not aware of what I lack? Only she could, not that she should give me a chance. Give me a chance. Give me a chance to meet this tiger head on and tame it. She hung up my shirt before I stopped wearing it. It's scaring me. It's scaring me. The plural sneaks slips back onto my tongue. She might be wrong. She might be wrong. I should've known. I should've known. I should've known without my mind going back to replay it. I know I can. I know I can. I know I can. If only I could come out and say it. The plural slips sneaks back onto my tongue. She might be wrong. She might be wrong. She might be wrong if all I had to do was explain it. If only I
4.
Embrace the night. And call out anyway "Not my name, not my name." Into another state. And it turns quietly. There's no place, there's no place hidden in my remains. Hidden in my remains. We all know I don't have the strength to be hidden in my remains. He took an orange peel and made to come my way. "That's not real," I heard him say. Content to sit and wait and live like I'm a dream. There they go. There they go. Hidden in my remains. Hidden in my remains. We all know I don't have the strength to be hidden in my remains. You read another word and tell me that it means disengage. Disengage. As long as powers be and I could be okay. Please don't stay. Please don't stay hidden in my remains. Hidden in my remains. We all know I don't have the strength to be hidden in my remains.
5.
Maze 04:25
Heroes show folks that they don't hesitate. But my ghost doesn't know if I won't wait a day. And I've planned and I will strive to be less tired. And while I'm losing sand, I'll start to look the same. I said "It's too soon to say," but she said "We'll see." I've made my whole mind a maze. I said "We're young and afraid," so we'll never be at home. My notes running home. That could be my mistake. To throw bones and blank bones could be an honest way. And I've planned and I will strive to be more on it. And while I'm looking down, I'll breath what I don't say. Start to look the same. I said "It's too soon to say," but she said "We'll see." I've made my whole mind a maze. I said "We're new and amazed," so we'll never be alone.
6.
Oak 03:58
Learn to walk again in the road. And to run around in my bare feet. Rent some other words to look over my shoulder. In the road again, I'm not yet walking. I could start again. I could start anew. With my two hands and a bruise on my leg, I could start again. I'll walk to the sea, watch fish and cans pass by underneath me. And I will count up to the top of my teeth, just to yell at the cans. Steady hands and a slow sip meet steady eyes that bounce back and guide my eyes to the back of my still steady hands. I fucked up the sheets. Watching purple bloom in last year's green. Oh, that drift I've seen. Any day I could start again. Any day I could start again. Any day I could I could start again. Any day I could. Any day I start again. Any day I start again. I could. I could. I could any day start again. I could any day start. I start. Any could day I could start. I start any I could start again. Any I could day I day start any day I could start again I could any day i start again I could start.
7.
Bones crack. Behind me I could keep it back. Show me that the rising tide will never lap my toes. Leaking lines and while they pile and stack and rise and file our bones crack. Bones crack. The stairwell's slipping sideways and it shows. Hold me back. Horizons don't rely on broken bones. To be in your own sea. To be in your own sea. To be in your own sea To be on your own. Row free by the shore and read what you know. Row free by the shore and read what you know. Bones crack. Surprising present ties with modern prose. Don't react. I can take care of my stolen poems. Leaking lines and while we pile and stack and rise and file our bones crack. To be in your own sea. To be in your own sea. To be in your own sea. To be on your own. Row free by the shore and read what you know. Row free by the shore and read what you know.
8.
Faster 03:26
I'll react to the names we all master. I'll move faster. Slip and sway while we dole out the masks. I'll move faster. We're watching over me. We're watching over me. Don't delay, not my hope in an action. I'll move faster. Reference days we can't hold in our hands. I'll move faster. We're watching over me. We're watching over me. Pretend my place is some far off pasture. I'll move faster. Towards the page that tears holes in the stacks. I'll move faster. Me. Me. My own report and soul. Me. Me. My own report and soul. But he don't even know my name. And he don't even know my name. And he won't even hold my face. And he don't even know my name. Write and play like I know there's an answer. I'll move faster. I can't claim that I know what I'm after. I'll move faster.
9.
M(my)y f(first)irst b(black)lack e(eye)ye c(came)ame w(without)ithout a(a) f(fight)ight. T(there)here w(was)as n(no)o s(surprise)urprise i(in)n m(my)y n(new)ew s(stranger's)tranger's e)eyes)yes. I(I've)'ve d(done)one w(what)hat I(I) c(can)an. I(I) n(never)ever w(won't)on't b(be)e y(your)our m(man)an. T(talking)alking o(out)ut l(loud)oud h(has)as s(since)ince b(been)een d(drowned)rowned o(out)ut. S(soft)oft s(spoken)poken w(words)ords s(stuck)tuck b(behind)ehind m(my)y m(mouth)outh. I(I've)'ve c(cut)ut o(off)ff m(my)y h(hand)and. Y(you'll)ou'll n(never)ever k(know)now w(who)ho I(I) r(really)eally a(am)m. W(we)e s(stood)tood u(up)p t(too)oo f(fast)ast f(for)or o(our)ur h(hands)ands. M(my)y e(eyes)yes w(welled)elled u(up)p. M(my)y t(tongue)ongue s(seized)eized w(with)ith y(your)our h(hands)ands o(on)n m(my)y k(knees)nees. W(we)e c(collapsed)ollapsed b(before)efore I(I) c(could)ould s(say)ay p(please)lease. F(from)rom b(bus)us s(stop)top t(to)o p(park)ark b(bench)ench. I(it's)t's o(only)nly e(eighteen)ighteen. Y(you're)ou're m(my)y r(regret)egret t(that)hat w(won't)on't c(come)ome b(back)ack t(to)o b(bed)ed. W(who's)ho's t(to)o s(say)ay y(your)our n(not)ot d(done)one y(yet)et? I(I've)'ve d(done)one w(what)hat I(I) c(can)an. I(I'll)'ll n(never)ever a(again)gain b(be)e y(your)our m(man)an. W(we)e s(stood)tood u(up)p t(too)oo f(fast)ast f(for)or o(our)ur h(hands)ands. M(my)y e(eyes)yes w(welled)elled u(up)p. M(my)y t(tongue)ongue s(seized)eized w(with)ith y(your)our h(hands)ands o(on)n m(my)y k(knees)nees. W(we)e c(collapsed)ollapsed b(before)efore I(I) c(could)ould s(say)ay p(please)lease. F(from)rom b(bus)us s(stop)top t(to)o p(park)ark b(bench)ench. I(it's)t's o(only)nly e(eighteen)ighteen.
10.
Kindly stating one last story to nobody. And I felt keeping up was something that I could leave. I keep finding myself lost in plasticine. Every set of doors I swing on's not my scene. And it all weighs down while we all wait. By the waist we bow, turning all away. Each and every one of my heads is out for me. I don't let a lot of myself begin to breath. Thinking, not believing, but he's drinking me away. But I could cut a chord. O, I could cut a chord. And it all weighs down while we all wait. By the waist we bow, turning all away. Smiling slyly, causing riots, riding my own fame. I try not to think of nothing to keep myself awake. While the lightning's falling brightly I stay seen. But my whole side recedes and flies away. And it all weighs down while we all wait. By the waist we bow, turning all away.
11.
Yawning 04:29
Caught in the rain, he marks down my age and then he knows my own face. Now he's gone and changed. Breaking his own nose again. Trees falling down on me. Trees falling down on me. Small and awake. Sweeping expectations. We wore weeks, wearing out our names. Nearly the same. Lilting off to break again. Year yawning back on me. Years yawning back on me.

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released June 28, 2018

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

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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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