Secret Shot

by Rare Diagram

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Dylan Hallman Soothing vocals mixed with disgruntled riffs. This album has a real nice 20-something aura going for it. Favorite track: The Dive pt. 2.
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a one-sided conversation with myself

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released November 6, 2015

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Track Name: Come Home
when you come home I will prove to you what you'd be missing with a movie I made in the dark of the living room.

your purse is still here...but the car is missing.
won't you come home?

your hair is so golden in black and white.
remember that i was once your tender age.
i gave you the script where the couple flips in their car, but they make it out okay--mysteriously unscathed--won't you come home?

you always stand so still for a close-up before you're gone.

i can hear people standing out on the sidewalk.
i can see lights at the end of the street from the dark of the living room.
your purse is still here...but the car is missing.
won't you come home...
Track Name: Eva
Eva--have you been travelling since the war?
Holed up in the silent trench with nowhere men.

Eva--do you have a twin or three or more?
Holed up in the silent ardor of humid frustration.

Your natural asymmetry fills a space.
My face is erased and replaced with the worms that I'll eat again and again.
Bend me.
Track Name: Ouroboros
with a dreadful look of confusion 
i'm clutching broken oars 
watching animals eat themselves 

with a dreadful lack of conclusion 
it's hard to carve a narrow gate to sing into 
that the animals can't fit through 

you know you don't need eyes 
if there's nothing out there to see 
you know you don't need lungs 
if there's nothing out there to breathe 
it's a well oiled broken machine 
where the body's all shiny 'cause the parts are cheap 

with a little bit of luck the night'll come soon 
we get a chance to build it again 
this cannibal's box of words 
with a little bit of luck there's a monsoon 
but my voice'll keep on ringing 

as a couple red cents on a wave of information 

you know you don't need eyes 
if there's nothing out there to see 
you know you don't need lungs 
if there's nothing out there to breathe 
it's a well oiled broken machine 
where the body's all shiny 'cause the parts are cheap
Track Name: Scripture
the frame's composed of a dancer no one knows
hearing pictures for the first time
"face it kid, the silent show just ain't sellin' anymore,
and you've been mugging for the camera way too long."

You've got a scripture of places that you've been,
and I've just got your bible with some good parts that I've read.
If you want adventure, abuse that needle and thread.
I've just got my ticket back to Jersey...

the frame's composed of clowns and thieves in pose
all competing for the throne.
there's a girl in the middle of the ring standing up on the
back of a galloping horse, and she's been mugging for the
camera all night...

all night long...

You've got a scripture of places that you've been,
and I've just got your bible with some good parts that I've read.
If you want adventure, abuse that needle and thread.
I've just got my ticket back to Jersey...
Track Name: Sandshark
asleep in a poppy cup.
Track Name: The Dive pt. 2
I got hit on by the bartender in a paisley dress...and she's in a band I guess. Another 60's cover band.

Am I such an old-fashioned guy? I can't seem to understand a single word above the noise.

I got hit by cabin fever, so I went to see the band...and they did nothing for me. Sound buried in the sand.

Am I such an old-fashioned guy? I can't seem to understand a single word above the noise.

The sound of smoke suspended hazily after the flame has been put out.

can't seem to understand a single word above the noise.
Track Name: Cardinal
He's on fire out on the winter coast--a lonely guy I used to know.
As a secret shot moves him in every direction...

He's on fire, hands above his head--an ego creeping to the fore.
He's sending half-writ letters off with out a stamp so he can tell you...

"I've got a complex.
I've got self-doubt.
I've got young foolish thoughts that I could live without." --JC

Oh, you know I've swallowed every poison.
Oh, how I'm a better man now.
Oh, won't these marble eyes melt away like lead?
Oh, won't these marble ears turn gold?

Oh it's been seven years since I was the jealous type...it's been seven years...

"I've got a complex.
I've got self-doubt.
I've got young foolish thoughts that I could live without." --JC

Oh, you know I've swallowed every poison.
Oh, how I'm a better man now.
Oh, won't these marble eyes melt away like lead?
Oh, won't these marble ears turn gold?

Oh it's been seven years since I was the jealous type...it's been seven years...
Oh it's been seven years since I ever put up a fight...it's been seven years...

takes a liquid breath and he's coming back at best. he couldn't ever understand. now he's a cardinal, now he's a mosquito.
Track Name: Columbia
there was confort I could have sent home and stood tall o'er the fog.
I fell for the river and forgot.

there were wounds on words that I once would carve in stone of a story well told.

i climbed up the bridge and i saw them soak in the columbia.

there were eyes, there were times that i didn't mind.
they were faces seen but not heard.
they were mirrors, broken and curved.

underground it's so bright in the city at night, where i thought that i saw you again

i felt how you fell in a glance from a train car headed straight for the past.
i felt how you fell in a glance.

where did i go.
where did i go.
where did i go.
where did i go.
where did i
Track Name: Cartographer
apologies to the churchfolk, the pantheist and the priest and the alchemists' daughter, the spirit of water, but i grind glass.

the hand on high extended from a chaste attribute.
and gnostic entertainment just as bad.

there's nothing left uncharted, a secet other world...
(there's nothing on the outside of it)

and if he tells you that the future is heaven-sent
the scent of morning happens now.
and if he sells you scripture or regret
the taste of rain is in his mouth.
(yeah)

and i don't need a cartographer--all i need's an abacus to prove it.

and if he tells you that the future is heaven-sent
the scent of morning happens now.
and if he sells you scripture or regret
the taste of rain is in his mouth.
(yeah)
Track Name: Empire Rubber Co.
out of town and off the phone--another one sided conversation with myself.

we could be in mendecino by midnight, with a foxglove cypher and the part of my mind that sees god in everyone's eyes.

the moon is glaring down it's like a tails up penny. And maybe, baby, I've had one too many. I've lost the focus in the light...

but if you got your shit together baby, maybe we could be alright once in a while...

meet me in the parking lot; the Empire Rubber Co. at five o'clock.
we could be in mendecino by midnight with all the little solipcisitic answers at the end of the road in the eyes of a child.

i've gone through a few low-budge movies and gnostic entertainment pulls the pain right through me; the scripture at the end of a mind.

but if you got your shit together baby, maybe we could be just fine once in a while...

How do you know my Christian name? She says,
"THAT'S ALL YOU NEED TO KNOW FOR NOW"
Big German machines takin' over the brain--she says,
"THAT'S ALL YOU NEED TO KNOW FOR NOW,
AND DON'T GET ALL EXISTENTIAL, YOU'RE A SINGLE MAN LEMME TELL YA..."
and then a thousand-million volts kills the little mouthpiece in the yard.

but if you got your shit together baby, maybe we could go real far
but if you got your shit together baby, maybe we could go real far

but if you got your shit together baby, maybe we could be okay
once in a while...
Track Name: Heat Death pt. I+II
When it gets quiet in this house I can feel in the ear the heat death of a moment (a life) that should have been great.

When it gets quiet in this house, I can sense the desire to run up to the hill and shout how you started the fire.

When it gets quiet in this house, they brush up on your skin--the needles try and stay soft, but you're pushing them in.

it's then i see you clearly

did you build the pacific?
did you build all the rocks and the cliffs?
did you build the high tide that rushes in?
did your heat build the tall ships?
can you build me a sextant?
can i forget the moments that should have been great?

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where did you learn to swim????????
was it in the ocean, or the pond beside your house?
was it as a small child or a functioning adult?

i know the power of the shadows.
i know the value of the light inside the dark, but i don't need to follow it like the light at the end of the dock.
or a stupid allusion from the tongue of a lesser god.

did i find you in the sanctuary or in the steeple talk of a friend when they've been drinking?
Will I be the martyr who keeps my spirit safe, or will I be saltwater being boiled away?

How can you carry the weight of the sails with broken arms?
How can you carry the weight of the sails with broken arms?
with broken arms...