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So Certain EP

by Ryley Walker

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    45 RPM. recorded/mixed/mastered/and cut with direct analog signal. AAA. ZERO digital stage in any part of the process. shit is dank.

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I’m repurposed in the old sense of the word saccharine to the salvage struck witness clear palette and then we’re told mezzanine holds the top shelf low common in past tense of absurd long moments to age nightly twice softened held in place by crackpots strung out like a postcard So certain tall tales are never offered thumbing through lungs appendices snapped breath of attraction each coma has an asterisk fangs tarnished in bold but never curved fumes held for a daydream where I’m limbless wigged out and clear blue touch has memory and redness front lobe bashed in with friendly jokes adult gummy chewed lightly been weeks since the town paved over gold dig my teeth in quicksand
Trace Ghosts 04:57
bright think in a bind was happier with less surprise cashing the cold shit spewing in Sanskrit the felt of a weathered prime and when we first spun the able was wrought the smile was stone when bandy was checked in we never had an out the truth is we liked the rum we wailed and spit the tears back to a cup a trail dusted in silk sheets we never had a snooze the truth is we like the loss we graze that hand in mouth and chew our tongue unpack the rays my throat does swell gets right with age then burns in hell trace ghosts in the wheel well they rust and shoot themselves in the head and preach that dirt can cure the loss of war rations we split it’s all just fodder the gown on the fat man we see his ass hang out and I thought what a weird third eye to crack
barring any hangups I’m gonna seize the rapture broken thumb on the hurt button I’m twixt beyond first thought a lot of strife is second strand just bong loading the wrong parts spill me into spit shine cackling in nose bleeds and if you see the fucker who stole my mail tell them the debt doesn’t absolve at best one inherits magic pivots to a peep show a lot of wives leave lipstick on the end of Virginia slims making up the markings of Christian sex in daydreams kept up on bulk elastic I’m squeezed in with the salesmen pitched in my best shoes I walked out with a bad limp grey scalp filled fantastic I dipped into a strange brew cut loose while tiered off I’m grouped in with the wrong crew and if you’re lucky you’ll see shells of trails the bare bones of a bootleg trip at least sons of bland habits downgrade to a day job a lot of dives don’t kill me I can breathe in the undertow sweating out the spirit of static in the old shows
I shattered in a circle my species has never spoke live in the upper lip pouch of an upper dope can anyone field an offer? can you pass less profane? painted a greyscale in cancer the Pharaohs plastic home my guardian is pilled out their rotary telephone I haven’t used one for years they call me the on the scene gallup a dollop hindsight the fisheries never float I leveled the land of the living fucking the twine of a rope Can anyone give me clean piss? Can you garnish it with rain? lateral for sinker the barter sat in my throat a galaxy as suggestion free from the prison vote can anyone sweep the spring? can you cradle what's there?


4 brand new songs. recorded at electrical audio in Chicago IL


released January 11, 2022

Andrew Scott Young - Bass/Cello

Bill MacKay - Guitar

Quin Kirchner - Drums/Percussion

Ryley Walker - Vocals/Guitar

Cooper Crain - Recording/Mixing

Michael Vallera - Layout/Design

Alexander Varvaridze - Artwork

Recorded and mixed to tape at Electrical Audio. Chicago, IL Dec 2021
Mastered by Paul Gold at Salt Mastering. Brooklyn, NY Jan 2022


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Ryley Walker New York, New York

Guitar and sometimes sing when the people want it.


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