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by WINDMILLS

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Dereck Blackburn
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Dereck Blackburn Nick has a sound and a style so very sweet and sometimes "lofi" and every song whether happy or sad, is twisted in colors all his own. Favorite track: The Cats are Now in the Conversation.
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my calling card my foreign arms i stand beside you my lucky star five falling parts the lands beside you my dreams deferred our truth conferred to words beside you five lucky stars five moving parts i stand beside you and in a way we can’t complain this truth, we’re bound by names as though the word had never noticed in this way we are the same in truth we’re bound with name as though the world had never noticed my calling cards my foreign arms i’ll stand beside you five lucky parts my falling stars! i’ll stand beside you and in way, we are but shapes on intersecting planes though a truth could never notice this in this way we are the same bound if not by name though the world could never notice
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the cast, the cats in arms we are iconoclast on wooden floors i haven’t told you what it’s worth i’m throwing brackets; i’m turning phrase i’m trading gold for younger days i haven’t told you what it’s worth hey! cats for gold! hey! cast in gold! a cast of cats to guide us i haven’t told you what it’s worth hey! cats for gold! hey! cast in gold! a cast of cats to guide us i haven’t told you what it’s worth hey, turn your ears so we can say our better days are ashen grey i haven’t told you what this is for hey lick your whishkers, turn your head tell the truth of what it’s always been i haven’t told you what is left hey! cats for gold! hey! cast in gold! a cast of cats to guide us i haven’t told you what it’s worth hey! cats for gold! hey! cast in gold! a cast of cats to guide us i haven’t told you what it’s for hey cats for gold hey cast in cold hey trade what’s left for what’s to hold i haven’t told you what you’re worth
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i have wrists that can be sewn shut prevailing ink that can be shut away forever but wait draw me a paladin wait wait write me an epic that would stand the test of time i think i love you but i liked you better as an ice castle anyway i have lips that can be undone prevailing words that can be shut away forever but wait draw me a paladin wait, wait make me an epic that would stand the test of time i think i love you but i liked you better as an ice castle anyway.
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hello, yes, this is woz hello, no, i’ve been dialing there are no valued coupons inside but please go ahead and tell me all about your fantastic offer hello, no, this was dog hello, make me the vatican there are no points of value to hold into this but please (do you really want to know but please (could you please continue holding) oh, please (do you really want to say) please go ahead and tell me all about your fantastic offers
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i’d want a beach-house by the lake inlund from see i’d want an ending for you or me. i’d want a page, two-hundred nine and forty-three i’d write some closure out to end this tragedy i need a dagger to end your story i need a raincloud over both our sullen heads i need a meaning to rust away both our beds i’d need a beachhouse where we both can shed our skins i’d need an ending to our most horrid of sins i’m a villain, and so are you so let’s stab and call each other evensies
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In Brackets 05:14
i have pictures of you in your younger days the clear plastic wires of what you were trying to say but let me remember you as you are and not as you were i have pictures of you on your dying day your face ashen grey your hands disarray but if i had the moment arm-in-arm i’d say “forget fear and play!” galoshes, galoshes mud, blood, or alcohol i don’t have much time left and i know you have less in our tried, trite cliche rubber duckies, bumbershoot mud, blood, or alcohol mud, blood, or alcohol let’s dance on your grave
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find a place to call your own we’ll build a home on these shores these stars are your onw these words are your home so own them up and find a place to tell your truth or lies in motion-stop frames in time we’ll all sleep our vibes when you weep we’ll say our graceful words pony, rocket art’s deep pockets find a place where words don’t sleep pony, kitten find the place when we can close these four white walls
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this collection of travesties masquerading as songs was written, recorded, mixed, and produced between the 1st and 29th of February, 2012 at the new lambda complex.

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released March 1, 2012

mixery and mastery by dereck blackburn. guitar, bass, vocals, meows, theremin and compostion by n.m. garcia. drums kindly provided by matt yeates. the source material of "make pretend real" was written by miss charlotte. voices on "make pretend real" provided by the yellow mustard memorial choir: regina daniel, michael graham, douglas walker, jer young, and andrew j. chinnici.
there are thanks to be made: the cats, dereck, doug, brandon, matt, fipi lele, siri, st. andre, eatpaste (from whom i stole a song title) annyong, lily, thisbe, the boys and girls who make my lattes, zerbinetta, jer, mike626, wizardhat, neuracnu, the interweb, the brotherhood of steel, and other people i dare not name.

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WINDMILLS Champaign, Illinois

someone buried a melody in this unspeakable racket. someone buried an unspeakable racket in this melody.
m.y. + n.g. + n.y.= windmills

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