Oblique Seasons single

by Deleter

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released November 27, 2015

Second single for the forthcoming album 'Oblique Seasons' available from 25 Diamonds and Landski Records Dec 7th 2015.

Travis Collins - bass guitar - vocals. Joshua McKay - drums - percussion. Jordan Morantez - guitar. Knol Tate - vocals - guitar - Juno 106.

Written by Deleter (copyright 2015). Lyrics written by Knol Tate (copyright 2015). Produced & recorded by Deleter. Mixed by Knol Tate. Mastered by Mikey Young. Sketches by Meghan Irwin. Design by Anna DePagter.



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Deleter Minneapolis, Minnesota

Skewed but catchy. Straight forward yet obtuse. Angry but thoughtful. Sleeker, simpler and meaner.

Lyricist and guitarist Knol Tate (Satellite Voices, Askeleton, Killsadie, Hidden Chord). Bass guitarist and vocalist Travis Collins (Satellite Voices, Spirit Of 76). Drummer and percussionist Josh McKay (Farewell Continental, Mourner). Guitarist Jordan Morantez (The King & The Thief/Blue Green).
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Track Name: Oblique Seasons
Bullshit wings fly politely. A megaphone is an arm. Orders barked down from flags. Brow beaten radio static and flags are a catalyst. Deceived, controlled the masses. No one is ever free to form. It's gone, it's automatic.

Choking down one word. Oblique seasons stretch on too long.

Turn off, catch on. It's been way too long. We've become a vagrants song. Throw off, turn on. Our world only for the strong. It's going on too long.

Bullshit wings fly politely. Onto the origin of strength. Frightened hands lightly tremble. We are kept at arms length. Orders marched on by one. A leader as seen as the sun. We submit to it's power.
It only takes one... gun
Track Name: A List Of Demands
Speak in our ears. From silence to fear. Biting the lips that you kiss. Feeling the movement that you miss. Feeling the same. Saying your name. Close in our minds. Taking some time, pointless it always shifts and spoil the last trick, feel your direction shift. It's all in your head but not in some blood stained bed. Hold in your hands a list of demands. Biting the fingers that you have. Arrested, aggravated growth. It's enveloped us both. Cursing the words "To Blame And To Serve". Pulling you closer in, the corners shift again and it's all your head.