Even Tinier Hats (ft. Jordan Doyle of Gaffer Project)

from You Look Good for Infinity by X.Y. Spaces

/

  • Buy the Full Digital Album

  • Compact Disc (CD) + Digital Album

    This is the XY version of "You Look Good for Infinity." Slightly different tracklist and artwork than the 2015 version.

    Price for CD's are $10, $15, $20, or anywhere in between, depending on how generous you're feeling. You could even do more than $20 if you're feeling froggy. Would be immensely appreciated.

    Includes unlimited streaming of You Look Good for Infinity via the free Bandcamp app, plus high-quality download in MP3, FLAC and more.
    ships out within 5 days

      $10 USD or more 

     

lyrics

Death is reborn, in a miserable display. They plead for us not to stare, but how could we look away? Nothing of our sort does this rebirth grant with a response. And in an hour of silence, we heard its heart beat just once. Oh you should have been there, it learned to walk on its own. The birds, they flew in place, for the soil was calling them home. Our sight did not dull, and our souls they felt no greed. Now you see we have welcomed this death, after all, it's all we really need.
Our neighbors become embalmed with the guilt that we never tried on. And from what we could tell, they had picked a perfect hill to die on.
Anticipation, for a world it built the blueprint for, like a memento that had nearly vanished, and at this point became depressingly worn. What we have witnessed arise from the well, our conclusions they were not the same. This being such a brain of a body, and yet such a body of a brain
"All of you who are hear for answers, I made this world just for you, but I didn't leave my fingerprints, because I knew that I wouldn't have to."
All I can love is distrust. I've made doubt to be my mistress. Shape myself in to questions, yet still, everything falls in line. I am the smoke I choke on. I am the "look at what I have done." And you, you are the song yet unsung. You are the chill down my spine. Go and spit to the wind, forgiving those who do offend. Now as we play pretend, hold your breath past black and blue. Like a solemn church bell rung, doubt is a sore on my tongue, and I swear I'll get it fixed, though I know not what to do.
And I swear, I'd get it fixed if I could.

credits

from You Look Good for Infinity, released July 14, 2016

license

all rights reserved

tags

about

X.Y. Spaces image

X.Y. Spaces Decatur, Alabama

'Preciate it

Jonathan Ransom - Guitar
Brady Lett - Vocals
Alex Hames - Drums
Heath Brister - Bass

contact / help

Contact X.Y. Spaces

Streaming and
Download help

Redeem code

Report this track or account

If you like X.Y. Spaces, you may also like:

Bandcamp Daily  your guide to the world of Bandcamp

On Bandcamp Radio

Featured guests are the golden-voiced Baby Rose and psyche soulsters Brainstory.
listen now