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I Can Still Feel Your Claws In Me Twisting 'Round
100 billion humans have lived and died over the course of history. If ghosts are real, there are 14 of them for every living person. Sometimes I’m convinced that they are real; I feel like I sense them daily -- Permeating my skin as I spill my coffee. Exploring the crevices of my lungs as I breathe in and out.
Sillage n. - the scent that lingers in the air, the trail left in the water, the impression made in space after something or someone has been and gone; the trace of someone's perfume.
Slow Burn is about the imprint a person leaves on you after they are gone... The particular shape of their absence. The realization that they are now just as defined by that absence as they once were by their presence. They are gone, but they won't leave. Burrowed deep in your head, swimming around through your synapses... A nostalgia so strong that it's painful.
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Slow Burn
And I can't sleep a wink these nights
You're still here with me
And I feel you pull me
Pullin me down
I can't escape from ya [oh]
I can still feel your claws in me [twistin 'round]
I can't explain what you did to me
And now I'm stuck here
Dreamin in my mind
You're rubbing on my chest
You're all up in my brain
Baby you are taking the best of me
Parts of me are gone
I'm about to break
Cause I know this isn't how it should be
Photography by Dustin Hollywood
new album out now: http://ffm.to/widow
Subscribe: http://bit.ly/RuncrywolfYoutubeSubscribe
Buy on iTunes: http://bit.ly/CataclasmiTunes
Watch all 4 episodes of the mini-documentary: http://bit.ly/MakingOfCataclasm
I Can Still Feel Your Claws In Me Twisting 'Round
100 billion humans have lived and died over the course of history. If ghosts are real, there are 14 of them for every living person. Sometimes I’m convinced that they are real; I feel like I sense them daily -- Permeating my skin as I spill my coffee. Exploring the crevices of my lungs as I breathe in and out.
Sillage n. - the scent that lingers in the air, the trail left in the water, the impression made in space after something or someone has been and gone; the trace of someone's perfume.
Slow Burn is about the imprint a person leaves on you after they are gone... The particular shape of their absence. The realization that they are now just as defined by that absence as they once were by their presence. They are gone, but they won't leave. Burrowed deep in your head, swimming around through your synapses... A nostalgia so strong that it's painful.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Slow Burn
And I can't sleep a wink these nights
You're still here with me
And I feel you pull me
Pullin me down
I can't escape from ya [oh]
I can still feel your claws in me [twistin 'round]
I can't explain what you did to me
And now I'm stuck here
Dreamin in my mind
You're rubbing on my chest
You're all up in my brain
Baby you are taking the best of me
Parts of me are gone
I'm about to break
Cause I know this isn't how it should be
Photography by Dustin Hollywood
![Crywolf - [i see the birth and death of the universe swimming around in your eyes] (Lyric Video)](https://i.ytimg.com/vi/aoSTfYXUrww/hqdefault.jpg "Crywolf - [i see the birth and death of the universe swimming around in your eyes] (Lyric Video)
Get Limited Edition OBLIVIØN Double Vinyls: https://www.runcrywolf.com/collections/exuvium-vinyl
➰
I have something to show you.
A world that exists behind our minds,
seeping through the cracks in our faces.
Vast, filled with beautiful malevolence, seething with gravity.
It pricked me one day, a thorn in my foot.
Something subtle, yet spreading through my frame, cell by cell, splicing into my RNA,
making my belly swell with its potent malice.
Two years later it emerged from my womb, opened its mouth, and screamed with a voice like thunder.
Poor, angry little god.
Welcome to the hell that saved me
The demon that died for my sins
The frenzy of the ancients
Divine, fractalized madness
Welcome to EXUVIUM.
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LYRICS:
I feel myself unraveling
Suspended and strange
Listen. No matter what you see here, no matter what erupts from my depths, no matter what ruin comes of us, promise me…
Promise me when you sleep, when you dream of me… it will be in colors of white.
➰
Written and produced by Justin Taylor Phillips
Featuring Charity Vance")
![Crywolf - 12.25.16 [untitled christmas song] (acoustic version)](https://i.ytimg.com/vi/apCU0SaFnu4/hqdefault.jpg "Crywolf - 12.25.16 [untitled christmas song] (acoustic version)
Am I the only one who secretly hates Christmas music? It’s always felt like a bit of a spit in the face of the somber emotional palette this season has in my mind.
A while back a friend of mine heard me talking about it and they challenged me to write my own Christmas song. I gave it a shot and what came out was, in my opinion, one of the most straightforward and candid songs I’ve ever written. It doesn’t involve complex themes or abstract lyricism. It is just an honest exploration of the gut-wrenching feeling you have when you realize you have lost the place that your soul felt at peace.
I recorded this new stripped down version of it with just me and a felt piano for you guys. If you are another person for whom the holiday season is one of reflection on loss, I hope it comforts you and shows you you are not alone 🤍
Listen on other platforms: https://stem.ffm.to/crywolf
Lyrics:
Did it get colder this year?
Inside my room I see crystals of ice
Suspended pieces covered in glass
Snowbanks are falling on the sides of my bed
The sides of my bed
But it doesn’t snow here in Los Angeles
Abandoned roads, but they’re warm… I’m just losing it.
Everyone’s gone back to sweet places they call their homes
But I wander aimlessly
Can’t shake this chill from my bones
Cause where could I go to feel home, when my home was you?
Surrounded, but always alone
In this snow I can’t move
I feel that yearning to leave and belong somewhere new
But where could I go? Darling, you took my whole world with you.")
![t o m b [cephalotus out december 7th]](https://i.ytimg.com/vi/b2cdrE5LubI/hqdefault.jpg "t o m b [cephalotus out december 7th]
new album out now: http://ffm.to/widow
ill
venture
down
into
your
tombs
// c e p h a l ø t u s
// d e c e m b e r 7 t h
Pre-save here: https://ffm.to/crywolf")
![Crywolf - Lemniscate [The Place Between Sleeping And Awake]](https://i.ytimg.com/vi/bYPcgCtdP5A/hqdefault.jpg "Crywolf - Lemniscate [The Place Between Sleeping And Awake]
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The first time I saw a real human skeleton I felt a very peculiar sadness and shock inside of myself. It wasnt a reaction to the bones themselves, but to what had once covered them; the strength, beauty, and complexity they had once supported. An entire world had once rested in that skull. How much love, pain, happiness and grief had that frame lived underneath?
As an artist sometimes you write about presence, and other times, absence. You use lyrics and music to run your finger around the shape left by something lost. This EP is negative space. Its the frame supporting something that should be there, but simply isnt. A harsh reminder of what once was; of an unchangeable breach in the order of things. Biting, but necessary.
This is my sackcloth and ashes. This is my 7 stages all wrapped up into one. I didnt want to put most of these songs out. They all feel excruciatingly vulnerable. However, I decided Id rather end my life pinned down, splayed out on a dissecting table than be stored away in formaldehyde, buried with my secrets.
So here I am. Heres the knife. Be gentle with me, please.
Photography by Dustin Hollywood")
![Crywolf - Silk [w/ Mothica]](https://i.ytimg.com/vi/bpMcFqmMIto/hqdefault.jpg "Crywolf - Silk [w/ Mothica]
new album out now: http://ffm.to/widow
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Follow with the artwork: http://bit.ly/SkeletonsDigi
The first time I saw a real human skeleton I felt a very peculiar sadness and shock inside of myself. It wasnt a reaction to the bones themselves, but to what had once covered them; the strength, beauty, and complexity they had once supported. An entire world had once rested in that skull. How much love, pain, happiness and grief had that frame supported?
As an artist sometimes you write about presence, and other times, absence. You use lyrics and music to run your finger around the shape left by something lost. This EP is negative space. Its the frame supporting something that should be there, but simply isnt. A harsh reminder of what once was; of an unchangeable breach in the order of things. Biting, but necessary.
This is my sackcloth and ashes. This is my 7 stages all wrapped up into one. I didnt want to put most of these songs out. They all feel excruciatingly vulnerable. However, I decided Id rather end my life pinned down, splayed out on a dissecting table than be stored away in formaldehyde, buried with my secrets.
So here I am. Heres the knife. Be gentle with me, please.
Follow with the artwork: bit.ly/SkeletonsDigi
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Written, recorded, produced, mixed and mastered by Crywolf in Los Angeles, CA
Additional vocals on [Lemniscate, Quantum Immortality, Fuse] by Emalyn
Additional vocals on [Silk] by Mothica
Additional writing on [Lemniscate, Quantum Immortality, Weight] by Alex Phillips
Guitars on [Lemniscate, Silk] Additional guitars on [Fuse, Windswept] by Death & Rebirth
Additional vocal tracking on [Lemniscate, Fuse, Silk] Additional mixing + additional guitar on [Quantum Immortality] by Evan Blair
Additional production, tracking, guitars on [Windswept, Weight] by Andrew Heringer
Additional production on [Silk] by Zachary Nikita
Mastering on [Lemniscate, Fuse] by Matt Simmers
Photography by Dustin Hollywood")
