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lyrics
SMALL DARK VOICES
I don’t feel safe alone in my home
I can still hear them
I had my head tucked between my knees
I can still hear them
Now I am scream to drowned the sound
I can still hear them
I don’t feel safe alone in my home
I can still hear them
Calling
Someone else must hear
Calling
No one else can hear
The louder it gets the more it ‘comes true
I’m powerless compared to
Small dark voices
I don’t want to feel like this
Not like I did since I was a kid
I want to be passed this
I want to feel lightness
And silence small dark voices
Calling
Someone else must hear
Calling
No one else can hear
I’ll be your sun if you can gift me shade
I’ll be your fire if you can gift me rain
Calling
Someone else must hear
Calling
No one else can hear
Haven’t I done the work
To make this work
Haven’t I done the time
To rewire my mind
From small dark voices
Those small dark voices
I’ll be your tears if you can take the pain
credits
released January 3, 2023
Music, Vocals, Lyrics by Evan Patterson
Additional Music, Production, Mixing by Ben Chisholm
Vocals recorded by Ryan Patterson
Mastered by Derek Coburn
supported by 27 fans who also own “SMALL DARK VOICES”
I love the light and shade between Bryan's dirty and Emma's forlorn vocals. There are so many layers to this recording that are driven home through contrast. Plus the riffs are brilliant and get me moving. I can't stop listening to Thou and Emma in general lately. spaceman2250
With only processed, layered vocals and one moody, swirling synthesizer, AnnaOtta and La.Fumero build a gorgeous and unique world together. Bandcamp New & Notable Jun 27, 2023
The artist's latest masterwork of ambient, drone, and opera explores the effect of time and iteration on memory, emotion, and meaning. Bandcamp Album of the Day Jan 25, 2022
supported by 25 fans who also own “SMALL DARK VOICES”
Reached the shores of an unknown eerie land, engulfed in swarms of doom, returned to a liquid state, drowning, yet still alive. Imprisoned my soul into a rusty copper chest at the bottom of the deep. Wish I could return to the surface and hang myself from a branch of the tree that I still see with roaming eyes, invisible to the common folks. The soul is called and answers. The soul wants to scream but no sound comes out. The soul contemplates its own imprisonment. depressioncore