

currently tunneling towards lation.org, will be at centralis soon.
these shirts were spray painted, colored, marked, and generally created by Jeff and Corey the week preceeding Bonnaroo weekend, I believe between the dates of June 8-13. Some were given away others are being worn now and the rest are sitting around. If you should like one, an arrangement can be made for delivery of the chosen item. sneef snarf belarf harftif.
You hear the voices outside
Two birds singing for the sun
Nimble with bright blue eyes
Where wind meets wings two are one
The sun sweats for everyone
The sun sweats for everyone
Bones cold like October
Ring wrapped toes perch on live wire
Dogs bark up the phone poles
Dew beads on woven feathers
The sun sweats for everyone
The sun sweats for everyone
Scanning ground for hidden seeds
They’re pilgrims of the wind
No home, but the open
Floating from limb to limb
The sun sweats for everyone
The sun sweats for everyone
The sun sweats for everyone
The sun sweats for everyone
Played tag with an
airport assistant.
Confused a foe
with a friend.
Waited on the river
for our luggage to come.
Late on highway 28
we struggled to stay awake.
Our eyes blood red,
between alive and dead.
When our hike began,
it was 1 a.m.
We saw our visions painted
on the mountains all around us.
On top of painted rock
we found a perfect spot.
Me and three friends
hopped into a tent,
and opened our mindless eyes
to the blood red inside.
We saw our visions painted
on the mountains all around us.
Spirited shirtless
we danced on the mountain.
Hopefully caught
by the camera around us.
On top of Brockway summit
we thought we finally found it;
a way of making sense
of forever being friends.
We’ll tour the country in a van,
and always be our favorite band.
We heard our voices painted
on the mountains all around us.