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Slumber in Motion

by Moving Day

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1.
Gray Sleeps 05:21
Gray sleeps, gray sleeps All along the avenue Slumber in motion A peculiar notion Gray sleeps, Gray sleeps Gray’s a television star Barely feels the camera roll Like he’s not broadcasting at all Oh and chest bees rumble Like twitches in the night, twitches in the night Some stimulus reaches him And he stirs about in dark, stirs about in dark Oh cherished and secret Moment of deprivation A dream withheld within a dream Gray sleeps, Gray sleeps Upon a tower top Speaking through intercom Through the crackle and the spark Gray sleeps, Gray sleeps Gray has been asleep for years Funny he hardly seems to care Funny he hardly seems to care Oh and eyelids flutter And light shines through the screen But if he saw a sunlit window Could he even stand the beams Oh cherished and secret Moment of revelation A dream withheld within a dream
2.
Epilogue 03:29
Filling space Submerged towns Mouths they make Pretty sounds Shake some shoulders Hold a gaze Ask a question Find escape Stranger’s eyes Ocean floor Well of pain I’ll never know Shake some shoulders Hold a gaze Ask a question Find escape
3.
Amnesiac 05:11
Hollow ring Empty miles Clots of ash Cloud his eyes Mutter on Wilted child Chloroform Chamomile Pity poor Amnesiac Crumpled notes, cataracts Stays defensively docile Nod and smile, smile Frozen frame Static hum Conducting Espionage Endless halls Yawning on Changing shape Losing form Pity poor Amnesiac Crumpled notes, cataracts Stays defensively docile Nod and smile, smile Make a game of it Watch for the sun Fold the edges in Until the dawn comes You can get so small that you’re nearly gone You can get so small that you’re nearly gone Make a game of it Watch for the sun Fold the edges in Until the dawn comes and comes You can get so small that you’re nearly gone You can get so small that you’re nearly gone
4.
Give Up 06:07
Maybe when we were kids we were brighter Now we’re always asking for a lighter But we can’t know So we won’t I know you’re right that there’s room for improvement Long as you can keep yourself in motion But it hurts And it’s gonna hurt a long time But it hurts I don’t think it’s gonna stop I give up on groping for the edge It’s stronger now To let yourself sink in Give my regards To the jailers of the damned Take your time Cause I am done running Do whatever you can to feel something Then it only lasts for one small moment Pay attention Before it’s gone You can say everything you’ve been thinking Uncover the darkness you have hidden But it’s never Never quite enough dear No it’s never Never quite enough I give up on groping for the edge It’s stronger now To let yourself sink in Give my regards To the jailers of the damned Take your time Cause I am done running Lead your consequences around in spirals Looking for an ounce of complete control Thinking it’s there When it’s not You can run from everyone you lean on In search of a new way to keep the heat on If it’s out there Let me know Gonna need Something for the flood I give up on groping for the edge It’s stronger now To let yourself sink in Give my regards To the jailers of the damned Take your time Cause I am done running
5.
Complicated 04:54
You know how to keep It complicated Don’t know what to do so I Stay sedated Learn to trim my speech To acceptable fragments Their neutrality, I know Promises nothing If you come here I can try to make some room My friend Up in the rafters You’ll have trouble finding a place To rest We have to scream love Once in a while Or else be turned to styrofoam I’d rather risk it Shaking the earth Than be together and alone We cannot name the beast So we exchange symbols In choosing what is on TV I hide a loaded gun We cannot bear the cold So we intertwine our limbs But even when we’re pressed so close I still feel nothing A tide is rising It turns just beneath our rituals A slow tune We can ignore it But it’s gonna make its presence known Quite soon We have to scream love Once in a while Or else be turned to styrofoam I’d rather risk it Shaking the earth Than be together and alone We have to scream love Once in a while Or else be turned to styrofoam I’d rather risk it Shaking the earth Than be together and alone
6.
Chameleon 09:40
There’s no one Over your shoulder, over your shoulder Be comfortable Chameleon Chameleon, Chameleon Stuck up in a tiny world of angels fluttering their wings as they pass you by Falling into smaller spaces Oh no here comes conversation kill the time Keep a pocket full of questions and swallowed inhibitions With your thoughts in ancient language With your thoughts in ancient language There’s no one Over your shoulder, over your shoulder Be comfortable Chameleon Chameleon, Chameleon They’ve all got guns in their pockets, a requirement for the hive mind They’ll shatter the glass to pieces Oh no here comes conversation kill the time I can’t tell quite how to feel well that’s alright just rewind the reel Tape slips inside of your ear it intertwines to clustered nothing There’s no one Over your shoulder, over your shoulder Be comfortable Chameleon Chameleon, Chameleon Atmospheres and blurring shades can feel like Can feel like circles Going in circles Over your shoulder Getting older You don’t have to spend your time Trembling at all you see Growing pains and make believe Growing pains and make believe We flake off fragments of ourselves For only some to see You don’t know that isn’t me You don’t know that isn’t me Don’t it get a little lonesome Don’t it get a little lonesome Don’t it get a little lonesome Don’t it get a little lonesome We're collecting branches to build a shelter We're putting our footprint in a path that’s been walked and worn We're rolling stones gathering moss Wilderness is beautiful and you are
7.
Boston 10:39
Oh my god, what is it That we have been left with The ground moved beneath our feet We didn’t know we had to check it Barely let myself touch the floor Taking notes on if to get out There isn’t much I wouldn’t do To hear three more words come out of your mouth Put a blanket in the back seat Threw out the spare tire I hurtle towards Boston at seventy miles per hour Haven’t heard from you much this week So my heart beat refuses to slow down Bite my knuckles in the lobby Thinking your arrival will bring my relief It lasts for one long embrace Then dissolves as we approach the street Wander ‘round with a vice-grip smile A couple blocks until you express doubt You feel you’re split in two and Part of you needs to be left to rot Weep in view of passerby Your old self still refuses to die You’ve leveled worn down walls A new life calls so loudly that it hurts Honey When you met me We were scrapyard kids Wounded children Took me Half a century For my fingers to wrap around your hands And I’m glad they did We learned to relinquish Fragile defenses Become warm oblivion Too much time left to say goodbye We share long silences and get high Lacking in predilection I pick a direction and I drive Scanning block after city block Pinning hopes on an empty parking lot The American Legion isn’t dead But at least has a spot We get lost in the lock of eyes For a moment I swear it's alright Caught in the afterglow I didn’t know it would be the last time Humid in September chill Keep ourselves below the windowsill I ask if you can try to save us And you promise that you will Honey When you met me We were scrapyard kids Wounded children Took me Half a century For my fingers to wrap around your hands And I’m glad they did We learned to relinquish Fragile defenses Become warm oblivion Found an oasis Hidden from the merciless We will never be What we were ever again Pandora’s box is open Buried sentiments flow In streams out to the ocean I’m far away from home Stop the search of hindsight Let tangled threads go Amelia I loved you That’s all I need to know

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All songs composed by Moving Day. Epilogue written in part by David Dawson & RJ McCarty. Drums on Give Up and Boston performed by Joe Fitzpatrick. Mastered at Sonlab by Mark Alan Miller. Cover art by Dylan Coffey-Moore. All lyrics written by Robbie Juarez.

Special thanks to Julie Hammond and Guy Rosin

This record contains no guitars

Produced By Rocco Desgres

Instruments:

August F Köhr Cello
Behringer Deep Mind 12
Behringer Modle D
Behringer Ultratone K900FX
Casio WX-P1
Casiotone 7000
Dan Electro Spring King
Drum Workshop Kit
Korg Volca Keys
Pearl Export EXX725S/C
Rhoads Mark II Stage Piano
Yamaha P-125

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released November 12, 2022

Robbie Juarez: Vocals & Drums
Dylan Coffey-Moore: Cello
Rocco Desgres: Synthesizer

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Moving Day Belchertown, Massachusetts

Moving Day describes themselves as “synth pop for buzzkills.” Their keyboard based sound is rounded out by electric cello. Vocalist Robbie Juarez varies his approach from a murmur to falsetto while telling stories through strings of images.

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