Late Night Call

from Installation by Nathan Mathes

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Late night call. Cold rush of disbelief.
Long, black hours. There's a tale and the echoing.
But there's no sleep where there's unease.
We depart with the sun burning in the east.

Make our home, in a way, across the street.
Shotgun ride to the wreck and the rust and the broke down scene.
Where we take photos, pack like thieves.
Cold blown air on a hot, still summer body.

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from Installation, released June 9, 2023
Nathan Mathes - music, lyrics, mixing
Jane Mathers - clarinet
Justin Perkins, Mystery Room Mastering - mastering

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