Dirty Hands

from by Cloud Gavin

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  • Record/Vinyl + Digital Album

    this is a Dual 12" LP, in a Gatefold Jacket, of the album, Fermata Supreme, by the band, Cloud Gavin. Pressed on black and white opaque haze. Includes a limited edition poster and sticker you only get with the vinyl.

    Includes unlimited streaming of Fermata Supreme via the free Bandcamp app, plus high-quality download in MP3, FLAC and more.
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    Get all 3 Cloud Gavin releases available on Bandcamp.

    Includes unlimited streaming via the free Bandcamp app, plus high-quality downloads of Fermata Supreme, Posture, and Recycle and Create. , and , .

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lyrics

There’s a bunker in the forest and a hole in your hand that leaks a bloody trail into the ground that you stand.

Though, I’d like to believe you, my intuition will always say no. It says no.

You’re a snake inside the leaves and you’re a hole in my head and even if I could forgive, I’d never dish out the chance, but, how could I?

That part of me has died and I can hardly tolerate anymore.
Is this the cost of war?

They were searching us for gold.

You’re so gaumless; For that, you’re never getting home.
I’ve mordacious intent for the likes of you. You could of hollowed out and colored. Now you can’t mean anything to anyone and everyone you love could love everyone, but you.

You are so naive. It’s hard to be unclean, that much I know.
Oh, God, I know. I’ve got nothing left here to grow. Where did it go?

They were searching us for gold. I started to machinate so flawlessly, oh, how little did they know. Yeah, they were ‘searching us for gold’.

But, you’re so gaumless; For that, you’re never getting home.
I’ve mordacious intent for the likes of you. You could of hollowed out and colored. Now you can’t mean anything to anyone and everyone you love could love everyone, but you.

You sold me out for a wooden box and all your body marks.
Then you came down with the force of the devil inside your veins.
Now, you’re just a watermark.

Now, it’s clear to me how horrible that I can really be.

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from Fermata Supreme, released October 28, 2014

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