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: The Colony by Vera Sola : Stream or get the ltd edition 7" here: http://www.smarturl.it/VSTheColony : From the album "Shades" to be released November 9th, 2018 : Pre-Order: http://smarturl.it/VeraSolaShades Vinyl Pre-Order: http://smarturl.it/VSShadesVinyl Tour Dates: https://www.verasola.com/shows Directed by Vera Sola Director of Photography: Damon James Duke Edited by Damon James Duke and Vera Sola Thanks to the Salton Sea and the town of Bombay Beach. Tao Ruspoli and the Bombay Beach Institute of Metaphysics. Jane Booke. Sippi and Alicia. Thank you most of all to those who were here first, before the white ghosts emerged on the dark horizon, who rightly continue to fight for what is their true dominion. Dedicated to protectors of Water and Land everywhere. Recorded at Native Sound Studios in St. Louis by David Beeman. Additional Engineering by Will Godfred. Mixed by David Beeman and Ben Majchrzak at Native Sound. Mastered by Heba Kadry at Timeless Mastering in Brooklyn. Written, Arranged and Performed by Vera Sola. +Lyrics+ I found myself a new world sailed around it’s ring I wrought myself a country and I crowned myself it’s king I made myself religion carved christ in ivory I deemed an airtight Sunday to justify myself all the bleeding I clawed myself a nation and I’ve shopped it’s waterways I crack the dirt for smoking out rhyme of energy I gouge myself a pipeline I dig myself a mine I take myself a forest to sap the growing up of your shrine I’ve halted ghosts from dancing swept the prayers from the last ones left and I kept the drums from breathing It’s I that warped the blankets’ weft I that warp the blankets web To speak in some such candor I rip from the condor’s wing I feed on loving bodies And take the land from them to stanch their living I take the land from them to stanch the living