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First track from the album, Postnatal Noise Cocoon. Originally released in 2011, this collaboration pairs Croix with Philly-based freak-folk band, The Colored Coat. Ten songs showcasing Croix's usual psychedelic-songwriter style with the obscure eclecticism of instrumental quartet, The Colored Coat. https://deckardcroix.com https://deckardcroix.bandcamp.com/ Produced by Deckard Croix Album artwork by gea Recorded at The Torture Garden / 2010 / Philadelphia, PA Recorded by Julia Long Mixed/Mastered by Deckard Croix Deckard Croix (vocals, guitars, piano, electric piano) Jessie Corbin (synths, samples) Miller Mahon (guitars) Doug Mendenhall (basses) Paulie Monroe (drums, percussion) --- --- "In the air of the forest you know you're not alone here. A figure walking gently is just something you can't fear. There's trouble coming dear but you speak so softly. The judge and the jury and the witnesses can't hear. Your tracks are in the fire and the soul is broken. To many you can never shake the name of 'traitor', But the figure's walking gently and there's nothing to fear. But the figure's walking gently and there's nothing to fear. The sun's in the corner and the stars are falling. Children in the darkness say the drugs are failing. Your pain's in the center and the cards can't call it. Your luck's in the river and you just don't know it. The minds of the masses just keep on turning. The voice of the people won't speak reason. You'll find the answer when there's none left to find, dear. You'll find the answer when there's none left to find here. But the figure's walking gently and there's nothing to fear. You look behind you and there's nothing there to touch. You leave your fingerprints in the fire but your soul is cold. You scramble up a tree and survey the surroundings And off in the distance is a weary traveler. He looks over his shoulder and doesn't see it coming. The sun's in the corner and the stars are falling." [ad nauseum] --- ---