Blue Shoes (Reissue)

by City Of Ifa

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    Pre-order of Blue Shoes (Reissue). You get 4 tracks now (streaming via the free Bandcamp app and also available as a high-quality download in MP3, FLAC and more), plus the complete album the moment it’s released.
    releases May 1, 2016

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Dry Seasons Pt. 1
Dry Seasons Pt. 2
Bliss Pelican
The God Damn Point
Spring 52'
The Human Atlas


releases May 1, 2016

Tracked, mixed, produced by Paul Hundeby of City Pro Recording.

Mastered by Kris Crummett at Interlace Audio

Paul Hundeby - Vocals/Guitar/Bass/Drums
Chase Patterson - Vocals



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"The album [Self Titled] has a really cool and unique style to it. It's clear that a lot of care and thought went into it." - Kris Crummett (Interlace Audio/works with labels such as Rise, Sumerian, Equal Vision, Epitaph)
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Track Name: Beach Demon
Clean the fire out
There wasn’t time to describe
Massacres that occurred before we knew this shit life

It’s only tragic if you know we know we know
It’s only natural for wives to walk away
Today’s got a dirty hard on

There’s something wrong with you
Found it in myself,
So I love you too.

Dirty interest lies
Behind the rat king
Were all of us dead?
Or is this a dream?
It’s never taken but a bit of time to feel
That wound’s weeping like a whore in ten-inch heels

Here at the end of it all
I feel I am below it
The whole worlds fucking over it
Love will bring you somewhere,
Not saying I’ll be there.

Broken, coinciding with the only way out
We’re still outnumbered by our own species

I’m just bones in a box.
Track Name: Wings Clipped
Not hard stuff,
All we want’s soft touch,
We need love.

No, we can’t find something that simple.
I could, I could.

It’s a wonder what exists beyond the veil.

Every moment without you is a seizure,
an epileptic time frame of shooting stars.

No, we can’t find something that simple.
I could, I could.
No, we can’t find something that simple.
I could, I could.

I carved in mountains valleys.
The satisfying blood-letting,
Of a floating generation fearing disease.
Ravaged, angry, hungry.
begging the tide of loveless seas,
to release (my mistress and) me.

Oh how dearly we depart in deafening darkness.
To what seems in a broad sense to be,
The greatest blasphemy.