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Kee Avil | "See, my shadow" [Official Video]
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2021Dec 1
"See, my shadow" by Kee Avil from the album Crease https://lnk.to/cst162 https://cstrecords.com/cst162 https://keeavil.com/ Album release date: 11 March 2022 Produced by Kee Avil and Zachary Scholes Recorded and mixed by Zachary Scholes at Concrete Sound Studio in Montréal QC Mastered by Guy Hébert at Concrete Mastering in Montréal QC Drums samples by Eric Craven Video concept: Kee Avil DOP: Anna Arrobas Camera OP: Abdurahman Hussain Colourist: Olivier Séguin-Dang at Division Couleur Set assistants: Caro Etchart, Raphaël Foisy Couture, Zachary Scholes Makeup and hair: Léonie Lévesque Special thanks to Laurie and Doug Scholes Also available: Crease Remixed, a 4-track digital EP of remixes from Kee Avil's Crease. https://keeavil.bandcamp.com/album/cr... See, my shadow -------------------------- I stand here mute and the silence it drips, through my fingers I stand here deaf and the silence it screams, I cannot see I stand here blind and the silence it smears, across my lips I stumble, fall, crack my porcelain head I am not real See my shadow You’ve misdrawn My marbled eyes Dusty brown There, there was a place we could have gone to, to be safe You could have told me I was never to be free The hole I’m locked in is the same one that I build There, there was a place we could go to, to be real See my shadow You’ve misdrawn My marbled eyes Dusty brown I stand here mute and the silence it sweats, velvet skin dry I stand here deaf and the silence it laughs, a low pitched song I stand here blind and the silence it smiles, its pastel light I stumble, fall, crack my porcelain head I am not real See my shadow You’ve misdrawn My marbled eyes Dusty brown Angry, like the best of me, the best of her Dreamy weight crushing the thought of you She is the bile, the vile spit asphyxiating You are all that and more, more than a friend A teasing itch that bites the back of my bruised neck All this and more, for no reason You are not more than a friend A knot on the nerves of my conscience Tickling, electrifying the tiny fibers Descending the cortex of my spine Cortical bone, blindness, intentions What do we share? Chasing no more than a taste, a lump coughed out No more Beauty make me strong, angry There, there was a place we could have gone to, to be safe You could have told me I was never to be free The hole I’m locked in is the same one that I build There, there was a place we could go to, to be real.

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