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by Darkswoon

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roro38 Un album parfait de bout en bout, vivement conseillé pour les amateurs d'électro-pop tendance dark classieuse, impossible de sélectionner une piste plutôt qu'une autre, bravo !
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ReapertheJellyfish To be completely frank, this is my favorite album of all time. Favorite track: Year of the Rat.
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lupesk Cet album est une excellente surprise. Favorite track: This is a Void.
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pierrosaurio Calling it a “modern day NIN” doesn’t do them justice. The perfect balance between synth sweetness and electric guitar darkness with haunting vocals and adictive percussions. LOVE THEM!
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cacushman Every track on Bloom Decay is masterful. I expect to spend many more hours enjoying these works!! Favorite track: Bloom Decay.
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Bloom Decay 04:25
I’m still burning from your words Take me somewhere cold and far away What blooms from this decay? I’m still learning when to sacrifice Its ok until it’s not What blooms out from this rot? Permission, acceptance A gaslight flickers, you say I’m sick There’s nothing left here but a nervous tick It’s not my fault, it’s in the waiting The biting of my tongue The undigested poison Permission, acceptance Burn the fields Destroy what is left Of fissure, bereft Permission, acceptance
Lost in a forest, the forests on fire The flora’s hot embers Suffocate over time My body’s not mine Lost in forest, teeth between my ribs Licking an open wound Public access womb My body’s not mine May death free us all Graceful like a glacial fall Escaped apocalypse The forest consumes you and all of your sadness Laying down to rest Ignore sunlight and breath The tree line is so wise Tells you to close your eyes Swallowed everything whole Stories left untold Inverted posture repose Closure
Spellcast 04:55
Something unkind has been planted A need that cannot be fulfilled It grows in distance to you I know it has been taken for granted Our timeline is parallel You were just passing through The hours late, you are gone What did you learn? You are now my altar A bag of powder A candle to burn Hematite crystallized A spell cast to protect Short lifetime realized I’ll see you now in the shadows and the pain I collect Night pulls the day into the horizon I can feel you as the season starts to turn On the wet pavement in the low light In the universe, a damaged satellite
Under Glass 04:00
Strangled joy by the rope Arched back and blurry visioned Don’t let fate destroy your human hope A dampened map A life’s revision In a year postponed A season uncontrolled The order hasn’t changed It has always been unknown Flowers under glass Doors shut so fast We are not a memoir of broken of broken armor A stone in my chest distant eyes You’re so far away sometimes I want to remember every good thing you’ve said Let the rest past through me like a ghost You are my oxytocin dose Dried and pressed in my haunted head
This is a Void This is a Void This is time getting quicker This is a void This is a void This is time getting thinner This is something to bury This is something to carry This is something, a black hole Something not to ignore It’s insatiable I don’t believe in violence I don’t believe this can be solved without There’s violence in the silence The world is on fire Let it burn White tapes White lies You take up space I waste time October bridge jumpers Rest in power Dark sound bath I want to see blood in the cracks There’s blood in the truth The violent facts Anniversary And dead Aries A sudden reveal This is scary
There is something to decide Hollowed out on the inside Bricks of memory built A cellular wall of survivor’s guilt Empty head my throat is full Choking memories, drawing The Fool New Year’s Eve found time to grieve Heir to sadness, the great time thief There are omens I recognize My heart is broken and cauterized I am open, look in my eyes I’ll be empty but I’ll be dry A sober thoughtcrime to explore A ticking time bomb from 1984 Internal ecdysis, mental exorcist I won’t think of you anymore
Pulling at each other’s threads The negative space And all the words that are unsaid And saving face The quiet truth in your eyes Aloof and metastasized Your black pupils grow Revealing a darkness you know I want to feel something new Like am I enough for you Because I feel reduced within In the arms of our bond, it’s not that either one is wrong Quit the lithium Suture your own wounds Am I enough for you? Soft touch transforms to a need for something harsh Pain slows down the rhythm of the death march Bring me back to life Even if you have to twist the knife This corporeal sense Of temporariness
White Moth 03:59
Still healing my smoker’s lung I get one more year around the sun I’m trying to transcend grief and tension Exhausted by humans in the land of the pretend Subduction pulls me under The trouble with spirits they don’t tell me what they want I’m bleeding, offering a blood clot Burst capillaries and mass graves The streets become cemeteries There’s no protective shield to keep us from the potter’s field White moths to the light this will be over soon stay with me until the blood moon gives up the tide And our egos have died
Aging out of fashion The death of indecision What will even happen Our bodies are a map Words that sting and everything that has been said A memory, an echo chamber in my head Why do I want to know the future? There is desire in mystery The mind’s tricks and the empty promising I can do this a little longer Collecting burns and waiting turns Reassemble and healing Is it enough to just move through time? Keloid scars and endless nights at bars To shapeshift and bind Ancient words still bruise Psychic wounds to heal I could sleep forever Someday I will I miss the light I miss the light of my life


released September 14, 2022

Music written and performed by Darkswoon
Lyrics written by Jana Cushman
Guitar, Vocals by Jana Cushman
Synth, keys, drum machines by Rachel Ellis
Bass by Norah Lynn
Produced by Jana Cushman and Jeremy Wilkins
Recorded by Jana Cushman
Vocal Editing by Debra Ann Wood II
Mixed by Jeremy Wilkins at underwater research and design
Mastered by Amy Dragon at Telegraph Audio Mastering
Additional Instruments by Jeremy Wilkins


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Darkswoon Portland, Oregon

"...fierce electronic prowess and shoegaze-inspired guitar textures. As such, the band channels both the detached chill of early Fever Ray and Eurythmics as well as the churning menace of Modern English...both incredibly powerful and irresistibly catchy at once." -- Frank Deserto, Post-Punk.com ... more


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