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Plasticity

by SWIM

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1.
Presque Vu 02:42
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2.
Niacin 04:21
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I slept for an hour last night I worked all day and didn't even notice I think that I forgot to eat today Yesterday I ate for three I haven't bathed in three days I'm losing weight all the time I hear your voice when I close my eyes They'll be open the rest of the night I don't think the chemicals are working But my face still hits the floor I don't know where these bruises came from I wouldn't feel them even if I did
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Jasper 03:12
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Somewhere between sorrowful and colorful I brushed the dirt out from my curls And I stepped into your world The blues and reds all unfurled The Messiah touched me here and there I danced around in his underwear Underwater thoughts only count when your face is blue This is what I sound like when I'm looking at you Does the bed match the weight of the hate that you're statin'? He looks me in the eyes and he calls me Satan Does the bed match the weight of the hate that you're statin'? He looks me in the eyes and he calls me Satan
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Evansville 02:50
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5.
Plasticity 04:48
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I left my clothes at your place again Did you even notice that I was high? Didn't we get too stoned and dance naked on the floor? Was it all a lie? You said you still loved your old dude But you're into your new dude too You were into me when I was in you Is it ever the truth? Summer is coming to an end Time to follow a whole new trend This oppressive heat is starting to fade We're happy because we're getting laid We're happy because we're getting laid
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Tianeptine 03:49
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Dead Friends 02:40
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Your eyes don't register Your drawings adorn my room I feel you from the other I'm sleeping in your tomb Dead friends don't care When you're calling their name Living friends don't know That they're all the same
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Jamais Vu 02:50
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Burnt Out 04:31
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Sometimes I still wonder if we're walking in step But you're so far away from me And I'm nowhere near And I'm nowhere here I'm nowhere here and it's nothing new Spending my time staring at clocks They look back and mock They look back and block me You asked me what shape the sun was I called it a hexagon When I turned back to see if you laughed You had already gone To take refuge at a friend's place Because I was being an ass And I thought that it would pass And I thought that it would last I thought that it would last until the sun rose I never heard the birds shout I'm sorry that you got burnt out I'm sorry that I got burnt out
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Queen of Cups (Aquarius) 03:30

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10/30/2017 - 04/10/2020
For Edward Hidbrader and Samantha Dodd
For anyone that I've hurt while trying to process these deaths, a particularly nasty breakup, a very close suicide attempt, and the subsequent plummet in my mental health, all of which are the primary influences on this album.

It's crazy to listen back to it, now that it's completed. I still hear the wood floors of my bedroom in Nashville where "Niacin", "Evansville", and "Dead Friends" were recorded. I can still see from where I lived on top of the North Hill all the way across to the South Hill in Spokane where I recorded "Tianeptine", the new lyrics to "Jasper", and the music to "Jamais Vu". I can hear the space of your apartment in the recording of you speaking french throughout "Jamais Vu" and I can hear that same space, though much less inviting, on "Burnt Out". So, I guess it's fitting, then, that I can hear the eternal chill of my adolescent bedroom at my dad's house in "Presque Vu" and I can hear the confusion and hopelessness of my current living situation in "Queen of Cups". Sometimes these songs sound like pain to me. Others they sound like love, or heartbreak, or death, or loss, or heroin, or a projection of my own schizoaffective solipsism, or a reflection of the world around me. When I started recording this in late 2017, my world was in the process of ending. Now that I've finally finished it in 2020, the collective world at large is in the process of ending. Can we as a species bounce back and survive, the way an individual brain would due to the phenomenon of neuroplasticity, going back to a pre-traumatized state? I think so. I think we're gonna have to throw capitalism in the trash and that the world will be scary and inconvenient for a while before it gets better, but most individuals also don't go without a period of deep depression between a traumatic event in their life and the growth that comes later as a result of it. This prescience is one of the many reasons I've gone back and finished this album two years later. We could learn a lot about ourselves as a species fighting for survival by paying close attention to what happens within ourselves as individuals in the wake of a traumatic event.
- Seth Baxter Ratcliffe
11 April 2020 4:02 PM
Vincennes, Indiana

2018, 2020 A Spontaneous Sonata for Fuchsia on 13/12 Music©
2018, 2020 Collapsing Cities of Sine Waves in F# Minor Lyrics©

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released April 11, 2020

Performance, engineering, lyrics, and art by Seth Baxter Ratcliffe

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