from broken sound

by Fox & Hound

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We wrote this for you to listen to over and over and over again.

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released August 27, 2014

Jay- guitar, vocals, banjo, beats
Mike- guitar, vocals, beats

The samples in "How I Can Tell,""Formidable Design," and "I" were obtained from: www.youtube.com/watch?v=ouqn-BsLVp0

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Fox & Hound Cheyenne, Wyoming

Jay Egan-Wright: guitar, vocals, percussion, mandolin

Mike Meier: guitar, vocals, percussion, mandolin, harmonica

We are just two dudes from Cheyenne, Wyoming who enjoy writing and playing music.

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Track Name: Faces
All the clouds inside my head get released with every breath I blow
clear the mask that has replaced the pane of glass still frames the faces I know
over, and over, and over, and it keeps coming
Track Name: How I Can Tell
I can feel you breathing through the wall
Comfort me where lighted footprints fall
Did you hide yourself on purpose?
Did I find a part of me?
Is it that easy? Is it that easy?

(-Say uh, do you feel you're normal?
-I hope I'm normal. I think so.
-Well, a little while back you took a series of psychological tests, and I can assure you... I can assure you...)

All the glass that lines these fragile bones
fracture fast from casted fleeting stones
did you return my calls for help or were they thrown against the wall?
Are these echoes? Are these echoes?

(-I mean I'm part of it. Can't you see it?
-I'm trying.
-It's here! can't you feel it?
-I'm trying
-I mean I'm part of it. Cant you see it?
-I'm trying...
-I couldn't possibly tell you. It's, oh it's just like, like you're released or you're free or... I don't know how I can tell you.)
Track Name: Watercolor
You said it's hard to believe we have our eyes shut
the pressure conceived
I feel you come up
I feel you come up
You are the clouds in my head
a calm of sorts reading, read
I feel the trembling of cold, cold breath
and knocking knees as we met
the senses heeding between a seamless body in green
You squint if spliffs are taking pictures
and caught the eye opening

You got me twisted in your sheets
Track Name: Formidable Design
Don't close your mind
shadows lurking form formidable design
these opened eyes
fractal branches frame the faces in the sky
is there nothing more than the beam of comfort from the flashlight to the floor?
don't close the door
taking shelter doesn't take you from the storm

hold out her hand, hold out the storm,
she will understand

(Suddenly you notice that there aren't these separations, that we're not on a separate island shouting across to somebody else and trying to hear what they're saying and misunderstanding. You know. You use the word yourself: empathy. These things flowing underneath, they're parts of a single continent. It meets underneath the water.
And with that goes such delight.)
Track Name: Sand and Stone
I never wanted you to fall
I never wanted you to follow me

And the shadows of your lie
coalesce with the clouds and they storm behind your eyes
and you know
that the hole of the sky's only dry when you're there, but I'm passing from behind
and you know

You are the only one I held inside my eye
You are the only one I held inside my I

And the hope that you had was a stone in your hand
held it close to your heart and the stone into sand
and the hope that you had was a stone in your hand
held it close to your heart

You are the only one I held inside my eye
You are the only one I held inside my I

I never wanted you to follow me
Track Name: I
–blown and bound – broken sound – telephone poles are down–
–noble eye – tell me why everything has to–
–blown and bound – broken sound – telephone poles are down–
–noble I – tell me why everything has to–

All the clouds inside my head get released with every breath I blow
–blown and bound – broken sound – telephone poles are down–
clear the mask that has replaced the pane of glass still frames the faces I know
–noble eye – tell me why everything has to–

over, and over, and over, and it keeps coming

(well, I never knew anything like that in the whole of my life, but that's only the beginning... and oh what fun it will be.)