The Nova Riches

by Anchor Thieves

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kreegsnwatson2017 There is a certain combination of rhythms, sonic choices and phrasing that makes me feel like my brain is umbilically connected to a higher consciousness. Favorite track: The Last Surviving Coyote.
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released February 17, 2017

Produced by Malina and Anchor Thieves.

All songs written, performed, and recorded by Anchor Thieves.

Mixing and additional performances by Malina.

Mastered by John Baldwin.

Anchor Thieves is Cayce Keller, Paul Cavitt, and Simon Lynn.

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Track Name: The Last Surviving Coyote
A box, a car, a devil, a phone, and a knife
To lead him away, unknown
So he has but one belated last try
to advance the meaning of his whole life
An 8, a 6, a 7, a 4, and a 9
are laying inside the drawer
so you have about a minute to find
what elaborate meaning they left behind

I can hold it down
Maybe spread a rumor to make sure I'm awake
I can see the out
Cipher all the sounds
Hidden in a room in a great tomb in a lake
underneath the ground

A bait, a switch,
11 or more at a time retreating and must make shore
So your half a map will lead you there fine
But alas, you're bleeding and left behind

I can hold it down
Maybe spread a rumor to make sure I'm awake
I can see the out
Hyperbolic doubt
Filling a balloon at a rate
Soon it'll break
I can see it now
Cipher all the sounds
Hidden in a room in a great tomb in a lake
underneath the ground
Track Name: Non Sequitur
The man approaches me slyly
As if evading someone
Reveals a hidden black talisman
He lifts his focus behind me
His face as pale as the sun
With haste, a fear in his eyes and runs
with his suitcase flung
and his blue cape on
and as good as gone
I guess if you say so
You never made a good father
You never made a good son
You never stayed in one place too long
They should've weighted your priors
They should've taken your gun
There's no escaping your firing squad
with his suitcase flung
and his blue cape on
and as good as gone
I guess if you say so
If you pull off the exigent
elusively aloof again
Few hear out the master plan
and fewer see it to the end
See to it the aftermath
is soon to be the newer path
Assume that they will all follow you
in maybe a year or two
they can feel our follow through
The man approaches me slyly
As if evading someone
Reveals a hidden black talisman