Countless Others

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1.	First Night 04:25	lyrics

2.	Only I Dream With You 04:33	lyrics

3.	Secret Word 04:12	lyrics

4.	Song of the Spiritually Overflowing Cup 06:15	lyrics

5.	Violent Child 04:02	lyrics	buy track

6.	Why is a Mouse When it Spins 04:50	lyrics

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Countless Others is the self-titled album of Countless Others, the electronic pop moniker of Sam Fisher, who is also awkwardly the author of this section =). This music is born in the gorgeous indie rock of Athens, GA and cultivated by the study of classical and experimental music in Oberlin, OH.

This album has been a true break-through for me personally and I hope you find the sounds, notes, and words contained herein to be as exciting I do.

The release of this album was in collaboration with Southerners on New Ground (SONG), an LGBTQ activist community working on intersectional issues of social justice throughout the South Eastern United States. We committed to raising money for SONG through album and merchandise sales and succeeded in donating $500. Read more about them at www.southernersonnewground.org!

Copyright 2013 Boom Done! Records

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released May 3, 2013

Writing: Sam Fisher
Mixing: Sam Fisher
Mastering: Paul Katzman
Album Art: David Yanofsky
Art Book: David Yanfosky
Monster Drawing: Rosie Eck

Special Thanks:
George Pettis
Jake Thomson
David Yanofsky
Paul Katzman
Alex Katz
Jacob Gilbert
Valerie Perczek
Lexie Bean
Aaron Kozloff
Rosie Eck
Andrew Monks
Lyn Goeringer
Matt Gallagher

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Track Name: First Night: somethings on and off again, the evening brought warm rain.
turning off the lights again, watching the escape of flooded sky.
then i lost another year and it put me back, i lost another year and it put me right here darling,
so i'm right here darling, but it's too quiet, far too silent. small wonder my head spins, in my father's house
if i continue to depart, was it never enough?
and then your face in a delicate place, with a delicate gaze, in a delicate phase,
then i lost another year and it put me back, i lost another year and it put me right here darling,
so i'm right here darling, but it's too quiet, far too silent. small wonder my head spins, in my father's house, on the first night

on the first night

on the first night

and now all you are is on my wrist, you persist like a sun, like a sentient system, getting softer with every kiss from the moonlight on my forehead, it said
all you are is on my wrist, you persist like a sun, like a sentient system, getting softer with every kiss from the moonlight on my forehead, it said
all you are is on my wrist, you persist like a sun, like a sentient system, getting softer with every kiss from the moonlight on my forehead, it said
all you are is on my wrist, you persist like a sun, like a sentient system, getting softer with every kiss from the moonlight on my forehead, it said
it dead.
Track Name: Only I Dream With You: only i dream with you, tell me who you are,
a sky painted on clear air to erase the dark
or hiding in plain sight?
are you frightened, scared of the light?

only i dream with you,
tell me who you are,
i'm no vindictive voice,
i am the fog, and the fault-lines, lying soft,
tell me are you angry half of the time?

you're a ship sunk half-way down.

you must get tired of setting right, where right hardly applies
you are a joke you tell your friends, and a disguise donned by night

you're a bird feet strung to the ground.

and only i dream with you

and all your strength so resolute, is holding down your throat,
so you can laugh up your own blood, while waiting to be loved,

and only i dream with you

and we live in denial
we live in denial
and we live in denial
we live in denial
Track Name: Secret Word: you wrote me letters I never returned, instead of letting it hang there, I should of dug in and bit the line.
i pulled a perfect example of apathy, from my collection of perfect examples, of which you are a part,
but representing a different word, something i keep quiet cause i

never cursed, never lost, never crossed a secret
never could, never wrote a word that could see it through,
what's in your gloved hand?
is it whisper, or an angry ghost? a lost thought.
something you forgot.
when you remember you'll race round the yard and feel
more alive than ever and inside my letter I've written it plainly concealed,
a secret word, to get your laughter
to get your laughter.

you left some doors wide, I left the house cold, gazing at some starry night,
i could of fell in and died a bit to see what lives in it,
and how i could get to it, and when the
moon is ripe and a mist comes,
i'm in a hurry to find out everything,
just as fast as possible, if possible.
and i'm trouble to hold onto
and i'm a troubled hold on you, and so i

never cursed, never lost, never crossed a secret
never could, never wrote a word that could see it through,
what's in your gloved hand?
is it whisper, or an angry ghost? a lost thought.
something you forgot.
and when you remember you'll race round the yard and feel
it's hidden though obvious
more alive than ever and inside my letter i've written it plainly concealed,
intended to be found
a secret word, to get your laughter
to get your laughter.
Track Name: Song of the Spiritually Overflowing Cup: what guards us from ourselves, sweet secrets, drawn from a new bloomed flame,
dealt an imaginary hand, and sent to seek out a perfect thing, to find a meaning for things
is an ordinary mask, and a hiding world looks out from there
is an ordinary mask, and a hiding world looks out from their
stone eyes, looking for input- for a sea to swallow, and a sun to follow.

you're ambitious rambunctious, so terrific charismatic
building bombs in the backyard and drinking the fire
to beat of a constant mechanical timepiece.
i'm giving up on misery, mystery

ever lost
the silver eyes
go blue when sleeping
the blue in flame
ever softly now
space will open
a chambered gladness
will find your name

what guards us from ourselves, sweet secrets, drawn from a new bloomed flame,
dealt an imaginary hand, and sent to seek out a perfect thing, to find a meaning for things
is an ordinary mask, and a hiding world looks out from there
is an ordinary mask, and a hiding world looks out from their
forever until this is over,
waiting for the precious few places for input,
and you can hear it sometimes, in the woods
i think you can.
and its muffed in your hands, its a fire in your friends
and I think, you can.
freer feeling
to what your feeling,
what you forget about
what your feeling

ever lost
the silver eyes
go blue when sleeping
the blue in flame
ever softly now
space will open
a chambered gladness
will find your name

it pull me up,
it wrap around you
and all night the sound of cold rain.

and all night the sound of cold rain,
it come down
it wrap around me,
and all night, the softer your breathing
Track Name: Violent Child: 25 days till I'll be a man, have you been waiting, on the other side of a glass wall?
don't sleep alone tonight, and we are two ghosts fire bright and tongue-tied,
and you, the violent child that i was at 17, still telling lies.

still struck red gut from a past life,
burning scrap books in spare time,
bad days are what you are,
and it flies fast, hits hard, disappears.
and these days strangers never seem to trust you
when they see you walking in the streets.
you used to make friends
with almost everyone you'd meet.

and now you're almost 22,
and you lost your childhood faster than you ever thought you could,
just to see what was in your blood. so they can tell what you are made of.

and are you awake? i'm sleeping not so well.

oh, violent child, that i was at 17
tell me a ghost story, and I'll mistake your words for my own.

and i will write the words you speak,
sing the things you keep locked inside your chest,
a violent life, still, telling

lies.

(violent child, you the violent child.)
Track Name: Why is a Mouse When it Spins: what's it gonna take to pull me out of my bed?
i used to write to write your words on the back of my head.
now i'm unsure and I'm upset,
colored in the green tones of the outset.
i used to see so far beyond my window,
but the glass cracked all at once,
and what did i know? what could i know?

and why when it spins does it all do me out? i announced i announced i'm the mouse i'm the mouse.
and why when it spins does it all do me out? i announced i announced i'm the mouse i'm the mouse.
and why when it spins does it all do me out? i announced I announced i'm the mouse i'm the mouse.
and why when it spins does it all do me out? i announced i announced i am the mouse
i'm the mouse when it spins.
and why is a mouse when it spins?
oh i am the mouse when it spins, when it spins.
oh i am the mouse when it spins, when it spins.
and why is a mouse when it spins?

what's it gonna take to put you out of my head?
i used to hear your voice downstairs,
now i'm alone in my home with my parent's spectres, and they're shouting in the kitchen.
i wanted something else, what things used to seem so kind to me,
are pleased to just stare at me blankly, oh how could I be? or what could I be?

and why when it spins does it all do me out? i announced i announced i'm the mouse i'm the mouse.
and why when it spins does it all do me out? i announced i announced i'm the mouse i'm the mouse.
and why when it spins does it all do me out? i announced I announced i'm the mouse i'm the mouse.
and why is a mouse when it spins?
and why is a mouse when it spins.