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Y​ø​r

by YØR

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1.
Circles 01:20
I lived long enough, seen too much, I’ve read to many books to believe what I am told. pages and pages, days and nights, summers and winters, and everything repeats. I’ve died more than you’ve ever lived, walked a thousand miles and climbed a hundred mountains. over and over again and again. only to find you at its feet. page by page, a last day and final night and everything repeats.
2.
Your numbers count for nothing, when you leave us burning in our beds. we fight with the most precious resource, our lives. as long as our cries go unanswered the stones you throw, make no difference. our bodies black and blue. hollow and cold. the stones you throw just bury us deeper.
3.
Nothing 02:12
The Nothing caught us in our sleep. all others left but this is our home. this is our home. don’t wander further the nothing spreads. you won’t feel it, there is just something missing. once it gets to you more and more goes away. until only the Nothing is left, all other left, but this is our home, this is our home, yet nothing remains.
4.
Words become just sounds, the meanings I can no longer decipher. my body is liquid. the limbs are soft. my bones are porous, I am lost in its cracks. the skin is pale, the eyes are empty, motionless. my legs are numb. the feet will carry me no further, I am not here, I won’t go, anywhere.
5.
Dislocation 02:14
I don’t know how to be happy, I don’t know how to be angry, I don’t know how to be vulnerable, I don’t know who I am, I have no place, in my home, I have no place, in this world, dislocated – disengaged – dislocated, I count the hours, count the lives (lost), I draw from puddles in the night. But now I know, with you it all becomes a beautiful mess, it all becomes a beautiful mess. happy. angry. vulnerable. I don’t know who you are. I don’t know who you are, but you are in my veins you fuck!
6.
Uyulála 00:59
Nothing can happen more than once, but all things must happen one day, one day. (over) hill and dale, (over) wood and stream, my dying voice will fade away. like we all will one day. My dying voice will fade away. Burn and pay, we all will one day.
7.
Cor 01:40
Round and round from the tip of my tongue. down and down, these are heavy lungs,. miles and miles I run, my old machine boils the blood. another round I run. alone I lie, the taste of time on my tongue. down and down pumps the iron lung. round and round I run, from the taste of time I run. round and round I run. round and round from the tip of my tongue- I run.
8.
Clandestine 02:01
I deal in lies people tell and the truth they don’t. I deal in secrets, dig them up and bury them deep. I bring the light and keep the darkness. I keep you warm and bear your greatest misery. with things to hide you never have much to say. you mend and end me. say my name, let the truth have its day.

about

This is a DIY release. The recording, design, embossing, printing and
packaging was done by the band.

Thanks and greetings to our friends and chosen families in the DIY community, especially to Maximilian Probst who keeps on capturing us on film.

You can buy the physical release on www.yorcollective.org.

Our first, self-titled tape with a play time of 13:12 minutes, featuring 8 tracks. One sided golden tape, individually spray painted. Limited to 50 pcs with black slipcase.

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released July 1, 2021

Written & Recorded by YØR.
Mixed & Mastered by Sunsetter Studio.

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YØR Hamburg, Germany

2020 - 2023

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