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by Elle

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crazylizard Trying to save a friend. Whether by his choice or his parents I can't. Maybe I'm the monster he's avoiding. Ariel I don't know what to tell you. He loves listening to this type of music and was a huge fan of Beau Navire. I'm lending a hand out not sure if it's to late. love that you guys put your hearts out. Favorite track: Pulse.
The Clearing 02:04
Shot from the sky and torn between thumb and forefinger. Astral light. The smell of fire and bright prisms in your stare. If we're quiet enough, we can hear the drinking of the river. Feel the heat from our bodies. Still as the trees. The fabric that holds me together. No matter how fragile our minds can be. The clearing, the purge, the place where you said follow. Framed tightly, we were folded into each other.
Mockingbirds 02:30
Clever is what you're looking for? I'll do my best to sit still, if you promise to listen... really. Mockingbirds sing away, sweet lines for a rainy day. Cheekbones, handsome eyes, keep me in mind. Quiet laugh, heartfelt, that's all that I need. Big enough for two, this island floating on a sea of endless glass. Mockingbirds sing away, sweet lines for a rainy day. Cheekbones, handsome eyes, keep me in mind. Quiet laugh, heartfelt, that's all that I need. We'll take this island with us to the end, never really isolated but do we need that? Run downhill hand in hand, feel the rush. The weight of gravity downward and the spiral of it all.
Pulse 02:10
The pulse is so piercing, it's all we can see and feel. Taking away the dynamics means flat. Stagnant. Dull. Turn up the volume, bleed a little, fall flat on your fucking face. It's these experiences that make us. That break us. It's our souls that need healing. Help from others. Consideration for each other and a mind full of compassion. Friendship, community and the willingness to let it all go. Check your ego at the door and lay yourself on the line for others. Fingertip to Fingertip. Breath to breath. Embrace with our backs to the wind and hear its howl. Friend here in my arms, you're always welcome, to laugh, to cry, to die.
In an instant, hotter than the suns we see in the night sky. Eyes alight like candles but it's hard to see in the dark. The spread of light doesn't carry the warmth. A notion of comfort, annotated, abridged, afar. Wave long to the parts and parcels. The hair in her wind that whipped off the coast. It's all still here. Everyday, we watch the sun rise and burn the ocean bare.
Cold Hands 05:01
Fate have its way. I saw this future. Vague with a splash of sarcasm. I'll close my eyes so they don't play tricks on my ears. Distant conversations, too many to hold, too many to read. Interpret what? The mind and all of its fallacies? Keep quiet and let them turn you. Cold hands, so calculated. The warmth left long ago. A landscape devoid of life. Pale. Premeditated. Fata Morgana. Complex. Distorted. Closer than before but farther than you ever knew.


Elle is a band from California's Bay Area that harnesses both chaos and calm. Formed in 2015, the band has set out to craft a sound that can hang a range of emotions on catchy hooks while splitting time between the blistering and the beautiful. Featuring members of Beau Navire, Loma Prieta and Yearbooks, the track record and tradition of assembling sounds that swell and crash like waves is ever-present.



released November 18, 2016

Recorded, mixed, mastered by Jack Shirley at Atomic Garden, East Palo Alto, CA. February-May, 2016.
Elle: Trei, Kris, Brian, Sean


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