Dead Ringer

by VELTA

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released August 9, 2011

Produced by VELTA

Tracked and Mixed by Tomek Miernowski at Grand Street Recording, Brooklyn, New York

Mastered by Fred Kevorkian at Kevorkian Mastering, New York, New York

Album art by Hope Bowers

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Track Name: Dead Ringer
DEAD RINGER
Written by VELTA

It's gonna last longer than a week
It's gonna be harder than you have been thinking
It's gonna work for a little while
It's gonna be easier to keep on meeting
Yeah yeah yeah

What'll I do with you?
What'll I do with you?

Palms are drumming
Voices humming low
Forget you felt it
Let it go
I'm still waiting, eyes wide and gaping
Shut them tight
Feels almost right
Dead ringer
Dead ringer

What a shock when it stays with me
When it's not one of those feelings so fleeting
Burning out
Terrible relief
I'm searching harder now to find its meanings
Yeah yeah yeah

What'll I do with you?
What'll I do with you?

Palms are drumming
Voices humming low
Forget you felt it
Let it go
I'm still waiting, eyes wide and gaping
Shut them tight
Feels almost right
Dead ringer
Dead ringer
Track Name: Ribbons
RIBBONS
Written by VELTA

A ribbon's knot
I haven't untied it
Name it and I've tried it
Feels like I'm dying
Feels like I'm dying

Consolations won't ever reach me
Hit so hard beneath me
In such rapid fire

I'm weaving through the swarms
A soldier in my arms

I am better off planting flags near the mines
I am better off without blood in my eyes
A ribbon on my shooting side

Timing and measuring the spaces
Forty, fifty paces
Bury the weapons
Where no one can get them

Fill the tanks and ignite the starter
I will be your martyr
I'll be your martyr

Hiding in the tombs
Breathing in the fumes

I am better off planting flags near the mines
I am better off without blood in my eyes
A ribbon on my shooting side