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The Sky Doesn't End at the Top of the Page

by Olivia Nowadays

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you sit motionless in the dark and you sweat and you sweat and you sweat you did everything right from the start but still you sweat and you sweat and you sweat this is what you've worked for this is what you've worked for you pushed everything else to the side you're all in you're all in you're all in (this is what you've worked for) scare yourself every day and night you're all in you're all in you're all in this is what you've worked for this is what you've worked for wealth is leisure and leisure is wealth wealth is leisure and leisure is wealth
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passerby passer a forgotten stove charred to bone we'll contend the fault was in the start fenced off divisions in the yard lost dogs of a pregnant world rough-housing glasses break glass
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when you lost the plots to the plays every character forgot their name scenery was used to fill the space the plot holes left when you ran away your outlines they sublime our shared years disappear every seven years (seven years) we'll congregate to lend our ears to the potentate (without your company) they'll declare a date (declare a date) to decorate our homes with holly for the holiday (without your company) your outlines they sublime our shared years disappear your outlines your outlines your outlines
4.
pressing a flower beneath the covers before I rip them apart offer all condolences again it's a sorry state you’ll find me in the heat of your body's the heat of the earth regardless of the depth my brain is full of liquid I have steeped in myths that keep me walking half asleep
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i don't want to be your friend i don't want to be my friend i don't want to be someone i'm not when we're surrounded we'll smoke our last cigarette half in the rain yeah half in the rain when we surrender we'll smoke our last cigarette half in the rain yeah half in the rain hole in the wind knows i love my last cigarette hole in the wind hole in the wind we'll smoke our last cigarette half in the rain we'll smoke our last cigarette half in the rain lacing up my corset hanging up my portrait let it go, don't force it turn your back on origins familiar to foreign heat between my toes and shower in the morning you look out of focus daffodils and roses feeling every moment place between my knowing house is feeling roomy feeling like psychosis i've been put on notice how am i to know this? nice of you to notice violence on my doorstep evening gown with roses icebergs on the surface i can hear you going look at us, we're snowed in turning to an orange
6.
hey old friend let's compare our symmetry morningless sharing new philosophy heavy bags under your eyes since the seventh grade now you've tasted every budget wine and you, you haven't done everything and you, you haven't done anything litter makes for effective advertising the truest poets never sign their work you're aging out of culture don't forget your canvas bags and you, you haven't found everything and you, you haven't found anything you call them souvenirs a life you say well-lived but you’re buried underneath ooo you dream of something to prove and to remember anything you've received highly special training you can make a weapon from an empty can you've amassed a nice collection of eyelashes and fingernails and you you don't believe everything and you you don't believe anything you call them souvenirs a life you say well lived but you’re buried underneath
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Friday 1214 04:38
hello let's forget about today follow me into the rain we'll need forty years to say "damn well that was weird" i'm thinking this might be the place to sign the line and not erase all the life we've put in place all the work we've done waiting for the next someone waiting for the next someone waiting for the next someone waiting for the next one i'm thinking this might be the place to settle down and start the race to our own personal hell our personal hell heaven looks the same from far away fata morgana we create before it evaporates into another treasure
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who's the author of the lines around your eyes? did they win a pulitzer prize? or die unknown? avid readers will note the subtleties, the flow, and mysteries written in ruts of your skin (of your skin) who wrote the lines who wrote the lines around your eyes? who wrote the lines who wrote the lines around your eyes? future scientists will find your bones and read an osteobiography recorded in density every clue they'll correlate how you slept, what you ate every injury inflicted on your frame who wrote the lines who wrote the lines around your eyes? who wrote the lines who wrote the lines around your eyes? you will resurrect in a documentary (with you) holding hands with lucy with computer model imagery and in their efforts to get you canonized they'll recreate your guise but miss the subtle form and grace - the gentle patchwork lines around your eyes who wrote the lines who wrote the lines around your eyes? who wrote the lines who wrote the lines around your eyes? hard to decide how much to attribute to time hard to decide how much to attribute to time
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It's Okay 03:39
you’ve worn this face for quite some time it’s suspect the way it smiles never really knew what was on your mind yet lately i can’t help but try cause you keep repeating “it’s okay” it's okay is it alright to feel this safe with someone you'll never know i wish my past was a room i’d be there instead of here with you while you keep repeating “it’s okay” when it ends you’ll still say “it’s okay” at the end they always say “it’s okay” won't you keep repeating “it’s okay”? waited all day to hear you say “it’s okay” won't you say to me “it’s okay”? can't you say it to me “it’s okay”? if you decide not to stay ...
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First Trauma 04:43
none the wiser you were too young to tire none the wiser to what grainy photographs conceal quiet nights, save for fights note to never end up like this just look the other way and say "i came out all right" do pretty views make you come unglued? or do they hang like paintings above a motel headboard– mass produced and made to be ignored try to mix it up find yourself right back in the place you left making choices makes you but all roads still lead to the same end do pretty views make you come unglued? or do they hang like paintings above a motel headboard– mass produced and made to be ignored try to mix it up find yourself right back in the place you left
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about

“The Sky Doesn’t End at the Top of the Page” is a euphoric, genre-hopping exploration of the way our mental models of the world develop—or cease to develop—as we age.

The album’s title recalls a childhood epiphany—the kind that so firmly demarcates iterations of our understanding of the world that we retain a memory of it long into adulthood. As a child learns to draw, their depiction of the sky begins with scribbles. Yet, as we age, we realize how crude a representation that is: our skies accordingly grow in fidelity, first to include solid blocks of color, then gradients of multiple shades. Our mental models of wants and needs, fact and fiction, and meaning undergo the same incremental progression and occasional plateau. Ultimately, no matter how good the model is, it’s just an estimation. Only through life experience, occasional exploration, and repeated failure can we develop an understanding of ourselves, our relationships, and the world around us.

TSDEATTOTP is Olivia at our most maximalist, merging sparkling instrumentation, candid field recordings, and frequent experimentation into sonically dense songs that evoke a sense of melancholy and wonder. The soaring shoegaze track “Be Right Back” recalls the abrupt loss of a loved one, opening with a poignant field recording of Merlin the lonely parrot muttering to himself in a room. A swirl of uncanny voices coaxed from a glitchy machine learning model features on “New Philosophy”, which paints a wry art-pop portrait of a listless urbanite inspecting a past iteration of himself. The hazy, stuttery slowcore of “First Trauma” reflects on generational wounds and anhedonia, bearing a message from the past to a grown child: “making choices makes you.” Woven through each of the album’s eleven songs is a distinct sense of someone approaching the border of their understanding, in hesitation of what they may find on the other side.

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the sky doesn't end at the top of the page
it fills the space between
the stars and the peaks
the trees and their shade
each a speck of calculated composition

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released December 1, 2023

Written, recorded, and mixed by Kent Carson and Evan King.
Art by Kent Carson and Evan King.
Mastered by Nicholas Bolton at Bolton Sound, Jersey City, NJ.

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