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season of pain

by rearview

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filled the spaces on the wall where your pictures used to be drove for hours in the dark to stop the pull of grief but i cant hide on that mountain side i still cried try to find a way to fill the time when we used to call and talk wanna hear your voice but know it’d make us both worse off so i won’t call the silence looms long and tall try to gauge from songs you’re streaming if your pain’s the same as mine are you haunted by our memories am i always on your mind in mine, you are you’re buried deep in my heart try to fight against the longing try not to come undone try to spend some time with friends to forget what we’ve become to no avail sadness, only wind in my sails watching you become a stranger before my eyes oh god, it’s so lonely to be alive and the waves of life we all ride heave with tumult never seen can’t seem to find our course and the stars have lost their gleam all darkest night where’s the point to our lives? everyday i wake in fear of this world, vast and strange all wisdom feels impossible and truth too far to attain so where am I? drifting lost in endless why I used to want to know all I can about the wonder life can hold But I see so much horror I cannot do it anymore just stay inside not enough good left to find try to fight against despair not to see and not to hear with every passion, every vice make my conscious disappear to no avail pain, only wind in my sails breathing in the air of horror and anguished skies oh god, it’s so painful to be alive
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it's 5am and the lights are on and there's too many people home i remember things i try to forget and forget things i'd like to know to be honest you're in both those camps i can't sort you any more because alongside pain and emptiness there's a joy in what we were so i'll try to sleep and dream and move toward a morning strong and bright but the chirping birds and traffic sounds reveal an endless night
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no poetry 00:49
and there's no poetry that can capture this there's no poetry that can capture the abyss yet i try yet i writhe with my guitar and my voice i have no other choice screaming into the void screaming into the sun this is all i can do in this world
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check my phone see what I get no news from you as i should expect while it’s no surprise it hurts nonetheless this wishful fantasy does no good i guess it’s just i miss you bad and my life’s a mess i just can’t seem to put us to rest no more LA sun warming up my chest i wish this had gone differently i guess this screen is a portal of pain beaming bad vibes straight into my brain but the time’s so empty and full of malaise and my brain just feels so foreign and full of dismay so i always log on another day check my phone see what I find modulations of death and doctored lies it’s a cruel world and it’s all my design we’re stuck in ourselves and info reminds reality blurs it moves undefined it shatters and folds contracts and unwinds down a rabbit hole of labyrinthine design i fall and i fall and careen out of time this screen is a portal of pain beaming bad vibes straight into my brain but the time’s so empty and full of malaise and my brain just feels so foreign and full of dismay so i always log on another day
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and i let my hair grow in the hopelessness of things and idealism flowed til it became a fragile stream that snaked on through my brain spread thin across my mind too many torrid days and now the flood has run dry and i am afraid there is nowhere to go and im defeated by woe, sweet woe and every moment slips away and every second slips away and every moment slips away every second slips away and so my hair grows
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why? 01:35
and every day that goes by every moment i find that there's no where to hide from the cold realities of life they burrow deep inside they constantly remind of the waves of time and of the endless why i go on but why go on? yet i go on? but why go on? so i go on
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up at 2pm again make a cup of coffee on the stove let its dull taste in to try to sweep the cobwebs from my soul it’s a waste for sure they’re more me than i am these days im a distant blur eroded in these winds of ambient pain so i write these songs to exorcise the dust that ive become but it all goes wrong i fear i may forever be undone silent, cold, and numb i move throughout my days like im not here i see i have become the ghost that i have sung about in fear but i cannot bring myself to say goodbye for good so ill just keep it at farewell for now i could never ever say goodbye for good so i guess its gotta be farewell for now farewell farewell farewell farewell to you, to me to hope for relief to ideals of peace ill never be free farewell

about

“season of pain” was born and developed in late 2020 amidst, well, a season of pain. said season really began early last winter, as the world began to slip from being the ““normal”” amount of terrible to being viscerally, immediately, and incessantly terrible. more than ever, we have been forced to contend with and feel our world in which every second is laced with horror, every moment rife with pain. the operations of death, violence, and oppression, which of course are always working in our world, have been so massive and brazen this past year. it is overwhelming, exhausting, hopeless, and near impossible to process on any level, and that’s even within the fairly lucky and privileged position i have been in amidst all this. if that is the season of pain as created by the external world, the fall brought the personal season of pain in the form of a dissolution of a long term relationship. under normal circumstances, a bad turn of events, but within nightmare world 2020, an Extremely bad one. if i was peering into the void from its edge before, the fall months essentially kicked me off into the abyssal free-fall from which this album was born.

the bottom line is that i have been having fucking terrible time these past months lmao, and i suppose that is what this album is ultimately about, in all the different ways something can be about that. its a bit of a breakup album, a bit of a political reaction to the horrors of this past year. mostly though, it’s just a collection of tired, intimate, broken, and sparse songs, made at one of the most tired and broken times of my life, an attempt try to pull myself out of the exhausted, world-weary hole that this past year of pain has shoved me down into. these tunes are rough, imprecise, mostly just guitar and vocals, and mostly just single-take recordings. a few (no poetry and why?) are older songs, but felt at home in the context of this project.

that being said, i am happy with how these turned out, despite (and maybe because of) their roughness. i think they capture my headspace and struggle during this time quite well and making them really helped to keep me going throughout all this. these are intensely personal songs, but i hope that the sentiments, frustrations, struggles, and pain within them might resonate with others amidst this mass season of pain we are all embroiled in. idk lol. stay safe, stay sane, and stay together. i love you all.

thank you to my friends, whose company has kept and keeps me moving throughout this nightmare. special thanks for ty for mixing advice and for lending a set of ears to some of these tunes throughout the recording/mixing process.

and as always, eternal thanks for listening!!!
please be kind to one another. please love one another.

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released February 20, 2021

all words and sounds written by eddie james

with exceptions of
“australia,” written by mike rheinheimer and attic abasement
“intro (season of pain),” which briefly interpolates the following songs:
headless horseman by the microphones
humans disguised as animals | nonkilling 1 by how to dress well
self control by frank ocean
i know the end by phoebe bridgers
escape from la by the weeknd
who goes there by bladee
lightning risked it all by songs: ohia
september come take this heart away by carissa’s wierd

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rearview Santa Barbara, California

hello friends! my name is eddie & i make experimental folk music under the name rearview. rearview is generally whatever music i feel like making and doesnt really have a genre restriction! thank u, bless.

some artists that directly inspire my music: the microphones/mt. eerie, swans, devendra banhart, chelsea wolfe, arca, ben frost, grouper, gy!be, dean blunt, father john misty, and talk talk
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