Great Equator by zammuto

published on 2014-04-10T15:18:24Z

Artist: Zammuto Title: Great Equator Album: Anchor Official Video: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=O4hbMkcatAY Release Date: September 2, 2014 iTunes Here: http://smarturl.it/Anchor-iTunes ©2014 Temporary Residence Ltd. / Spirit Level Special Edition Colored Vinyl with Hand Silk-Screened Cover available at: http://zammutosound.com/physical-store The opening 'Scratch' rhythm in this track was created using our technique of scratching patterns into the locked groove of vinyl records (watch the video here): http://vimeo.com/72615472 Tour Dates (so far): 8/28 New Haven, CT The Outer Space 8/29 Burlington, VT Signal Kitchen 8/30 Portland, ME SPACE Gallery 9/6 Montreal, QC Casa Del Popolo 9/7 Toronto, ON The Garrison 9/9 Chicago, IL Schubas 9/10 Minneapolis, MN Triple Rock 9/11 Omaha, NE Waiting Room 9/12 Denver, CO Lost Lake 9/13 Salt Lake City, UT Kilby Court 9/15 Seattle, WA Barboza 9/16 Vancouver, BC Media Club 9/17 Portland, OR Doug Fir Lounge 9/19 Santa Cruz, CA Crepe Place 9/20 San Francisco, CA Brick & Mortar 9/21 Los Angeles, CA The Satellite 9/23 San Diego, CA Casbah 9/24 Phoenix, AZ Last Exit 9/25 Tucson, AZ Flycatcher 9/27 Austin, TX Holy Mountain 9/28 Dallas, TX Index Fest 10/26/14 Sun New York NY LPR 10/27/14 Mon Philadelphia PA Boot & Saddle 10/28/14 Tue Washington DC DC9 10/29/14 Wed Durham NC Pinhook 10/30/14 Thu Atlanta GA Drunken Unicorn 11/01/14 Sat Asheville NC The Mothlight 11/02/14 Sun Nashville TN High Watt 11/03/14 Mon Louisville KY Zanzabar 11/04/14 Tue Cincinnati OH Southgate House (Revival) 11/05/14 Wed Columbus OH The Basement 11/06/14 Thu Buffalo NY Sugar City 11/07/14 Fri Boston MA Great Scott Lyrics: Oh, my love It's been more than fun, We've been around the sun, The moves we made were radical, Gravity is only a theory, In need of revisions, And we'll keep on rising to better see, Where we're from, Why have become, So afraid of change, Why can't deserts handle rain. Slower now, We go around the sun, Now life's a kind of condensation, A certain type of rust, Bad vibrations shake the coins across the table, Oh, here it comes, I try to hold the reins, with these folded paper hands, and plan on shifting sands. Oh, Great Equator, City of sound, All we have in a single frame, For the first time, Oh, my loves, I wish you could see, What I've seen, Or should I spend my days, In empty pyramids, And do what the echo-chamber says.