A compilation of 20 songs recorded between 2011 and 2015, screen-printed by Ink Knife Press and designed in collaboration between Aaron J. Shay and Ink Knife Press.
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Goodnight, stranger,
The night is creaking beneath our feet
Goodnight, stranger,
The last dance has skipped a beat
You're lovely fire to dance beside
But now it's time to run and hide
Call your taxi,
Pay me no mind.
Goodnight, stranger,
The childish things have all been done
Goodnight, stranger,
Another year has fallen around the sun
The lovely things have all been spent
Now it's time to pay my rent
But I'm not ready,
And you're not willing.
If you really wanted me
You could really take me
You could really take me to the end
To the end of the world
Where there is a light.
And if you really wanted me
You could really take me.
Instead, good night.
Goodnight, city,
Take my stranger back to safety's den
Goodnight, city,
And where I sleep, don't dare to speak her name
When the flood decides to finally come,
Like when she spoke and stopped my tongue,
Don't try to wake me;
There's nothing to wake.
And if you really wanted me,
You could really take me
You could really take me to the end
To the end of the world
Where there is a light.
And if you really wanted me,
You could really take me,
You could really take me to the end
To the end of the void
To the end of the night
And if you really wanted me,
You could really take me.
You could really take me to the end,
To the end of the line,
And take my sight.
Anthonie's work is like a piece of literary fiction put to synthesized pop music. He is a storyteller in song quite unlike any other, spotlighting what might be otherwise considered normal lives. Aaron J. Shay