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by TORLEY 🍉🎹

FROM THE ORIGINAL: then i woke up far away in a house i owned with barely any clothes on and a tousled head beside me i was filthy as a mad woman, guilty as a bad person oh, the night was young and free and i cried when i began to see i woke up in a fantasy i ran barefoot down the halls of a farm house in vermont or was it portland? i have never been before (or so i thought) i knew exactly where to find what little peace i had in mind who’d’ve thought my wandering eye would carry me over so much land and sea and wake me in a fantasy and there your hands go where they know they shouldn’t be caught in a cookie jar your fists aren’t threatening in the dark I roll to you pour my heart into the room no one hears me, no one oh pity me what a wretched thing to be woken from a fantasy


released January 1, 2010




TORLEY 🍉🎹 Seattle, Washington

I make sonic science fiction: short sound stories with massive melodies and vibrant arrangements. I’ve discovered them from alternate realities, in an ongoing research project to expand the edges of expressive electronic music.

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