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Michael: "When my mom died, I was in London. I got the news in the middle of the night. I was alone. I called Summer, eight hours behind in San Francisco. When I told her, she burst into tears. And then told me to get on Skype. “I want to see you drink an entire glass of water”, she said. “And lie down. And try to sleep. I’ll be right here at my computer watching you. I will watch you while you sleep.” She watched over me like an angel, a cyber angel, and when I woke she was there getting me on a plane to New York and then on to Michigan. Then Summer flew herself to Detroit and waited in the airport all night to meet my plane. And was at my side every day for a week while I buried my mother. Who does that? Serafin love. Irrepressible, irreplaceable girl.

The cricket sounding thing at the end of this song was something Summer & I heard while we were staying at my mom's that week. It was so loud we went outside to see what the hell was going on. We stood there in the dark, warm May night, listening. A neighbor ventured out across the street and seeing us said, simply "tree frogs". I recorded a snippet on my iPhone..."

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Bury me underground
Where I can't hear a sound
I'll just slip away
Like every yesterday
If I could take your place
The end you had to make
I'd gladly make it mine
Bring you back to find
All on our own
Only alone
For anybody else
And even for yourself
There's no one here to see
Still means the world to me
All on our own
Only alone
Send your dark clouds for me
What mighta coulda been
Can now never be
No need to defend
We all are in the end
Send your dark clouds unto me
I guess you probably know
Would even tell me so
There isn't any doubt
I'm never finding out
All on our own
Only alone
Send your dark clouds for me
What mighta coulda been
Can now never be
No need to defend
We all are in the end
Send your dark clouds unto me
So anyway I guess
It's only for the best
We'll have to leave it there
Still clawing at the air
All on our own
Only alone

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from Of Love and Loss, released October 26, 2012
Michael Serafin-Wells: guitars, bass, vocals

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"Holy sonic icons. There is hauntology. Hauntology right in the center of their work."-Max Reinhardt (BBC 3/Soho Radio)

"Magical & majestic." -Indiemusic (France).

"Great, beautiful drifty-pop filled with sadness & wonder" -Irene Trudel (WFMU)

"Mysterious. Otherworldly.” - Carson Street, KFJC

NYC-based experimental dreampop trio of Summer Serafin, Michael Serafin-Wells & Sylvia Solanas. ... more

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