Ripostes
by GPSYMTH
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Digital Album
Immediate download of 11-track album in your choice of high-quality MP3, FLAC, or just about any other format you could possibly desire.Buy Now $6 USD or more
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Madagascan Sunset Moth in Glass Vial
A Madagascan Sunset Moth (Chrysiridia rhipheus) set in a glass vial. The moths are two to three inches in height and are all A or A- grade. The 1.25oz glass vials are one inch wide, three inches tall, and come with cork tops. Includes a free download of GPSYMTH's debut album, Ripostes, as well as two bonus remixes by Igloos and Motion CNTRL (one totally exclusive to this album).
Includes immediate download of 11-track album in your choice of high-quality MP3, FLAC, or just about any other format you could possibly desire. -
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Hamilton
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Easter Island
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From Blue to Black
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Dover
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Bethel
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The Cat On the Porch
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My Hunting Hat Burns
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Brewster
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Villa Giselle
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about
“Quinn’s talent and sounds are haunting. Ripostes seems to have had a ripple effect all over the globe through blogs and independent music websites... This album is a true work of art.” — In Your Speakers
With lush soundscapes and wistful melodies, GPSYMTH (gypsy-moth) represents a radical departure for 20-year-old Peter Quinn. A record of quiet exuberance, his recently remastered Ripostes iis a narrative of traveling, of dreams, and of the urgency to follow paths through the woods before they vanish into the dark.
Initially self-produced and self-released in early 2012, Ripostes quickly caught the attention of the online music community via word-of-mouth on late-night message boards. A few weeks following its release, Quinn wrote our label an unassuming note to introduce his record, and needless to say we fell head-over-heals in love with it. Working closely with Quinn, himself a production autodidact, Stars & Letters collaborated to produce a remixed, remastered, more vibrant version of Quinn's phenomenal debut record.
With lush soundscapes and wistful melodies, GPSYMTH (gypsy-moth) represents a radical departure for 20-year-old Peter Quinn. A record of quiet exuberance, his recently remastered Ripostes iis a narrative of traveling, of dreams, and of the urgency to follow paths through the woods before they vanish into the dark.
Initially self-produced and self-released in early 2012, Ripostes quickly caught the attention of the online music community via word-of-mouth on late-night message boards. A few weeks following its release, Quinn wrote our label an unassuming note to introduce his record, and needless to say we fell head-over-heals in love with it. Working closely with Quinn, himself a production autodidact, Stars & Letters collaborated to produce a remixed, remastered, more vibrant version of Quinn's phenomenal debut record.
credits
released 30 October 2012
All songs written and recorded by Peter Thomas Quinn (aka GPSYMTH). Mixing by Peter Thomas Quinn and Mark V. Roberts. Mastering by Mark V. Roberts.
All songs written and recorded by Peter Thomas Quinn (aka GPSYMTH). Mixing by Peter Thomas Quinn and Mark V. Roberts. Mastering by Mark V. Roberts.
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Stars & Letters is a boutique record label, made by hand. Located in Brooklyn's Greenpoint neighborhood, we release awesome and innovative music by emerging artists from all around the world. Our goal is to create an environment where everyone feels like they are not only part of an exciting start-up label, but also part of a family of collaborators and friends. ... more
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- Track Name: Hamilton
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I am a tree
Among many others
Sitting under canopies of limbs
We watch the elders
We watch the elders
I am a tree
Among many others
Overnight they wither
The end comes years later
When a child sits on a spiral grave
I wish upon fixed eyes so I can see the dirt
And only the dirt, in which my feet we buried
And only the dirt, in which my kin we merry.
The saw is close
But it has been for years
The pain doesn't scare me
Instead the wait does - Track Name: Easter Island
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There is debris on the wall
And most certainly in the sky
But we cannot
Keep the lids closed
On the young
So it is best to sleep
Through the night
And the storm
When we wake
In the morning
To find the bare roots
Torn from the grass
Still bedewed
From the translucent grains
That will soak
Into the ground - Track Name: From Blue to Black
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A melting sheet of mercury
From blue to grey
We watch, we watch
The sun and I
Where could they be
Wings and bread
A clear bed of air
We watch
From blue to black
We admire, we admire
The sea and I
Oh, my crew is dead
Their heavy souls
On a descent
To the cold
In the deep of the sea
Who will claim my body
I wonder,
The air or the sea - Track Name: Dover
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They have taken me
Stripped my passion
To the woods I go
To my northern solace - Track Name: The Cat On the Porch
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The soothsayer said
That I would be dead
By twenty
And all of my friends would be gone
As well as my family
We parted by autumn
Beside a milky horizon
My eyes, my eyes looking down
On a peach, white sun
It's a beautiful dusk
It's full of lively time - Track Name: My Hunting Hat Burns
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Fire, fire, this fire
My dirty jacket
Flushing all else out
Every life, every strife
Can you hear the notes
Being sung from the pavement
Glowing down below,
Just beneath me
Frames torn by grand flames
Silk ashes rising to beclouded safety
Can you hear the notes
Being sung from the pavement
And in an instant
Thereʼs calm and cool
Breezes breathing
Morning on my skin - Track Name: Brewster
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There’s a bulb just ahead
Beyond the road climbs so high
As cool as dark, an asphalt mountain
We need to cross
We need to cross
Machines, they taunt
And dance in the sky
Knuckles embraced, the wind keeps creeping
Seeping through the moist skin
By now, we’re one
My cold bones and your silky palms
Machines, they taunt
And dance in the sky - Track Name: Villa Giselle
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So Iʼll tell them
Be back briefly
Drowned in dreams,
My fingers wrapped tightly
Around each grip
To the mountains
And beyond,
Iʼll ride my ship.
Kissing coral clouds
Up on the peaks
Seeing sights above men
that no man should see.
There is no telling
How long I
Will be in the mountains
I have no ties to be cut
No creations to be burned
Iʼve accepted my past
And the waste that Iʼve heard
I have no ties to be cut
No creations to be burned
Iʼve accepted my life
Separation is what I yearn
