1. |
Blurs to Red
05:56
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He said, you're half the man you were before
Well that was by design
I picked at every corner of my mind
And I left it all behind
He said there is truth and there are lies
They fit inside my hand
I know everything between my palms
Light enough to stand
For me, I guess my hands are far too small
To grasp at something huge
My legs far too weak to lift the weight
To hold on to the truth
For me, I suppose my arms are much too feeble
To crush it into words
My tongue much too stiff
To twist around the curves
We dance around the fire again
Supposing what it says
We say, I've captured it inside my mind
The image blurs to red
Blurs to red
She said, bring it to me in a jar darling
Catch tomorrow now
Why it may flutter all about
But it doesn't make much sound
She said, bring it to me on a platter darling
Cut off just the head
So I can say I know it well
Every feature read
We dance around the fire again
Supposing what it says
We say, I've captured it inside my mind
The image blurs to red
We dance around the fire again
Supposing what it says
We say, I've captured it inside my mind
The image blurs to red
Blurs to red
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2. |
Uriah
04:29
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I've never done
Anything half as bad as David did
Half the weight of David's sin
I never wrote
Altogether half the poems that he sang
Written half his worshipped pains
I've never known
Anything half as surely as he knew
Seen through to that edge of truth
I saw her there
I thought, send Uriah to the front
Cut my hair and tie me up
My body
Is weak enough to need you
Pluck out my eyes
I'm sorry
Pick me out beneath you
Held by the spine
Give me that power
Maybe half of what he had that day
Put my spirit on display
And from that tower
I promise I will fail your cause
Fall into the serpent's jaws
I've never known
Anything half as surely as he knew
Seen through to that edge of truth
I saw her there
I thought, send Uriah to the front
Cut my hair and tie me up
My body
Is weak enough to need you
Pluck out my eyes
I'm sorry
Pick me out beneath you
Held by the spine
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3. |
Cathy
03:23
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Clean the cellar, block the draft
Dip the kerosene, clean the chimney shaft
Oil the hinges, oil the lock
Sweep the kitchen, grab the mop
Brave the smell and listen close
Knit an afghan, mend your clothes
Turn the payments, turn the chair
Keep the kerosene, in your care
And have you noticed how pretty she grows
Why, she's almost beautiful
Maybe the key was melted
Maybe she was crying
Grab the apron, grab the jar
Grab the tools, reach the yard
Catch a pullet, free her head
Burn the apron, wipe the red
Step lightly, step outside
Notice flowers, spring's arrived
Fresh and pretty draw an eye
Through the city, shyly smile
And have you noticed how pretty she grows
Why, she's almost beautiful
Maybe the key was melted
Maybe she was crying
And have you noticed how pretty she grows
Why, she's almost beautiful
Maybe the key was melted
Maybe she was crying
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4. |
The Weight of My Head
05:40
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That was the first time I felt the weight of my own head
Pressed down against my fist
I wondered how it hadn't fallen off my neck
I let my body fall and shift
That was the moment I felt the weight of my spine
Laying next to you
I marvelled that I'd never been crushed under myself before
And then I thought about if that was true
That was the first time I felt the weight of my own arms
Limb atop of limb
My elbow pressed into my elbow pressed into the bed
I turn the thought again
I was grasping at the image of my tongue
And mapped a mental course
I lost my body's hold on my neck and knees and joints
It's always heavier to carry a corpse
Wait, wait too long
Scan the room
Find your wrongs
Find your feet
Find your eyes
Look for me
Try to rise
Try to sing
Try to fail
Find your feet
Leave a trail
Leave your arms
Leave your spine
Leave your head
Leave your mind
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5. |
Naomi's Interlude
02:42
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6. |
Light Pollution, Pt. 1
05:26
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Hold it fast along the tear
Looking down and unaware
Grab tight at the edge
Look out past the ledge
Hold it fast along the tear
Holding fast along the air
Grab tight at the edge
Look out past the ledge
Float
Float and fall in the sky
Float
Float over streetlamps and tides
Reach
Reach your hand out of that ever-temporary rift
Let your body start to lift
Cry
Let all your tear drops escape into that nothingness
Watch them as they start to drift
Hold it fast along the tear
Looking down and unaware
Grab tight at the edge
Look out past the ledge
Reach
Reach your hand out of that ever-temporary rift
Let your body start to lift
Cry
Let all your tear drops escape into that nothingness
Watch them as they start to drift
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7. |
Light Pollution, Pt. 2
04:18
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The water giant
Grows evermore
Until it can't reach the surface from the core
The waves are breathing
The empty space
Some escape and drift to planets far away
Stand upon the ledge
See the rift above
Held fast at the edges
By street lamps and kitchen bulbs
All the light pollution
Grabs at the atmosphere
And pulls it apart wide enough
To shatter the frontier
The earth will hold
The memory
Records of the rivers and the sea
And winter's reach
It brings it close
Gripping to the rain and sleet and snow
Let it speak
Give it time
Pulling at it slow and gentle by the spine
Looking down
I will wait
'Till the dust takes to a convincing shape
Stand upon the ledge
See the rift above
Held fast at the edges
By street lamps and kitchen bulbs
All the light pollution
Grabs at the atmosphere
And pulls it apart wide enough
To shatter the frontier
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And I was still living by faith when I died
I had not received the things that I was promised
I only saw them and welcomed them from a distance
Admitting that I was a foreigner and a stranger on earth
And I was looking for a country of my own
Goodbye to the Cold Lake Car Wash and Liquor Store
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9. |
Midgard Avenue
03:51
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Streetlamps line the road
And droop down with a heavy load
They stare down at my head
And from 3 meters high they swallow up the stars and sky
They turn the night into a set
I know that there is nothing past those houses
Nothing past those roads
Nothing past the dark, I pretend I am alone
Nothing past those trees
The streetlights make a roof
I pace back and forth
Recreate the truth
Streetlamps line the road
And droop down with a heavy load
They stare down at my head
And from 3 meters high they swallow up the stars and sky
They turn the night into a set
I know that there is nothing beyond those houses
Nothing past those roads
Nothing past the dark, I pretend I am alone
Nothing past those trees
The street lamps make a roof
I pace back and forth
Recreate the truth
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Bad Luck Pearl Victoria, British Columbia
Canadian chamber-rock project, led by Maxwell Sorensen.
Victoria + Calgary.
Album out July 7th!
Instagram/X: @badluckpearl
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Major inspiration and my good friends. A big reason why my record exists at all.
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