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Good Company
03:27
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About the 27 Club.
This isn't my apartment but I'm here anyway
I didn't ask to be here
But I came for you
Did you want me to?
It's a long time 'til I get to leave but I'll be in good company
You're just like I remember you
With all you do
All you put me through
I've given things I never thought I had
I think I'm feeling sick now
Think I'd better lie down
Don't catch me now, I'm falling once again
Think I'll keep my head down
Think I'm gonna cry now
And asking for forgiveness has its time and place, you know
So I'll get used to waiting
While you catch the show
While you come and go
I've given things I never thought I had
I think I'm feeling sick now
Think I'd better lie down
Don't catch me now, I'm falling once again
Think I'll keep my head down
Think I'm gonna cry now
It's okay
I'll be in good company
I've given things I never thought I had
I think I'm feeling sick now
Think I'd better lie down
Don't catch me now, I'm falling once again
Think I'll keep my head down
Think I'm gonna cry now
It's okay
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2. |
Dahlia
28:33
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You're allowed to skip this one.
This was originally going to be about Elizabeth Short, but somewhere along the way it became about ritual sacrifice.
No lyrics per se, but there are excerpts from "The Bacchae," "The Oresteia," and "Antigone," in that order.
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Themes of Isolation
03:11
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"No twilight in the courts..." is a reference to my second favorite poem, "The Rime of the Ancient Mariner."
The title of this one comes from a David Bowie interview.
So quick to forget; in all honesty
I don't see where we fit in
It's all so old
In reference to such better things
The car comes rolling in
Single file, we shuffle in
With so little to lose
When you're finally free
So little to tie you down
But you lose it anyway
With whoever's alone
At the end of the day
So little beneath the ground
But you dig down anyway
No one left to drive the hearse
Salvation is so plain
Not quick enough do these memories decay
Nothing in these basement walls
All lies remain the same
No twilight in the courts of yesterday
With so little to lose
When you're finally free
So little to tie you down
But you lose it anyway
With whoever's alone
At the end of the day
So little beneath the ground
But you dig down anyway
These themes of isolation don't bother me anymore
With so little to lose
When you're finally free
So little to tie you down
But you lose it anyway
With whoever's alone
At the end of the day
So little beneath the ground
But you dig down anyway
You dig down anyway
These themes of isolation don't bother me anymore
credits
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The only original on this album not from 2017.
"Bloodline" was written in July 2016 while I was wardrobe supervising on a play ("Who Mourns for Bob the Goon? at HERE Arts Centre) and was based loosely on an episode of Criminal Minds. It first appeared on The Snow Lady.
This version is entirely rerecorded.
Seven hours ago
I could sleep at home
And I slept alone
How could they have known?
She took me from my room
And said we'd be home soon
The night is torn by fire
And in the wake am I
Enter family
A new life just for me
(I'll keep it well)
And I'm so relieved
My son takes after me
(Don't break the spell)
My new child, she's so brave
The way she misbehaves
But she'll turn out okay
I was scared like you
I cried nightly, too
I was just like you
Days go by so fast
And I don't have a past
(I never did)
My daughter plays along
And I did nothing wrong
We get by
My new child she's so brave
The way she misbehaves
But she'll turn out okay
I was just like you
I cried nightly, too
I was just like you
We get by
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6. |
Sound and Fury
04:02
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I just really love Macbeth.
This contains the second Samuel Taylor Coleridge reference of the record (which wasn't on purpose. I just love him, too).
The needles hide what's inside of her
She won't listen
No twilight in the courts of the sky
These hands glisten
She burns herself down in effigy
She's a hoarder
She won't dare see the light when we
Break the order
No veins of mud and no eyes a-dew
You're an artist
No heavens se to cry hold, hold
You're the world
These visions, they grow stronger when you're near
These visions, they grow stronger with your fear
Her one eye rolls back in her head
She is moving
The needles hide what's inside of her
It's so soothing
These visions, they grow stronger when you're not near
These visions, they grow stronger with your fear
Waiting 'til it's time to disappear
Waiting for these visions to become clear
Away, away, banished mind
Away, away, devil's child
So dark and death-denied
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Ophelia's Song
03:08
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Based off a book I read back in November: The Gracekeepers, by Kirsty Logan.
Mother, make me cold of heart
For wander I to green
All things so unholy appear
To see what I have seen
She moves as one untouched by pain
And I her damage feel
As any girl so struck must do
All embers I'll conceal
Mother, leave me ghosts to find
Leave me bread and air
Help me answer to my words
Help me not to care
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8. |
Guenivere
03:41
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The lyrics to this song were originally in Polari.
No one's hurt by little lies
It all goes quiet
And something's out to get me
No one thinks to compromise
The engines stop
When things start to get easy
Play the victim, play the fool
You beautiful mistake
Bitch and whine and fuck it up
You've swallowed so much more than you can take
No one thinks to satirise
Don't think about they ways they can convince you
Don't think about they ways they could have been you
Play the victim, play the fool
You beautiful mistake
Bitch and whine and fuck it up
Why can't you be sure?
You're out of luck and out of style
You bend before you break
You know they're watching you tonight
They know every move you're going to make
Play the victim, play the fool
You beautiful mistake
Bitch and whine and fuck it up
You've swallowed so much more than you can take
Play the victim, play the fool
You beautiful mistake
Bitch and whine and fuck it up
Why can't you be sure?
You're out of luck and out of style
You bend before you break
You know they're watching you tonight
They know every move you're going to make
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10. |
The Marrow and the Soil
08:37
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This is, without exception, the best song I've ever written.
I am Death
You bright-eyed creature
I am the marrow and the soil
And no thing knows me
You holy soul
So free from shame
I am Death
The softest thing
Don't let go
Of breaking morning
Oh sunset-bound
And fragile mind
Every toll
Is paid in memory
Every path
Leads to green
River, take me home
I'm done with all this earth
And what's beneath it
Child, left alone
What life is bound to you
Go to the cold
There is no past
That's worth protecting
Blind your eyes
You bravest being
When all is grey
And bitter cold
No truth will surface
But what you're told
River, take me home
I'm done with all this earth
And what's beneath it
Child, left alone
What life is bound to you
Go to the cold
River, take me home
I'm done with all this earth
And what's beneath it
Child, left alone
What life is bound to you
Go to the cold
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11. |
Dahlia Reprise (Machine)
01:38
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Thanks.
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