1. |
Appalachian Steam
06:23
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I found him in Centralia
He was smoldering
as men will do
In the dregs of Pennsylvania –
Ain’t no wonder your woman left you.
We transversed
your seminal roots
We watch the streams of steam
And as cats gazed through
the ashen windows,
You said, “Darling,
there ain’t no future.”
I have the head
of a Banshee
and the Body
of a Bride.
Don’t you come near me.
I will eat you alive.
You hightailed into the street,
and then I lost you
I will chase you
until you catch me
I was over the moon
I spoke too soon.
Oh goodbye little one,
Goodbye.
Goodbye.
He found me in Centralia
I was bolder
then I knew.
And I said, “Hey!
We’re going to stage hell.
Oh Babe, we’re going to stage hell!”
I have the head
of a Banshee
and the Body
of a Bride.
Don’t you come near me.
I will eat you alive.
I will eat you alive.
I will eat you…
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2. |
Burrow
04:56
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He said:
“Oh,
I was broken
when I came to you,
and I
could not be then man
I wanted to be for you.
I got roots, hell,
I got roots –
They wrap around
the center of the earth.”
He said:
“I am an animal,
A wolf
A bear
A flea
And dammit woman,
Don’t you dare put that trap in in front me!
And this is my watering hole,
My home.
Without it,
I will wither and die.
“But I got you,
I got you.
Oh, my love is careless
now I’m home.”
And I said:
I am a species,
A scent
A role
A memory
And I am going at this
all on my own.
And I don’t know
if I’ve ever had a place to call my home.
I will lay with you now,
but shortly I must go.
“But I got you,
I got you.
Come into my burrow
and be warm.
I got you,
I got you.”
I fear you’ll become careless
as the days unfold
as the days unfold
as my mind unfolds
as we’re folding and unfolding.
But then I got warm.
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3. |
Hocket
05:10
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Oh, you big ol' thing
My stars
Your scars
And would she have wanted
This for you?
And what about the bairn
In your arms?
And now,
My solitude
In this cold and empty house
I'm wandering through
My fingers draw
On frozen walls
And all alone
I call out to you
But there's a storm in my throat
And I've got a mind of my own
And a fight
In my coat pocket
It was all for you
It's all for you
Oh, you silly goose
I know you better
Then you want me to
My fingers run
Down this icy corridor
And I know
Just what I'm fighting for
A deck of cards
That fell at your feet
Left you smoldering
Left you cowering
Left you hiding
In seven veils of bed sheets
You wrap around
Your fragile heart
But this storm in my throat
Gave you a mind of it's own
And good Lord, that was quite the hocket
But it was true
And that's the truth
There's no more brandy
In the pantry
And my heavens, I've got a mouth on me
And it's more
Than just my bone that's broken
And that's the truth
That's the truth
I call out to you,
You big ol' goof
And that's the truth
It was all for you
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Gillian Stone Toronto, Ontario
Vocally driven post rock drone folk textures that weave through gigantic feelings.
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