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(Mid-summer estimated completion)

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released 17 May 2013
Trevor Wilson = voice, instruments, songwriting
Michael Chinworth = voice
Eliza McKelway = voice
Alice Tolan-Mee = voice
Ethan Woods = voice
Emily Climer = french horn (tracks 2, 6, &11)
Jack Randall = additional bass (tracks 4 & 6)

PRODUCED BY TREVOR WILSON & VOCAL ENSEMBLE
The Mothers = additional mixing & production
Paul Gold = mastering
Recorded in Red Hook, Brooklyn

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tags: bennington brooklyn experimental indie classical pop red hook vocal Brooklyn

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Track Name: Old Hands Sad Arms
See another placate on the pickled arrow
where the desert hasn't arm.
Pliered in the shipwreck is an old man,
festered rock too obsolete to pawn.

He's read his palm, the cracked and tired skin,
too often to be wrong.
He's played that song, of the cacti cut,
unfortunately from old hands, sad arms.

Sugar has a number on the counter mighty high,
the decibel is wrong.
Soon enough, the letters of her only child will blur,
and she won't know her own.

She's growing numb, like a misowned horse,
recoiling into warm.
That lovely one, in her lovely way,
cannot defer it on old hands, sad arms.
Track Name: Straight Me
Babe, can you run on the desk like a child?
Pin me to size in the dark where I lie?
Like a waving flag on the pole, straight me!
Wipe the caution off of our hands. Straight me!

Bend into spark says the man, says the wife.
Yes, just as right, halve the bowl, halve the knife.
Track Name: I Have Taken to Old Men
I have taken to old men,
they have taken me prisoner.
I have fed them my warm scent,
they have given me supper.

When the scent of a death falls,
they are always in bathrobes.
I will find me a songbird,
she will serve as my ally.

Sing with me, I love on your feather and claw!
(Do you notice me?)
Lovely breasts, hung under the crack of the beak!
(Do you notice me?)
Come to bed, breathe flight in my immobile hands!
(And I am so cocked into the ground!)
She's a lovely one, but I've broken her head for the day.
(I wish I'd never known)
She is four feet tall, in-da lo mamacita-ti-day
(y rapi-cause, rapi-cause pom pobrecitido, bay)

I need something to soft me,
Just enough to move my arm.
Not another to crush me,
Not another to crush on.
Track Name: I'm the Only One
I'm the only one.

Competent, colder rice inside-
Microwave, push the fork inside.

(You kanama getso, kanamine)
Track Name: Mary Magdalene
Mary Magdalene is a well worn tale.
Agnetha Faltskog is a trialed sail;
she twirls on the scene, she's a dancing queen.

I've discovered girls in their twenty-ones,
showing all their best on the beach in the sun.
They're warm, they're fun, they're never done.

Agnetha curdles my lure of home.
Glazed in self-distraught, unatoned.

We took off our clothes for a year or more,
but cradling the depth of our love became
impossibly chored.

I ran.
Track Name: Soil Song
I will retire as you want me to do,
now as an ocean, as a bottle of blue..

I have to know before you go-
Am I on your mind?
Or, do you tire of my name?
Have I had my time?

I have to know-
Where are you going, and will I have to save you?
And, is there time within this night
so that I might embrace you?
I'd never rolly-over quiet,
be a zombie in the aisle,
picking over sauce and rice,
making microwave breath on my mind.

[sounds after this point are not words]
Track Name: I've Begun to Flower
I've begun to flower duller by the hour.
Pollen in the still air waits for wind to breathe there.

I keep my eye upon the sun, she's the only perfect one,
and she offers, and she stuns.
I see her in the moonlight's eye, she is winking me goodnight,
and I dream her when I'm done.

I've forgotten your lungs, where the wind had come from.

Dissolve, when the maybe calls.
Track Name: Dotery
Dotery too slow for the deton-call,
not enough to save for my heavy paw.
Throw out the tennis line,
just a simple fact repealed the time.

Just brittle metal shards are the family dust,
melts it to be sold just as metal must.
This house contained some lust,
now it is a home for mice and rust,
and all our time.

So, factory is closed on the twenty-four.
Track Name: See You Weigh You
Lore, will you leave me,
off somewhere I cannot reach you?
I've no bag here to car-you,
I'll no back to reminisce you.

You pilf the Amazon wicker-box-water,
it's over.
Puts out the fire, ours hallow dark amourous,
over.
Fresh the paint dress on my eye, now, sail it back,
for it's over.

I see you weigh you.

[sounds after this point are not words]
Track Name: I See the Plan
Shaking now, I see the plan,
And how could I not understand?
The shower of colors and thumbs
Sucking the back of my neck bare....

Reaching out to some wide eyed man,
We marry our shoulders to break,
quaking our place.

These are precarious sums!
Please d'interrupt me on this band.

Go on to the stolen nest they bore y'into the ground.
But caution, see what the pattern forms on you.
Track Name: All Material
Babies, flowers, matter no more,
the more you take to coined lore.
Rapt and runt toward infinite grief,
the more for each mater- you keep,
you can't delete.

Wages wander good hearts to lust
a motored box that wants to rust,
and wagers debt that hovers about,
invisible color, an aura of doubt...
collective draught.

All material.