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Bird In Your Throat
00:57
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Fascinated
03:59
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Go outside. Close the door.
Get a little burnt, and go back down to the river
You’re so proud, and god, your head’s so loud
Can you quiet down, and let her music
Deliver you
To the place / where you’re still fascinated by
All your pains, and their questions
Was it lost to you, love?
Or did you just need direction?
Go outside. Close the door.
The garden’s a mess, and your chest
Is a bird in your throat
When your eyes go green, and your head gets mean
Can you make like a leaf, and cradle the breeze
Of the song she’s singing
For the place
Where you’re still fascinated by
Your sweet heart, and its failings
Was it lost to you, love?
Or did you just need a way in?
Well, I failed you twice, I failed too many times
And our bell’s been cracked,
A cold and muted line
And my hope is tired
Yeah, my hope’s a bust
‘cause i’ve stopped betting on
What broke the two of us
Go outside. Close the door.
It’s harder to hide here, so try now to name
What you are hiding for
‘Cause you brushed your teeth,
And you washed your clothes
Can you soften your shoulders
And let what’s heavy float off
To the place
Ringing out with the bottomless
Brittle love in his bullshit
Was it lost to you, love?
Or did you just need a minute?
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3. |
If You Want
03:07
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Shit, I did it again
Left you closed in the cabinet
Breathing your shallow breaths
Counting on me to come find you
Now I wanna give you a chance
To say what you want to me
Love or antipathy
Crimson or curdled or crazy
Why would you go dark again?
You know what happens by now when you do that
Leaving me heartsick, and curled in the cabinet, you
Drunk on the glamor and gleam of some acrobat
With hubris like Icarus, clearing the parapet
If you want
Comfort that doesn’t go cold
Then you’ve gotta give it up
All that shiny stuff
It was never the gold we were told it was
Candle’s guttering out
And the shadows between us
Are tall as the palisades
History’s fixed: What is made cannot be unmade
But the gossamer thread strung between us is all lit up
Whisper a secret, dear: Tell it into your cup
And here in the dark, with my ear pressed against the rim
I’ll breathe in the quiet ‘till the string starts humming, with
If you want
Me to believe in your love
Then you’ve gotta set it down
The fix you think you found
You’ve gotta stop in the doorway
And turn around
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4. |
November
03:17
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Old November, haven’t seen you in a year
Old friend, you carve the space between my ears
Into a cavern, clamoring with birds
Their feathers - softest sound I ever heard -
Say my love’s marked “return to sender”
Teach me mercy, cold November
Hungry lungs, my love’s the space between the notes
I meant them, every word I ever spoke
Your longing launched a symphony of leaves
That fevered sunlight brought me to my knees –
To remember, I surrender
Bless this hot mess, cold November
Oooo / oooo / ooow
Love, you’re worried – I can read it in your brow
You’re ten feet under, but can’t remember how
Your shoulders drove the blade into the earth
But can you blame them, not knowing what you’re worth?
Hold your own hand. Feel how tender.
We can make it past November
Oooo / oooo / oooo
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5. |
Handfuls
03:50
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One day, my heart won’t break
Mm-mm-mm
Then maybe I’ll step out of my body,
Maybe I’ll burst into bloom
Mm-mm-mm
But this morning, it feels unlikely
Mm-mm-mm
And with this snow, falling slow
I don’t know that I want for it to
Mm-mm-mm
And your mind’s made up
I know, i know, i know
Still i’ll be gathering handfuls of you
Against the cold
Mm-mm-mm
Dry heat, and fitful sleep
Mm-mm-mm
We watched the clouds become a fountain
The ground become a mirror
Mm-mm-mm
Watched a meteor strike through the big sky last night
Mm-mm-mm
And i rang with your eyes
I chimed with your wonder
Mm-mm-mm
And your mind’s made up
I know, I know, I know
Still I’ll be gathering handfuls of you
Against the cold
Mm-mm-mm
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6. |
Garbage
03:16
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When you get used up, darling
And they throw you to the curb
And the rain and snow become your garments
And you become a dwelling for the birds
And you’re at the mercy of the weather
And you hear the neighbors vicious fights
And you see their children’s quiet labor
They walk as gentle as the night comes down
And the ground sparkles with needles
They catch the streetlight in their silver
And the man always on fire
Ablaze with things he’ll never tell her
And you’re getting closer to the ground, now
Been learning all her thousand names
She rumbles deeper than the rivers
Weaving daylight in her veins
When they gave you up for nothing
When you found yourself unnamed
The curtain parted and you saw them
With all their claws out in the darkness
In their broken little heavens
And in your fading you forgave them
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7. |
Apothecary
00:39
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8. |
Secret Skin
03:53
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Chin up, boy
What are you hanging low for?
Slow down, boy
There’s not much use in speeding up
You’ve got your coffee,
You got your weed
Your hammer and your headphones
The morning and the falling snow, and
Oo
Give it here,
All of that rambling knocking around inside of your head
It’ll clear,
Sweeping it clean like speaking a dream,
You see what I mean?
You’ve got your garden
Your sewing machine
Your paint and your apothecary
Packer in your underwear and
Oo
See that wind light you up?
Don’t give in, don’t give in
When your love goes under
It’ll grow into a secret skin
And wait for spring
Oo
Sun like diamonds in your…
Don’t give in, don’t give in
When your song goes under
It’ll change into a different hymn
And bloom in spring
Oo
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9. |
Restless Things
03:58
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We made our way back to a place
Where hope was breath
And a beer or two, they could defuse a war
There was no need to agree
Upon intentions
We just hopped into the car
And in a world that bright, and hot, and green
Who could have believed in anything
But our blissful stillness
In the middle of such
Terrible speed
Oo, oo
Oo, oo
Well I stopped shaving, keeping up appearances
You stopped knitting up your brow
We planted trees, and did away with
Thanks and please
But we couldn’t fathom how
Our wide-eyed, winding worlds
Had wound us into strangest companions
On that moonstruck river road
Oh, no one stopped to check the soil
Some restless things just grow
All on their own
Oo, oo
Oo, oo
Oh we had time, well you know, at times
Time was all we had
Our distances fell flat to parallel horizons
Not quite happy, not quite sad
And grace is a slow walker, quiet hearts get hassled
Into walls by thronging city streets
Oh, darling
Your planet held so steady inside
The bright white goodbye
Of our mother-star
Oo, oo
Oo, oo
Strange vignettes humming through my inner-eye,
The worlds I used to dream inside
The darkness of your cluttered cave
Your burrowing, cat-like contentment
Made my lower ribs ache
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10. |
Bloom
04:02
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I’ve been stowed away
Out of the rain, needed space
For gathering my strength up
Cause the light
In the morning had been sharp as the knives
You used for carving out those words, love
And it’s been strange sailing these days
The nights turn my empty pockets out
And fill them with moon, and the wind
And the wild, blooming bruise
Of beginning again
I have kept my mind
Because of the people who care for me
Buoying my heart up
And I have not been saved
By cleverness, not mine or yours, love
I think it might have burned us
So it’s been strange sailing these days
The nights turn my empty pockets out
And fill them with moon, and the wind
And the wild, blooming bruise
Of beginning again
The wild blooming bruise x…
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11. |
Zero G's
04:17
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Well, here’s the thing
I have loved being in love
With a daydream
My silver-tonsil-ed, seven-layer smokescreen
Do you catch my meaning, darling?
And in the quiet
I have heard the crooked noises
That a lie makes
Those thunder-in-your-capillary earthquakes
And I’ve named my mistakes, darling
And I don’t expect forgiveness
I just want a way to name whatever this is,
Find me a witness
For whatever this is
Well, in the ground
Of my living in this world
There is a trembling
A needle, and a puncture, and a mending
I can’t comprehend it, darling
How you were there
On the porch, watching the mist
Listening to crickets
In the zero-G’s of knowing how to fix it
Yeah you were weightless, darling
And I’m not asking for forgiveness
I just want a way to sing whatever this is
Find me a witness
For whatever this is
But I’m not gonna wait on your permission
I’ve been thinking on the ways that I am proud
And I’m not gonna give my life to wishing on
Wishes that have been shouting me out
So hunny, I go walking in the morning
I gather what I find to me at night
I’ve been counting on my dreaming
To help me say goodbye
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Cloudbelly Montague, Massachusetts
Cloudbelly makes indie-folk music––perfect for any occasion.
The band is currently gearing up for
the drop of their sophomore record, i know i know i know, in early 2024.
Cloudbelly is:
-Corey Laitman (vox, guitar)
-Sam Perry (guitar)
-Nate Mondschein (drums/production)
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