1. |
VOWR
04:04
|
|||
|
What's that sound?
The whistle of the wind subsides in West Downtown.
VOWR, a portal into my imagination.
Seemingly unrelated, yet overwhelmingly the same.
Every song, every word, every nest, every bird.
VOWR on a Sunday drive
and when the old man reads the obits page
I could die, I could die, I could die.
VOWR
What's that sound?
A mysterious wind kicks up dust in West Downtown.
I could sit in a passenger seat reclined for hours
on a grey foggy day
listenin' to VOWR.
That real old St. John's.
Classic country and obscure gospel versions of popular songs.
VOWR
You don't know how lucky you are, boys.
VOWR on that Saturday night high
and when the old man reads the obits page
I could die, I could die, I could die.
VOWR
|
||||
2. |
Gesture Of Grace
02:57
|
|||
|
Wouldn't it be such a gesture of grace
for the brilliant machines pulling the strings,
runnin' the projector show,
to give us a life in the Internet Age?
We've seen people build thinking machines
so meticulous and beautiful
that we imagine the day when they all wake up
and turn the guns on us, the beautiful guns we've built.
Wouldn't it be such a gesture of grace
that they gave us the comic book heroes,
just like us, bleeding hearts,
just like us, bleeding hearts,
just like us, only to have have it get ripped away
by our own brilliant machines
in some cataclysmic end to our impressive reign?
Someone's pullin' the strings.
They decided how this would play out.
This was chosen deliberately.
This was chosen deliberately.
This was chosen deliberately.
It coulda been a flood, and it coulda happened long after our time
but we got to see this! We got to see this!
Wouldn't it be such a gesture of grace
if this was all for us,
if this was all for me?
|
||||
3. |
||||
|
I don't feel any different
but before I get up in the mornin'
before I get outta bed
the taste in my mouth and the light through the sheets
I can almost hear Roma, my mother, dryin' her hair.
I can almost hear Roma, my mother,
and it's time to get ready to go to school
and I'm back in grade seven, grade eight, all over again,
but it's all from the taste in my mouth I'm sure.
And I'm walking around
and the light's comin' in through the curtains
and I'm back in grade seven, grade eight, all over again.
It's the strangest feelin'
cuz I'm still old and fallin' apart
but with the taste in my mouth
I can almost hear Roma, my mother, dryin' her hair.
I can almost hear Roma, my mother,
and it's time to get ready to go to school
and I'm back in grade seven, grade eight, all over again.
|
||||
4. |
Tiny Puppeteer
03:39
|
|||
|
Tiny puppeteer
sittin' in my chest
make me smile, make me smile, make me smile
cuz the tiny puppeteer
loves me
loves me
Tiny puppeteer
walk my walk
all the way to the bank
and all the way back home
cuz the tiny puppeteer
and his tiny little hands
love me
love me
Tiny puppeteer
Tiny puppeteer
Tiny puppeteer, tiny puppeteer, tiny puppeteer, tiny puppeteer
love me
love me
love me
|
||||
5. |
Kathy, I'm Ashamed
02:34
|
|||
|
Kathy, I'm ashamed and defeated.
I am not the piper I claimed to be.
I couldn't stomach it.
I know that you know I've noticed you
carrying your widow's cross for a decade or more.
I want this to have meaning.
|
||||
6. |
Gifted Aetherborn
05:24
|
|||
7. |
||||
|
Gasoline
Gasoline needs no explanation, honey.
Heaven is the rhyme and the reason is death.
Heaven is the rhyme and the reason is death.
Gasoline, the condensations of generations of dinosaurs
and real dinosaurs, a perfume intoxication,
narcotic of a generation of generations.
Gasoline needs no explanation, honey.
Gasoline, gasoline.
Heaven is the rhyme and the reason is death.
Heaven is the rhyme and the reason is death.
Your room smells like gasoline.
I get high, high, high from the gasoline.
Go back in time, time, time from the gasoline.
Fossils under pressure for a long long time
Fossils of the mind leak fossil fuels of the mind into my dreams.
Gasoline, gasoline.
Heaven is the rhyme and the reason is death.
Heaven is the rhyme and the reason is death.
|
||||
8. |
||||
|
The colour of The Third Platform has spoken.
The colour of The Third Platform has spoken.
Eyes share The Second Socket
and the face in the Third Mirror
is a face I have not encountered here
and the colour of The Third Platform needs no explanation
other liquids pass through the first and the second
and the colour is invisible here.
The colour of The Third Platform has spoken.
Eyes share The Second Socket
and the face in the Third Mirror
is a face I have not encountered here.
|
||||
9. |
Never Woulda Guessed
02:08
|
|||
|
I never woulda guessed
it would turn out like this.
Despite my confidence,
I never woulda guessed.
Despite my pragmatism
I never would have guessed
the mundane prevails.
In spite of my histrionics,
in spite of my fascination with beauty,
the snow falls and it melts away
and leaves behind what the ice absorbed.
|
||||
10. |
Sleep Mask
03:18
|
|||
|
Feels so much better than I thought it would feel
to finally be alone in my bed under mid-day sun
and if it weren't for this sleep mask,
I'd have lost my mind altogether by now.
Feels so good when the sun warms the sheets
and if it weren't for this sleep mask,
I'd have lost my mind altogether by now.
Feels so good
to have Christmas at home and
to have summer while it lasts and
to finally be at home under mid-day sun,
but if it weren't for this sleep mask,
I'd have lost my mind altogether by now.
|
||||
11. |
Attempt At Communication
03:48
|
|||
|
I didn't have to do this.
This was not meant to fulfill a material need.
I became obsessed without warning
and it got mixed in with who I was.
That was then and this is now.
The ships have set sailed
and returned,
no treasure.
I can rebuild this, but I want you to know
that I'm just tryin' to get this through to you.
I'm just tryin' to let you know I'm out here
I didn't have to do this,
but I'm still here!
This is what I've done since I was a young man.
I'm just tryin' to get this through to you.
I'm still here.
This was not meant to fill an empty seat.
This is an attempt at communication.
|
||||
AE Bridger recommends:
Surgeon are fronted by Steve Cowan, who played guitar in the live AE Bridger group.
go to album
The finest cuts from People On Pause's ouevre!
go to albumIf you like AE Bridger, you may also like:
Deleted Scenes
by Once And Future Band
featured on Bandcamp Radio Jun 3, 2020
go to album
On the first new High Llamas record in 6 years, Sean O’Hagan creates abstract tracks that reflect the kaleidoscopic palette of modern pop.
go to album
Crisp, taut pop-rock from Chirag Todi that incorporates jazz and funk into its dazzling arrangements.
go to album
Guitars sparkle like distant constellations on the latest from Scythe, who delivers dazzling space rock on their latest LP.
go to album
