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Ellie Takes a Bath
04:23
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You were under the weather this time last December
Driving to your parent's house
The night was turning blue, we were listening to The Glow Pt. 2
Before your face turned out
When the first set ends all are saved
The kids mean well but they still stub their cigs out in your eyes
Before I slip into that television blue
Can I trust you?
Can I want you?
Sometimes I feel it like the chain of a bike
Wrapped around my index finger
But tonight I’ll try to stay alive so I can sleep by your side
And not worry about the government
I woke up on a coliseum night
From a dream that my hand sunk into my face
And like Ezra Pound’s broken raft
My bed was wet with residue
Can I trust you?
Can I want you?
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Too Beautiful to Destroy
04:56
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We’re in the Studio at Charleston
Standing between four mirrors
Inside the interior of a moment
Divining our future selves
Two friends buried together
Are we concentric circles or total loss?
Two halves orbiting a landmine
Unable to detect true cost
It’s too easy to escalate a problem in love’s economy
But much harder to back down from it now
Like a cat that’s climbed a tree
It all adds up
Even small things add up in time
It all adds up
Walked the Downs later without you
Prayed over Duncan and Vanessa’s graves
Chalk arms drawn all around our bodies
Didn’t even know how to say our names
Blue light over Ouse Valley
Sleeping lambs in a sodden field
Left the magic we had on Firle Beacon
Orchids where a giant once stood
It all adds up
Even small things add up in time
It all adds up
Felt abandoned and afraid
So I took a plane to Stockholm
Ate with Anna and Andrew
December almond scented exhaust
Just three months before Patrick would take his life
Standing with the sculptures in the snow
Too beautiful to destroy
It all adds up
Even the small things add up in time
Too beautiful to destroy
I wore my shame
Like a shadow on the subway
Too beautiful to destroy
It all adds up
Even the small things add up in time
Too beautiful to destroy
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3. |
Inheritors of Light
03:23
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Dark water filled deep circles around the town
Government land sold off
Entire neighbourhoods set to drown
Discerned by impartial design
The Lake swallowed interpretive signs
Poured down for seven years always observing State lines
Only some trees survived: Inheritors of light
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4. |
Used to the Signs
04:33
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Getting used to the signs
Our microwave screen is smashed in
But we know it’s gonna ring
Yeah we’re getting used to the signs
Getting used to the signs
Getting used to the signs
Getting used to the signs
Getting used to the signs
Used to think we were all forgiven
As if nothing really changed at all
But since you’ve crawled out from isolation
You’ve been eying exits at every floor
Raised in the shadow of the Seventies
Raised in the science of a song
You and I could have been in New York these days
But it’s the same there as London or Hong Kong
My life thesis was so run-of-the-mill
Courage is no virtue when results are nil
A misadventure doomed from the early onset
While wild beasts are swimming just beneath the onsen
We’re getting used to the signs
Getting used to the signs
Getting used to the signs
Getting used to the signs
Last April we took our bikes down to the sea
A group of hooded men carried a cross down to the beach
Now our neighbours are out sunbathing on the street
In hospitals plastic sheets cover still-living bodies
Back in the palace now - trace the stations of the cross
When I think of what became of us, Oh God it was such a rush
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5. |
Catalonia
01:52
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April 2020 voice notes by Alexandria, Bill, and Gail.
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6. |
Victoria City
03:28
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Victoria City
In this bathroom stall I’ll write your eulogy
Born to the throes of a distant empire
Handed to a force we couldn’t recognise
Lan Kwai Fong 2am, I don't know who I am
But a coward on a sliding scale, lone survivor to a sordid tale
Half the districts are coughing up blood
Cyanide drifts through hospital wards
Run through hazy days of innocence
Before the Summer of Discontent
And I've drunk from your waters and I know that you ain't so sweet
And I've drunk from your waters and I know that you ain't so sweet
Victoria City: it was never easy
Victoria City: it was never easy
Victoria City, mountain teargas people sea
Secret cops beat up secret cops
In a polymer pearl of shopping malls
You once pulled me into your lights
Shined bright colours into my eyes
Who could have seen such desperation
From the islands of seven million
And I've drunk from your waters and I know that you ain't so sweet
And I've drunk from your waters and I know that you ain't so sweet
And I've drunk from your waters and I know that you ain't so sweet
And I've drunk from your waters and I know that you ain't so sweet
And I've drunk from your waters and I know that you ain't so sweet
And I've drunk from your waters and I know that you ain't so sweet
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Untitled 92 at the NPG
04:34
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After a decade of keeping wild animals in cages
I finally left St John’s Wood with a book and no expectation of kindness
Blushing through post extinction events
Elated by our own holy insignificance
Saw myself in Untitled 92 at the NPG
So I’m saving money too trading novelty pedals for therapy
Last week I watched you in the mirror
We were covered in pink powdered sugar and wedding cake
And if you were Pavement I was the Silver Jews
And in this arrangement I’m living under random rules
Want to create a signet ring to signify my pain
And display it for all to see on this crowded Victoria train
Any moment of normalcy is a quiet victory in 2019
Feeling profoundly alone at the Cindy Sherman show
I thought we should call it off, hasn’t the Lord seen enough
At the livestream funeral watch you wash your hands with Purell
Until they bleed
And if you were Pavement I was the Silver Jews
And in this arrangement I’m living under random rules
And if you were Pavement I was the Silver Jews
And in this arrangement I’m living under random rules
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The Decameron
03:13
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If I wrote it down: The Decameron
Decamp at dawn to our rooms: A private field
Standing apart - fables from a lighted house in the dark
Seven virtues and three fools
Lord I’m so afraid (I'm so afraid)
Of Edith dying (what would it take?)
Housekeeping in isolation
Don’t want to live through history no more, no more
When I emerged I was covered by the earth
The parking deck was full of rotting flowers
There is a river - shimmer - threading illness back to the past
Seven planets and three stars
Lord I’m so afraid (I'm so afraid)
Of Edith dying (what would it take?)
Housekeeping in isolation
Don’t want to live through history no more, no more
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This painting doesn't dry
It's strange to have you back in life
How we left then by the blood tents in the garden
It wasn't right
Walked down old Roman roads
It's forever or it's not
Just two friends on the same fence in Sussex
No opting out
Never asked this white fountain no context
Can't work this out
Blue sleeves bleached from the sea
You were leading me on
When we held hands in silence on the white bench
Was too much
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10. |
TAMSY
12:05
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Leave your mark on the front step
There’s birdsong Bonnie shakes her head and cries
Then Johnson drives you to the airport
There are people you love who you’ve seen for the last time
When it’s dark turn from the gate
In a daze take the last bus to the city
Drift around Eastown like a ghost
All your friends think you’re gone
Fireworks and gunshots down Wealthy Street
Kids smoking on their porch like sailors on a ship
Peer through the windows of your empty house
In your bedroom lives twin image of your ghost
Dancing around the relics of your past
Transitional orange glow
Where does all blood come from?
When did this dark river start?
Well the answer might surprise you
For now we’re dogless at the dog park
In my mind’s eye I can see it now
Last Michigan summer - part of me now
Dive in the Lake at night
Back from New Mexico feeling alright
Distribute possessions
Make arrangements for the final show
And when September finally comes
It will feel like a funeral
When the last note rings there’s thunder outside
Spin your song - if I could see all my friends tonight
Where does all blood come from?
When did this dark river start?
Well the answer might surprise you
For now we’re dogless at the dog park
香港這個充滿悲傷的大都市,有一條隱藏的線,輕輕地聯繫著一個又一個香港人,然後又慢慢鬆開。這條線又在不同移動的點之間穿梭,形成一些新的連結。
線在這個城市裏編織出不同紋理,迅速但卻短暫,從獅子山一直伸延至太平山。
每一瞬間,這個悲傷城市其實也承載著一個快樂城市,只是沒多少人知曉有這快樂城市的存在。
Woke up with no feeling
By midnight they call the law
Can you hear The Ascension
As panic buyers strip the store
Strip mined of affection
Talk like Kowloon snipers all night
I’ve since made course correction
Guilt alone doesn’t make things right
Smoke rises from the harbour
Barricades burn at the college bridge
Police draw blood outside my church
Childhood boundless with new violence
If peace benefits our oppressor
To witness is to forfeit
I left the country just so I could write about it
I couldn’t feel your love so I searched in different places
Echoes of our time wash like waves over everything
Living on reduced hours on this teal promenade
I’m feeling kind of blue boys
Feeling kind of blue
Feeling kind of blue boys
Yeah I’m feeling kind of blue
Catfished by oblivion crossing out discernible futures
Like Josh’s final show at Hidden Agenda
The elevator broke now we’re banished to a secret floor
It’s one you cannot leave but you’ve left before
Feeling kind of blue boys
Feeling kind of blue
Feeling kind of blue boys
Yeah I’m feeling kind of blue
I remember my first Bay of Pigs
This ocean resonates with every event that came before it
We’re jack knifed between two timelines
Virginia Woolf saw bombs in her room where there were none
I keep believing that this must be the crux but it always escalates
My excesses are still excesses
So I headed back to Monk’s House to find answers and draw this thread
If you can make it through 2016 you can make it through most things
If you can make it through 2020 you can definitely make it through this
Each oceanic moment adds up to a life
And this painting only dries if you look away
It all adds up
Even small things add up in time
It all adds up
Too Beautiful to Destroy
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