1. |
Is It The Body?
02:30
|
|||
|
Who was it who was with me here a moment ago?
Who has chosen to be noticed but to be unknown?
What omen or allowance has been holding you here?
What is the tripwire tapping that I start to hear?
What is the cry coming from the hollow walls of my house?
What is that unseen insect keening throughout?
Like a shadow, like a stained glass chalice, like a force field, a strange craft, holy terror taking the palace
and when you felt that pull on the nape of your neck,
did you let yourself move through the water again?
Who is it that is stirring in the pipes tonight?
Is it any love at all to hold you in the light?
Is it the body that is warm, that is figure and form and filled, fortified, and when the spirit is poured,
is it the body that receives it, is it made of sound?
Is it deeper, is it water moving under the ground?
I was with it for a minute, I was all hung up,
I was stoned, I was selfish, I was strung out on the ceiling,
I was undefined,
We were moving, I was reaching for you, I wasn't well,
I was living in the mountains,
you were on my mind.
Send me down the salt mine
Disregard my star sign
Pull apart my lacking
Loosen all my lost time
I told you what would happen
if I saw you round here again
Song like plates smashing
Focus on the streetlight
I hear something breathing
Right behind the fencepost
Lose me for the season
Feel it in your hairline
|
||||
2. |
Green Light
03:35
|
|||
|
From up there on the ceiling,
you know enough to doubt me.
Baby, did you lock the door? I hear something,
something's here
and something here moves gracefully without me.
Green Light high above me turning,
I am past the feeling,
I am yours if you would have me,
while my fingertips are peeling.
Make me weightless,
I want gravity to stop for me,
and nothing else but Green Light all around me.
The lights are going out across the city
Baby, did you miss me?
My love, my love, my form has changed,
and it is easier to hold you,
you are smaller, you are close to me,
I move just like I told you,
I am action, I extend in all directions,
I push up against the walls,
and I am sounding
but sibyl-scarred and shifting absence twisted into sound and colour distance come completely but unwritten it is never over never is that time was just a sound you heard and can't remember everything you said is in my body and my body's texture is a flutter feeling fell from grace but lifted listing with the weight of worship till you in your grieving set my self apart
|
||||
3. |
Machine/Hands
04:11
|
|||
|
The old machine that sleeps in the stable
has woken and is walking through the town
and you tell me that it has to be an omen
of another, older, unforgiving sound
that is moving slowly over broken ground
across the desert
and towards our little foothill fountain home
and your hands are making shadows on the walls like little strangers
in the corners of my eyes and so we'll go
follow our machine along the main road to the south
past the mill and past the stacks and past the yawning yellow mouth
of the mine and well the timing I could never figure out
but you have my body and my heart is in your body.
The figures in the distance start to shimmer.
They move in pairs, you watch them from the door
that you occupy, a cardboard cut-out sentry
in the negative, propped up against the wall.
Last time, the thing we saw between the fallen fences, all the horses bolted through the open door
and ran out to be nearer to the water, where the air was cooler, restless
nearer to me my love
follow our machine along the main road to the south
past the mill and past the stacks and past the yawning yellow mouth
of the mine and well the timing I could never figure out
but you have my body and my heart is in your body
moving through the early morning ever-after river,
running water keeps us safer, keeps us light to the life-giver
watch the house that you grew up in start to fall into the sea
now it is easier, easier to see
don't try to hide it if you have it in your heart
yes it's him I know it's him and baby, I can feel it start
to move in tandem flooding into every part of me
the loss which once was mutable is pulling me apart
|
||||
Barney Newman Sheffield, UK
I Married A Ghost!
If you like Barney Newman, you may also like:
How Does It Feel EP
by Lizzie Weber
Missouri singer/songwriter Lizzie Weber delivers a trio of songs lightly informed by country music, and fleshed out with strings.
go to album
A fascinating, appealing record no less “weird” than the rest of her oeuvre, but certainly the most weirdly versatile.
go to album
Folk for camera
by Louis DeCicco
An album of eight hushed songs from Louis DeCicco that emphasize the gloriously ghostly sound of slide guitar.
go to album
Australian singer Jessica tempers ornate baroque folk with stark gothic poetry, infusing sadcore with transcendent sensibilities.
go to album
Guardians Of Our Time
by Edd Donovan and The Wandering Moles
Edd Donovan's day job as a social worker brings a sense of empathy to his elegantly constructed political folk music.
go to album
Mind, Man, Medicine
by The Secret Sisters
The Alabama duo's fifth album exults in dusty Americana, showcasing rich vocal harmonies alongside blissful folk instrumentation.
go to album
The haunting new record from Canadian folk artist Avi C. Engel bridges old and new traditions with a minimalist approach.
go to album
