Comes in glossed Digipack case, with beautiful artwork by Nan Young Lee, and text by Sally Martin. Comes with a 6-square foldout of a complete poster of the album art with no writing. The other side of the poster features the album lyrics.
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lyrics
They say it’s going down
I say it’s coming up
but I suppose if you traverse a far enough distance from the earth
you’ll see it’s doing both at once…
you’ll see it’s doing neither one.
Well this thing we call love
some say it’s unmistakable
Still others claim, there’s simply no way to say
just what it is until it was
Well I don’t claim to know,
so let’s play rochambeau
And that’s how we’ll decide which definition will preside
and then we’ll do away with both..
we’ll do away with them all…
Cause I’ve thought a lot about this
and there’ s no case in which
everything's clear.
Except we all know, there’s something we missed
but we don’t… know where.
With our copper in the well
are we imagining ourselves?
root of negative one
Two answers to the equation
but neither of them help.
I’m looking for the way out.
So is it all a rorschach test
where we’ve all pre-practiced.
seeing what we wanna see
and there are no real boundaries
only what we project?
and these things we must protect.
With so little time, who in their right mind, is prepared
with so little time, who in their right mind still cares?
Books alone in crowded shelves
the plot the city tells.
Maybe a song that can’t be shared,
is as worthless as a billionaire
is to everybody else..
Maybe that’s all that counts?
I’m not really sure myself.
They say don’t look in the past
but the past is where we’re at
haven’t you heard, time is an inkblot it’s circular,
not linear, it’s flat.
and memories
are like a limb that fell asleep.
Still connected, tingling,
but a feeling of a place you can’t quite be.
What does it mean to mend?
to walk familiar ground?
it’s a thing that makes you think
it’s a riddle that could trick the sphinx
into leaving her own town
Where love and hate begins.
Can’t erase what’s been
To forgive is to be free
but to forget is just to bury deep
like a coal mine, waiting to cave in
Like an optical illusion
tricking me once again
to quantify love.
We cry, and shake our fists in rage,
push away and embrace..
we love and we hate.. all at once.
and neither one.
Memory
is like a house engulfed in flames
Trying to save everything, but you gotta go..
it burns too bad to stay.
That’s why I’m tempted to leave..
take only what I’ll need
like Chris McCandless in a bus,
or captain Nemo in the Nautilus
I just need some time to think
I just need some time to grieve.
From all the sloganeers..
caustic caterpillars
cynical and sly
blowing smoke rings in my eyes until I grudgingly concur
So like the king and queen Pevensies,
lost in the trees
finally free of regret
I’ll..
re-arrive..
before they realize… I’d left.
And I wish you could come with me
I wish you were here with me
So many mountains to stand beneath.
so many people for us to be.
And I wish things had turned out different.
a labyrinth of paradigms that shifted
There was a path, but we kept it hidden.
There was a path but it stayed hidden.
It could be going down.
It could be coming up.
Could be doing both at once,
but what I am most afraid of,
is that you’re doing neither one
credits
from Between Suns,
released April 1, 2019
Joel Martin: vocals, guitars, banjolele, piano, percussion, glockenspiel
David Fuller: drums, percussion, vocals, guitars, bass guitar
Kate Cvancara: violin
Jonathan Behr: trumpet
Susan Martin: clock recording
