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released March 29, 2019

ORATIONS is:
Jess Collins - Vocals.
Paul Morin - Electric, Acoustic Guitars.
Jason Draper - Bass.
Matt Chavanne - Drums, Percussion.
Additionally on this recording:
Aaron Ratajczak - Keyboards.
Sally Schaefer - Violin.
Kelly Mordaunt - Piano.

All songs written and arranged by Orations
Engineered and mixed by Jay Zubricky at GCR Audio.
Mastered by Jesse Cannon at Cannon Found Soundation.
Cover photo by Andrea Sands.

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Track Name: All the Honey
This heavy fog is finally lifting.
I'd say yes if you asked which you haven't yet,
but yeah, yeah, oh yeah.
There wouldn't be a safe place for us to lay.
The walls would shake,
bed frame, break, love.
Like you said,
If I was yours, I wouldn't need any money.
If you were mine;
all the honey,
all the honey,
all the honey.
You’re a giver and that's new terrain and I'm taking it oh so fine.
Slide that medicine on down the line.
Like you said,
If I was yours, I wouldn't need any money.
If you were mine;
all the honey,
all the honey,
all the honey.
Lover, you said
If I was yours, I wouldn't need any money but if you were mine;
all the honey,
all the honey,
all the honey.
Devil lock and deep brown, your eyes said you were mine from behind, behind the pine.
I will wrap my legs all the way all around you til’ you break; I’ll make you mine.
Track Name: Enemy
You bug the back stage, lady.
Tricky mystic under the veil.
You don't even know me, really;
you don't know real.
Manifesting the past on a pane of glass.
old loves glowing up in a hologram.
Give up the ghost,
give up the fear,
appear nightly, here.
Camped out on my genomes’ map,
No sign of plans to decamp.
Smiling slyly under the canvas,
a Bowie knife, a thermos, a lantern; waiting out the armistice.
Manifesting the past on a pane of glass;
old loves glowing up in a hologram.
Give up the ghost.
Give up the fear.
Appear nightly, here.
Here. Here. Here. Here.
Medicine man had me chant to undo your fear, a chokehold trance;
a misconstrued, unstrung St. Vitus Dance,
but the fear was protecting me from you, my enemy; the enemy.
The enemy of my enemy, my friend,
the enemy of my enemy, my friend,
was a means to protect me from myself.
Here, here, here, here.
Track Name: Shadow Self
Yes, in dancing as the goddess has her finger on my head.
She moves me around at will; in and out of heavy traffic.
I think we’re tapping into something;
fuzzy electric crackling, hazy humming
produces a skewed version; manifesting you; a birthing.
One can barely hear it but you say,
”Yes, yes,” to your shadow self.
What you cling to; this meaty apparition with lips.
Ooh, you salty thing, you, what good does a body bring you in the end?
I think we’re tapping into something;
fuzzy electric crackling, hazy humming
produces a skewed version; manifesting you; a birthing.
One can barely hear it but you say,
”Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes,”
”Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes,”
to your shadow self,
to your shadow self,
your shadow self.
”Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes.”
To your shadow self.
Track Name: Catch Your Death
November 21, black thoughts;
What's keeping him from hanging himself in the garage
is the knowing there are those who can’t walk, talk.
You were me outside in.
You were me outside in.
and without that path lit,
How do I exist?
Pull me out of the wall.
Indelibly inked in my think tank,
a haunting piano echoes, it’s rattling chains, clang.
Oh, how that soporific sound howls.
Bats and owls flee from the cracks of my broken black cavernous heart,
all the way down, all the way down but never but never out.
You were me outside in.
You were me outside in.
and without that path lit,
How do I exist?
Pull me out of the wall.
Every man I meet wants a piece of my peace because they’ve lost or misplaced their own.
On Tuesday, I washed away your DNA from my teeth.
Track Name: Box Office Poison
I was 19, you were three years younger.
You loved Nirvana and heroin; how original.
Blessed be me.
Blessed be you & me: we don't have addiction genes.
You said I was your left arm; you shot that arm up til’ it went numb,
so I moved on, I hightailed it to Arizona.
Blessed be me.
Blessed be you & me; we don't have addiction genes.
He devours to excess to suppress the nastiness.
The demon nips at his death breath til’ there is nothing left.
Blessed be me.
Last time you pulled this shit was 1926.
Fool me once an empathetic idiot.
Track Name: Knoetry
Honey tell me that story again, in my ear please,
it pleases me; imagining you as a child.
I guess you could say my MO is an age old injury
of rooting for the underdog to win or place,
but I do so like your face, I like your face.
We're spooky chemistry at a distance; quantum entanglements;
heart math, hard math but I like to add, I like your face.
I like your face so near to me,
when it invades my space, especially, especially.
Track Name: False Face
It's a scary parade;
middle of the night, middle of your life,
middle finger up your moonshining lemonade.
Stand on your own battle fatigued.
Yellowed Tammy Fay face; a crumbling mug,
peeling away.
Come, come, come,
pull the deadly nightshade over night sweats.
Pull me from this catatonic mindset.
I choose boredom from now on.
It's an offering a false face;
a melted hooker Barbie
to the afterlife, so they don't take me away.
Come, come, come,
pull the deadly nightshade over night sweats.
Pull me from this catatonic mindset.
I choose boredom from now on.
I'll sleep lady, unless you come round disguised as anxiety.
A gift, to inspire me out of the pallor,
in all the parlors, in all the places I've lived
but didn't exist.
Track Name: Kind of Shiny
One would think for a fair fight
he’d trim the hair around beware-wolf eyes,
so he can see a clear green mile down her drive.
See her appear & smile; see her silky silhouette & howl.
Settle now, settle now.
The day we met you were born again, you said.
You were a wave I rode around town and I got into your head.
Your eyes are still kind of shiny...
for a wild wolf and all, for a wolf and all, for a wolf and all.
Track Name: Radio Silence
Four years of radio silence,
now you sit here on my back porch.
I’ve one antennae, a bent ear,
other one’s steered toward the door, listening for
for....
For when you slink out the side door
because, there’s the door.
I’m not yours anymore and you can’t stay here.
Take your little suitcase & go away
Da, da, da, da, dear.
Sifting through your words for what needs to be filed
and what I will later torch
torch...
When you slink out the side door on fire,
because there’s the door.
I’m not yours anymore and you can’t stay here.
Take your little suitcase & go away
Da, da, da, da, dear.
Lose yourself baby.
Lose it, for me.
Lose yourself baby.
Lose it, for me.
Lose yourself baby.
Lose it, for me.
Lose yourself baby.
Lose it, for me.
Track Name: Gravity
Used to call you a genius;
should have figured it out.
You were only for a few sunstrokes and a turn of the key.
But I know you, I know you, I know you know your way home.
I know you, I know you, I know you know your way home.
But I know you, I know you, I know you know your way home.
I know you, I know you, I know you know your way home.
Home, home.
It was for a lark, I couldn’t turn the key.
I’m only here for summer, I disappear at the end of the rising mercury.
But I know you, I know you, I know you know your way home.
I know you, I know you, I know you know your way home.
I’m lousy with secrets but good with clarity.
Your charms won’t work on me, I can’t be pulled in by your gravity.
Track Name: Cracking the Safe
I, I, I just woke from a dream where you and I were spinning.
Spinning on the lips with that one mouth-kissing feeling;
nascent meaning breaking through to me and emerging through the first floor ceiling.
Fate, fun or grenades?
I got a stethoscope to the safe.
We were speaking with tongues;
wagging our whips,
happy and punch drunk,
ecstatic with quips.
Fate, fun or grenades?
I got a stethoscope to the safe.
Fate, fun or grenades?
I got my ear to your rib cage.
Hurry, hurry, hurry, time is creeping and I won’t rally an unsafe thing but I believe in this time.
I see your beleaguered state and yet I’m cracking the safe,
singing my voice away, clicking away, banging out the rhythms of a heart string beating.
Fate, fun or grenades?
I got a stethoscope to your safe.
Fate, fun or grenades?
I got my ear to your ribcage.
Ticking away cracking the safe, hurry up.
Ticking away cracking the safe, hurry up.
Ticking away cracking the safe, hurry up.
Hurry up, hurry up.

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