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Wych Elm

by Orations

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1.
Black Lung 03:21
Pull out my pipe and swear at the garbage every Sunday night through a fortnight. He used to kiss my skin. Oh low, what a sight and a sigh and then i'd tear out the weeds and grill up the carnage. I can't be this way for long. You are so pretty; pretty lovely. Sometimes I feel so lonely and ugly. Your lives are beautiful Why'd he go black and white? You have no color; I still have bite. I'll lean in hard to, too hard, to see through the untruths, through the untruths, swirling throughout you. Your parting words sent a chill to the core of these bones, now jumping off into a frozen plot of freshly hallowed ground. Bury me in sound. Its the only sense I've found I can suck down, swill down. Sans spoons of sugar and moons of honey; tainted, so I cut the hive. It wasn't your sweetness, what's left is caramelized. Data collected, love misappropriated, to be...reacquired.
2.
Iron 03:26
Bite my buttons off, this feels really, really rough. I look like shit and I need to taste, I need to taste the iron in your blood. I need to taste the iron in your blood; Fortifies me all day long. -all the live long day, all the live long day, all the live long day, long. Now who's the dummy? Now who's the chump? I'm tasting the iron in your blood, breathing good air into your lungs. Carry this tongue kiss with you, my love. Carry this "us" through all of your misbegotten, rotten situations, now forgotten. You call me majestic, I proclaim, I'm your dame. Take you under my ratty, tattered wings on this Jesus, on this Jesus, on this Jesus brilliant day.
3.
Slut shaming, is that the part that doesn’t love me? Know it was from a lonely place. No, I won’t apologize. -before I knew you. Green s' growing in your true blue eyes. When voodoo drums the cadence of your name, I see the entirety of your sweet face change. The horror, oh, the horror Shadows and ceilings, where's the heart? Blackness, blackness and a mote around that witch we love again. Oh, the confidence of ignorant bliss, isn't she delicious? When voodoo drums the cadence of your name, I see the entirety of your sweet face change. C’mere doll and you’ll see just how important I am. We’ll give your pride zen maintenance. Then we love, then we love, when we love again, this time, this time. The man-whore or the boy next door, oh. I've been right where you are before.
4.
And here I am doing a drug you've never heard of, And there I go singing a song not meant for you. And here I am wearing a dress, you've grown absurd, love, And there you are, your jaw has come unglued. I think there's something you should know before you go, before you blow away; I'm naked underneath these clothes, I'm nude underneath my holy soul. Beware, beware, I rise with my red hair and I eat all men like air. And there she go she always blows away, and here I am with my kilt pin and plaid beret. I know there's something I should say, before we go, before we all blow away. The wind's sure picking up out here, at least the water from the tap is clear. I'm naked underneath these clothes. I'm nude underneath my holy soul. Beware, beware, I rise with my red hair and I eat all men like air. I rise, I rise and I rise and I rise How high, how high, how high? I rise, I rise and I rise and I rise How high, how high, how high? I rise, I rise and I rise and I rise How high, how high, how high?
5.
Shooting star into the sea, see other plans for thee. Forces that be or not be force other hands unseen. But very late at night, fixed on the ceiling I, I, I remember who's dealing. I heard you last night across the thick black forest, howling out my name. Never said I was unhappy Just cause’ I can't be tamed, tamed, tamed, tamed. You're your most fierce foe, like, I'm in a deep, deep hole. Ghastly ghost daddy, oh, oh, oh, Oh, oh, oh ,oh, oh. I heard you last night across the thick black forest, howling out my name. Never said I was unhappy Just cause’ I can't be tamed, tamed, tamed on an eve crammed with stars so blue, blue, blue, blue.
6.
Laroche 03:10
Up above heaven poppy curtains close and oh, oh, oh, oh, open, but the son of god, ain't ready to go. Do as you’re told, keep the gilded gates closed. While we wait, with white man's muzak, under scorching sun, set to taxiderm, set to stun. Any good thoughts, hard fought, the wicked ones won. And the moon meets us down here for once, Cause it knows and empathizes with us; It's mouth's in a permanent "Oh", What do I mean? If you don't know, catch up fucker, time is screeching down below. And you with your peace and infrequency, the god spot, innate and hardwired to see, primitive as the urge to come, come, come and go oh, oh, oh, oh. But you can't leave, bones in your head crunch under the weight of another fatso pants business brunch. And I can’t unsee, unsee, unsee the murderous singing three. Polyamorous Adam's and Eve's flew like cockroaches to low-hanging fruit trees and Onto, onto, onto, onto, onto to the next disease. Ease, ease, ease.
7.
Caterwaul 04:58
Do you not have tan-lines love? Why you been away so long? Not so-long. Somebody’s son was touched all wrong but we’re all here for some bloody reason. This crawl is a caterwaul. This crawl is a move, movement. C'mon motor love, c'mon motor, love, love. Do you not have pickup lines? Like mine; I couldn’t help but smile, small. Your face reeled its way to mine, ready or not, sending an ocean. This crawl is a caterwaul. This crawl is a move, movement. C’mon motor, c’mon motor, motor love, love A move, movement and a caterwaul and a rolling around on the floor, and a rolling around on the floor, and a rolling around on the floor.
8.
Tired, Tried 03:29
Tired and Tried and Tired, Now, I'll push this bird right through the sky. Of sheer will, it'll surely glide, I, I, I, I, I've tried, harder than I've ever tried; swallowed pills to grow what later died, counseled lilliputian friends, swaddled up their baby ends. Served up conversations just to chew, to chew, to chew, to chew the fat. Spun up meals on crooked wheels, shined woods with oils, lifted luscious trees and sowed the silty loam-y soils. Lighting scents but not incensed, not tense, I'm past tense and arguments. A faithful friend, fantastic fuck, wifey, sage smudging schmuck. You spent four years packing it up. Day by day another suitcase, day by another another suitcase, day by day another another suitcase, day by day another another suitcase, day by day another another suitcase, day by day another another suitcase.
9.
Valhalla 03:33
Valhalla, well, holler if you can't find your earth. Mother limber; lost her. Medusa swallowed Odin head first. Sometime before Lazarus came out, after math of after birth. Stopping feeling blockers, Scratching at the dirt, Feeling where it does and does not hurt in that tiny Universe. Sometime before Lazarus came out after math of after birth. Outside of that ribcage, your rage don't don't, don't, don't, don't, come off that strange, no. Ride around, ride around with top down, hmm. Ride around with the top down, hmm. And your head come off and your Jedi mind and your wicked thoughts and your limber mind lost, lost, lost. Stopped the feeling blockers, scratched at the dirt, felt for where it doesn't hurt. You'll hear again, fear again, tear again, revel, wallow, in that tiny universe.
10.
What's our purpose here, you ask? Our roots still in the jar, save for inheriting the earth, we found haven from it in one another's charms. Aphrodite, send me a clue, send me up. I could go any minute now, I could sleep forever. I'm so volatile, roll us away, roll us away. What's the meaning here, you ass? Our heads on the door. Chanting and chanting and chanting subconsciously; I hate it, but I hate it more. Aphrodite, send me a clue send me up. I could go any minute now, I could sleep forever. I'm so volatile, roll us away, roll us away. I fly so high above the couch. Lie down, I'll rub your fears away from this zone, we're all alone, all alone. No Navajo blankets, no tv here, just flesh and bone dear and little mind left to fear here, fear here.
11.
The Tell 04:06
You, you didn't want Mae. You didn't love Mae West. You, you didn't love Mae. You, you didn't love Mae best. And seemingly always advocated for the rest, And seemingly always advocated for the rest. You, you didn't love Mae. You didn't love Mae West, not how Mae needed anyway, yeah -coulda been Betty, Diane, birth or death. Definitely always made her play someone else. Definitely always made her play someone else. And now I'm cutting through arteries Shooting through the neck, through what's left Light imminent waves me past and passed out from the pain, the pain, the pain, of living. And she's dancing in a bloody wedding dress, could've been Mae but wasn't, it wasn't Mae's dress. Wait 4.... It's til death, It's til death, It's til death, It's til death, It's not the death of Mae, you can't have what's left Mae West. Wait 4.... It's til death, It's til death, It's til death, It's til death, It's not the death of Mae, you can't have what's left of Mae West.

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released March 17, 2017

ORATIONS is:
Jess Collins - Vocals.
Paul Morin - Electric and Acoustic Guitars.
Jason Draper - Bass and Melodica.
Matt Chavanne - Drums, Percussion and Toy Piano.
Additionally on this recording:
Aaron Ratajczak - Keyboards.
Rick Wright - Cello.

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 Mario Framingheddu.

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Paul Morin.
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