1. |
Black Sun
04:20
|
|||
|
We think
In circles
And we run
Those cycles
I make Sun-titles
for the coming days
Chorus:
And a seashore
May swallow the sun
We're a racecourse
Sunhorses run
Moonrise
Moonfall
Sunwise
Turn
Hearing them,
Seeing them,
Mourn
Tonight
the moon is
a silver
rock kestral
high up the tower
of Notre Dame
Maybe
The Sun is
a gold bird
within
the black tower
of the soul
Chorus
|
||||
2. |
||||
|
I know a millionaire,
Who's burdened down with care,
A load is on his mind.
He's thinking of the day
When he must pass away
And leave his wealth behind.
I haven't any gold
To leave when I grow old,
Somehow it passed me by.
I'm very poor, but still
I'll leave a precious will
When I must say goodbye.
Chorus:
I'll leave the sunshine to the flowers,
I'll leave the spring time to the trees;
And to the old folks I'll leave the mem'ries
Of a baby upon their knees.
I'll leave the night time to the dreamers,
I'll leave the song birds to the blind;
I'll leave the moon above to those in love,
When I leave the world behind,
When I leave the world behind.
To ev'ry wrinkled face
I'l leave a fireplace,
To paint their fav'rite scene,
Within the golden rays,
Scenes of their childhood days,
When they were sweet sixteen.
I'll leave them each a song
To sing the whole day long,
As toward the end they plod.
To every broken heart
With sorrow torn apart,
I'll leave the love of God.
Chorus
|
||||
3. |
||||
4. |
The Blues of Erich Zann
04:08
|
|||
|
Could be the shadow of Sacré-Cœur
In the Château Rouge
Could be on the Rue d'Auseil
And it would still be true
Any place is weary
Without my watch and you
When I look out I see no city spread below
And I see no street down which I'd go
When I look out I see no city spread below
And I see no street down which I'd go
I think I may have found myself outside my life
Without a home
Without a home
Might be we should start again
Far out in the west
But you have taken every thing
And piece that I possessed
And all I have now is the heart
That's pumping in my chest
It could be the Rue d'Auseil
Or Lennox Avenue
Could be at the Gilman house,
Or Miskatonic U
Any place is dreary
Without the time and you
When I look out I see no city spread below
And I see no street down which I'd go
I think I may have found myself outside my life
Without a home
Without a home
|
||||
5. |
In the Deep Dark
04:57
|
|||
|
The present world derives from the wreck of another. That world's shape is not knowable to us, but we can tell its beginning.
The momentum of time presses upon the burnt-out remains of the world,
Away with this change of times, then upwards again.
Time is sunless so far, with a dull light,
Unsteady, as in dim moon-shimmer
from out Makalii's night-dark veil of cloud
Thrills, shadowlike, the outlines of the future world,
The beginning of darkness from the depths of the abyss,
The ur-beginning of night from night
From far away, far, far away,
Far from the distance of the sun, far from the distance of the night,
Yet night all around.
Life springs from the shadowy abyss and dark night. Then appears life. At first the lowly zoophytes and corals come into being, and these are followed by worms and shellfish, each type to conquer and destroy its predecessor. As type follows type, the accumulating slime of their decay raises the land above the waters, and Black Night and Widespread Night give birth to leafy plants and to insects and birds, while in the darkness the first faint glimmering of day appears. The sea brings forth its higher forms, and in the dim twilight monstrous creatures creep in the mud. And finally, the turmoil and uproar having subsided, from peace and quiet, fructified by the now-brilliant light, woman is born, and also man. And in the darkness, in the deep waters, as spectator of all, swims the octopus, the only survivor from an earlier world.
|
||||
6. |
||||
|
We exist in a world of two: Us and God.
We feel God beneath us,
embracing us and bringing us in closer
to a point in space from which He emanates and unfurls Himself.
Chorus:
If you see us sitting there
Tentacles everywhere
We don't mind
Finding the time
We play with God.
God feeds us and comforts us with His appendages,
God hurts us with them when we go where we should not.
We love God.
We fear God equally.
He is a multiplex asylum,
His sand fabric a loving hearth,
and when we conflate cogs in His inscrutable machinery
and insult Him with our callow assumptions,
He bites us hard with His shrouded claws,
but when He tightens around us
as we move into God’s atrium,
we know He loves us dearly.
Chorus
We drift through God’s cerulean skies,
and where the sky ends,
when the day’s glow’s dimming,
a sanguine refraction ripples through the æther,
darkening deeper into His abyssal spirit.
Still, He is a playground of dials,
a clockwork cosmos,
a whorl of color and not,
a singular aquarium,
and when we lay upon His stone bosom and gray ourself,
We can almost join into Him.
Chorus
|
||||
7. |
Prelude in 19-TET D
01:49
|
|||
8. |
She Who Saw the Abyss
03:58
|
|||
|
Verse 1:
Lugal-gabadgar, lets hear your singing
Lugal-gabadgar, tune up your strings
Lugal-gabadgar, we're hunting cattle
All night
Chorus:
Says you
Says you
See Taurus
The Great Bull
He won't let you go
I won't let you go
to judge the men
to judge the world
to rule the men
to rule the world
Verse 2:
I will leave its corpse in the highway
I will leave its guts in the square
I will make its horns into glasses
to drink from
Verse 3:
Lugal-gabadgar, bring me my hatchet
Lugal-gabadgar, bring me my sword
Lugal-gabadgar, we're hunting
The Great Bull
Chorus
Verse 4
I will cut its thigh from its body
I will leave its guts in the square
I will make its blood into
rivers
Chorus & Verse 5
They will leave its corpse in the highway
They will leave its guts in the square
I will make its horns into glasses
to drink from
|
||||
9. |
Fanfare for the Xenoi
00:42
|
|||
10. |
Good Morning, Goodnight
03:16
|
|||
|
The alarm is going off
It reads 10:13 AM
But I'm not feeling eager today
I'd much rather stay where I am
I've been up and working since ten
And tomorrow I'll do it again
And although fourteen minutes of work might seem slight
I must wish you good morning, good night
I have meetings I have to sleep through
About sixteen more hours should do
Close the blinds and turn off the light
And I'll wish you good morning, goodnight
And when I dream I'll be dreaming of you
Slow dancing for the Paris Review
They'll remark on the heat, on your body, on your feet,
On your well-chosen color of blue
And after we'll dance through the day
Till reporters carry us away
We'll return to our bed and reenter our heads
And when we finally wake up, we'll say:
I'm not ready to get up just yet
Cause there's not enough coffee, I'll bet
And while by now it might seem trite
I will wish you good morning, goodnight!
Now I'm finished with seeing the sun
I'm fatigued, I'm exhausted, I'm done!
So I'll lie down in bed and I'll hold you so tight
And I'll say: good morning, good night!
|
||||
Colin WB Foley Sacramento, California
Strange music for strange people. Mashup albums available at drive.google.com/drive/folders/1SPll1TWXGxmYq1ftGGSzZoXrodtqL11P
If you like Colin WB Foley, you may also like:
A dark folk debut from Montreal’s Brigitte Naggar.
go to album
featured on Bandcamp Radio Aug 2, 2016
go to album
The latest album from Erica Eso straddles the line between pop record and art project.
go to album
On their latest LP, Mogwai broaden their palette with rich synths and icy grooves.
go to album
The hard-hitting, genre-agnostic songs on the latest from Dan Webb were inspired by conversations he had with a wide range of musicians.
go to album
Confluence
by Greg Dallas & Jan Esbra
Sail away on these foamy atmospheric electronic tracks that swell and expand slowly and patiently.
go to album
Primarily recorded in a single day, the explosive new album from Australian experimentalists Tangents is a love letter to improvised chaos.
go to album
