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Released Mar 20 2010
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TAVO CARBONE - voice, guitars, piano on 3, vibraphone/chimes on 7
MATTHEW SCOTT - bass, voice, orchestra drum on 11
HEATHER SOMMERLAD - violin, voice on 5
ADELE MORI - cello, voice on 5
JJ BECK - drum kit, piano on 7 and 10, glockenspiel on 8
MICHAEL CHINWORTH - keyboard, voice, accordion, piano on 5
JOHN EAGLE - french Horn, voice on 5
SAM CLEMENT - 12-string acoustic guitar on 3, el. guitar on 8
TREVOR WILSON - harp on 11
Recorded in April 2009 at MagMA studios in Greenpoint Brooklyn by Ben Mayock. Further production at Mother West Studios in Manhattan by JJ Beck
released March 20, 2010
"Music that maintains its mystery is often far more effective, and Carbone does exactly that here. A Brooklyn native, met his bandmates during College in Vermont. The members have been playing Carbone’s songs together in various forms since 2005. You can hear the chemistry between the musicians almost immediately upon listening- The live performances are impressively faithful to the record without losing any of the feeling of fun and spontaneity" - Amp Eater Review
"Refreshingly off-beat, old time-y folk pop" - Paper Garden Records
"Drummer J.J. Beck‘s engineering really shines through on this record. You’ve got to catch them live at some point this fall" - Dipped in Dollars
John Eagle: French horn ('as I climb', 'blue boats...', 'in the morning', 'phone booth', 'numbers...', 'after...'), voice ('blue boats' middle vocal section)
Adele Mori: cello ('as I climb', 'blue boats...', 'in the morning', 'phone booth'), voice ('blue boats' middle vocal section)
Sam Clement: guitar (Nashville acoustic on final 'as I climb' chorus / vibes and mandolin (end of 'as I walked away) / electric guitar ('phone booth'), voice ('blue boats' middle vocal section)
Trevor Wilson: harp ('blue boats...', 'numbers...')
Allen Shawn: piano ('sophia', end of 'phone booth', 'after the rain')
Kaori Washiyama: violin (end of 'phone booth', 'after the rain')
Bruce Williamson: bass clarinet ('sophia', 'after the rain')
Sylvia Lou: cello ('sophia', end of 'phone booth', 'after the rain')
Tavo Carbone: orchestra drum and chimes ('blue boats...', 'in the morning'), piano ('as I climb', 'numbers...'), xylophone ('in the morning')
JJ Beck: melody harp ('in the woods', 'phone booth'), toy marimba ('in the woods'), percussion, chord organ ('phone booth')
Heather Sommerlad: voice ('blue boats...')
Michael Chinworth: sound tubing ('blue boats...')
Matthew Scott: voice, bass, Portuguese Guitar ('in the woods'), orchestra drum ('numbers...')
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( i : Tumbleweeding / As I Climb )
Don't look down past the tightrope-
Someone is falling down past the windows, looking in on lives they didn't have.
Keep walking the line- just tiptoe gently and no one will know the difference.
Back in bed asleep by dawn with the crickets on the lawn.
Their songs sung keep some younger than most.
I have seen the raven flipping you the middle claw and touched his feathers worn and wrinkled, singeing by the fire.
I count one broken nail and two dimples that are stapled on- it wasn't just the pillow you chose to lay on- you're spinning out of control.
We will keep the tea on while you are gone,
Back in bed asleep by dawn with the crickets on the lawn who's songs sung keep some younger than most.
One by one why dial your friends all out on the weekend if you still wish for them to calm you so subtly in their way over nothing that you won't do alone?
Out of time.
Now's the time.
...Alright, as I climb in the horse's mouth there-
Oh then the phone is ringing for somebody else's long day.
I may be coming down with a bit of a cold.
Out of time?
Now's the time.
Down the hall into a room, some may knock.
Some might run out of things to say.
Out of time; Now's the time.
( ii : In the Woods / Blue Boats on Black Lakes )
In the woods I walked on an afternoon after before.
The time was too short so now I'm counting money but knocking on locked doors, not old enough to know.
I've been wearing a watch since the mile we walked and
Now that time is ticking I don't know what is left to sweep, but
No matter how I sweep the dust grows higher than the door.
Not old enough to know.
I heard someone fell apart on the radio.
While out to lunch some years ago white lights went on to signal blue boats on black lakes and the white lies went sinking like a stone.
Could you meet me down the well where crickets tell time in song?
Your hair turned to water in my hand.
( iii : In the Morning / As I Walked Away / Phone Booth )
Every night I've been hiding in the dark where no one else can see me and when the sun returns I will keep my head down and whisper softly to myself.
Yes, today will be different from all the rest (I have not a clue why)!
If any small thing goes wrong we will all start to scream.
How long must the rain keep falling on our heads?
I am about to go out of my mind.
As you fell down from the sky to the ground I tried waving to you but the season pulled on me and I couldn't help you and the trees won't cry leaves the same anymore.
I wonder how they look to you, who offered her hand a long time ago?
I punched it for inspiration and locked it up in a box underground.
Please tell me how these days are for you.
Over the hill and into the valley you ran.
You are running as fast as you can.
When somebody calls to get you out of a corner
You're in the phone booth but can't find the costume to change into.
Now there are flowers growing from your eyes.
You fall fast asleep in the meadow when all the snow falls in time with the clock.
( iv : Thin Branches / Crow Song / Numbers Shapes and Signs )
There's a branch that you're hanging from-
The birds and bears won't catch you.
Keep your feet on the ground...keep your feet on the ground, now.
Back in town they will never stop to help you out but don't let it bring you down.
April made it's fast approach to your door: keep it with you now.
A crow has lost its way up high among the clouds and may never again be found but I will sing to you no matter how the wind wants to blow.
No one has the means to say what will be.
My love, I now sing to you.
Although spring won't find me on the floor kissing toes one by one as I would do, the fall will have it soon be cold in everyone's bones.
Keep it with you now: I will sing to you no matter how the wind wants to blow.
No one has the means to say what will be.
My love I now sing to you.
What is all this space meaning now?
Oh my goodness gracious! What is all this space?
Here's a kick in my ass that makes me smile again.
How do you smell now?
Is there ever any moment's pause?
I'd kiss you again but with a distance that may not be my best.
When things pick up we'll spend some time again.
My, oh, my, oh, my.
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