1. |
Capital Alphabet
03:03
|
|||
|
Siberian smoke, not from the jets overhead
Or our own traffic
The heat wave is over, now back to the real
The capital alphabet spells me D.O.E.
Baby we’re the means of production
So I drag myself up from nothing
Everyday, everyday
Professional paradise I am so bored
Feels like I’m falling through the floor
Straight to the core of the earth
Will I find my people there
Will I find my people there
Can’t sleep keep vigil, best be alert
When the cancer comes around for me
No meditation, nothing but nerves burning bright
Through the endless slump
Professional paradise I am so bored
Feels like I’m falling through the floor
Professional paradise I am so bored
Feels like I’m falling through the floor
Straight to the core of the earth
Will I find my people there
Will I find my people there
Will I find my people there
Things are looking up for the company
They’re looking out for you
Things are looking up for the company
It’s low tide for the high consumer
Things are looking up for the company
They’re gonna buy the moon
Things are looking up for the company
We’ve got a flash sale on single-use plastics
|
||||
2. |
Skirts
03:53
|
|||
|
At the bureau of subordination
It was your first day on the rolls
You showed up on time with your hair done nice
All manicure and gloss
You reminded him of Stephanie
The pretty one from the soaps
She was a governess or an heiress or a war widow
He wasn’t sure, he kept her in the background
With the volume down low
He told you all about Stephanie’s poolside scene
Tanning topless with a loaded gun
Careful girl you’re hurting me
With the buttons of your dress done high against your neck
A man can’t just ignore these things
You keep pretending there’s no tension
And never think to mention
Or thank me for this flattery
Cause in the light you don’t look that much like Stephanie
(You don’t look like much to me)
Always in skirts always make sure the hem hits
Just above the knee
Never bare legs no ladders climbing
Your skin colored stockings
You don’t need to walk much
Heels high enough to show you’re not serious
Never miss the messages
Don’t cry when they kill the messenger
It’s not your job to call the cops
And anyway nobody cares when the boys get loud
You take the cue you take the compliment
And you keep your head down
Careful girl you’re hurting me
With the buttons of your dress done high against your neck
A man can’t just ignore these things
You keep pretending there’s no tension
And never think to mention
Or thank me for this flattery
Cause in the light you don’t look that much like Stephanie
(You don’t look like much to me)
|
||||
3. |
Bleeding My Arms
03:58
|
|||
|
Congratulations baby I’m a new man
Let my ancient tongue split your skin again
And I once thought I had nothing left to regret
And I once let everyone know what I meant
Then I picked up where I left my last secret
Well lately I’ve been better yeah
But I’m still hanging on
By tiny threads of empathy
I know it’s not enough to trust
I know it’s not enough
I told you we couldn’t have survived
Through shipwrecks smallpox and scarlet fever
But I won’t stop bleeding my arms for you
And I won’t let the labors of love wear you down
And I’ll let you leave your bloody boots outside my door
I won’t ask any questions
I’ll just pull you close to me
You know that I’d do anything
I shouldn’t have to be pristine
I shouldn’t have to be
I won’t stop bleeding, bleeding my arms
I won’t stop bleeding, bleeding my arms
I won’t stop bleeding, bleeding my arms
I won’t stop bleeding, bleeding my arms
I won’t stop bleeding, bleeding my arms for you
Bleeding my arms for you
|
||||
4. |
Unnatural
04:14
|
|||
|
She is compact like the powder box you slip into your purse
She comes open when she’s shaken unleashing a dust storm of words
They may not match her persona they are cold and blue and high
They cast a pallor into corners where shadows cannot hide
Don’t fight, don’t fight
And if you find a little mystery just let it lie
She has tasted sips of pleasure from the hand holding the glass
And let the moments pile upon themselves like children in the grass
In the summer when the hours don’t make a difference either way
But the days are left to die and all the children fade away
Don’t fight, don’t fight
And if you find a little mystery just let it lie
Cause it will all be laid plain in time
How nature punishes us all
Though it feels so unnatural
It feels so unnatural
Sex is messy in the morning heavy with riddles and fragile frills
Can’t I let momentum own me can’t I taste a single kill
Can’t I write just one clean line before I must portray the moon
Well thanks for nothing but it’s my fault for not getting back to you
Don’t fight, don’t fight
And if you find a little mystery just let it lie
Cause it will all be laid plain in time
How nature punishes us all
Though it feels so unnatural
It feels so unnatural
It feels so unnatural
It feels so unnatural
In the interchange of light I saw the jack rabbits stand yay high
It feels so unnatural
It feels so unnatural
|
||||
5. |
Country Numbers
03:18
|
|||
|
Dope smiling kicking away the dust
Of the old way home
We can sleep tonight on the rippled shore
Dead soldiers tainting the reservoir
Still waters hide the bodies
Keep calling the country numbers holy
Lots of folks have gone not only your family and heroes
Miracle baby prove yourself
Leave a little light for the rest of us
We were not meant to be known for things
Don’t rub it in our faces
Obscurity is a natural placement
And some dreams are only for ornament
And you’ll never get the time back
Don’t dye your hair with the blood of babes
Lots of folks have gone not only your family and heroes
Miracle baby prove yourself
Leave a little light for the rest of us
Lots of folks have gone not only your family and heroes
Miracle baby prove yourself
Leave a little light for the rest of us
Corpses of joy on the harpsichord
In dusty violet chambers
We’re here to entertain oh boy
We’re here to entertain
We’re here to entertain
We’re here to entertain
We’re here to entertain oh boy keep calling
|
||||
6. |
Kneeling Angelica
04:41
|
|||
|
I was home alone so I ate like a wolf
Polished all the plates then I smashed them in the sink
Worship now my skin and the way I’m vibrating
Need something to do with my hands with my head
You smelled the perfume like lilies and pine
You saw the wrists pressed white where the ivy climbed
It’s good to be a man on a moonlit night
With your animal right
With your animal right
She will love the tattered and weathered ones
After all the strong men have gone to war
Never had a moment never asked for your time
Transfix yourself in her pixelated eye
You smelled the perfume like lilies and pine
You saw the wrists pressed white where the ivy climbed
It’s good to be a man on a moonlit night
With your animal right
With your animal right
With your animal right
And the way that you die will be somebody’s warning
The way that you die will be somebody’s warning
The way that you die will be somebody’s warning
Oh kneeling Angelica why girl
Kneeling Angelica why
|
||||
7. |
Dragging Days
03:32
|
|||
|
You never know what thread somebody’s hanging on by
You never know which string is set to break
And the gentlest bend could be all it takes
For the faint of heart
To hear the call to take the dragging days away
Cold fingers buried in the morning
Minimum wage
They’ll pay the men with shovels joking as they toss the dirt on
To seal my fate in time and space
I blazed my way through forests and I drank dry counties
But I never did find the sheath to fit my sword
But it’s a little bit late to start getting bored
I’m gonna take the stairs in the cupboard
Only way to make it out is up
But I guess I’ll hang around for a resurrection
New blood in my veins
Cause I’ve got dreams like pharmaceutical erections
They won’t fade despite my age
You never know what thread somebody’s hanging on by
You never know which string is set to break
And the gentlest bend could be all it takes
For the faint of heart
To hear the call to take the dragging days away
I miss the pain it’s strange
Only your boredom stays the same
Only dragging the days away
Only your boredom stays the same
|
||||
8. |
Distant Lawns
03:13
|
|||
|
I could tell you some stories about
People who just kept going
No matter how bad it got
The girl who worked a thousand jobs
And the boy who never broke the law
And a simple lust that doesn’t even have a mind of its own to stop
It bled like bliss and came in for a kiss and look where you woke up
In a crystal town where time goes steady we’re living off the lawn
And other people are only smoke and laughter echoing soft
If we stay in this town long enough
It could turn into Los Angeles
The real estate the heat
The sprawl the vivid dreams
When we dream will we dream about leaving
And we can’t keep it honest for a minute we wouldn’t want to spoil the scene
But don’t you feel it maybe it’s the best that we’re ever going to be
It’s a strange relief
It’s a strange relief
It’s a strange relief
In a crystal town where time goes steady we’re living off the lawn
And other people are only smoke and laughter echoing soft
A crystal town where time goes steady we’re living off the lawn
And other people are only smoke and laughter echoing softly
From other distant lawns
From other distant lawns
|
||||
9. |
Saucer Eyes
05:20
|
|||
|
On the day when the dead earth rose
Jennie Cross’s girl was six years old
Saucer eyes, mud in the sky
Sent all the old dogs back to the wolves
Each transaction feels just like another transaction
Feels just like another transaction
Feels just like another transaction
We keep living in the register gaining experience
Wait for the directives
No mourning, no mourning
(Jennie come clean where is your daughter
Begging bread and treading water
Is she coming back in the morning
Draped in furs and dripping honey)
I don’t need no moral compass
When horizon lines swell black and blue
But my blood beats back all of my senses
When I raise my rifle to you
Each transaction feels just like another transaction
Feels just like another transaction
Feels just like another transaction
Sign the line and drop dead
No beginning no end
No mourning, no mourning
Do you like to dance
Well good for you
But I never could get carried away
I never could get carried away
I never could get carried away
No mourning
No mourning
No mourning
|
||||
10. |
Elements
04:02
|
|||
|
I was living in a small house
Abandoned by strangers
Counted days from the fallout
But I didn’t have to speak
And I didn’t have to think
Though I kept a holy mess inside my mind
Climb the ladder to the bedroom
A mattress and blankets
Light the stove in the kitchen
Set the whole mess up in flames
With a pile of picture frames
And the windows bend a bit before they break
I burned myself on the elements
The twisting forms of the narrative arc
The diving birds, the singing firmament
The rush against my skin
Til I stopped running
Til I stopped running
And I might just leave my hair down
Or pinned tight or braided
Or shorn clean in the summer
With no one there to want me
To put on the pretty things
Though I’ve kept the old lace on the vanity
I burned myself on the elements
The twisting forms of the narrative arc
The diving birds, the singing firmament
The rush against my skin
Til I stopped running
Til I stopped running
Til I stopped running
Til I stopped running
Stow the children in the cupboard
And tell them shut their mouths
|
||||
Loose Wing Seattle, Washington
Claire Tucker: Guitar, Vocals, Keys
Jack Peters: Bass
Aimee Zoe: Drums
Bill Patton: Guitar, Pedal Steel
If you like Loose Wing, you may also like:
Same Old Hunters
by Claire Tucker
supported by 9 fans who also own “Miracle Baby”
These recordings feel knowingly classic but gently break through to make their own impression. Truly well crafted/produced songs with the right blend of skilled instrumentation and expressive lyricism. Mary of Rain and Tickets and Tapes are my favorites.
go to album
Interior Monolith
by Claire Tucker
supported by 5 fans who also own “Miracle Baby”
go to album
Connected Heavens
by Guest Directors
supported by 4 fans who also own “Miracle Baby”
This is Just an Incredible, and Totally Awesome E.P.! Imagine when You have Great Musical expectations and You see them Exceeded by a Work Of (He)Art. well, This is the case. This happen when Heavens Connect the Worlds with such Grace and Magnificence. Love You all, with the Greatest Hug from Italy!
go to album
Every Bird Ever [Album]
by Ilithios
The new record from Brooklyn indie group Ilithios is full of big-hearted songs with the hooks to match.
go to album
Sweeney's soulful psych-pop slinks in, saddles up to the mic, charms the crowd, and goes out on a high note.
go to album
Continue Normal Living
by Absent City
Dreamy, intricate guitar pop from Oakland's Absent City; splashes of accordion, sitar, lap steel, and mandolin add textural richness.
go to album
Check the Forecast
by Model Shop
supported by 4 fans who also own “Miracle Baby”
go to album
