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Gaols

by ibid.

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1.
Custodian 03:03
Release me into custody Of a holy somebody Who'd initial the walls with me All words are gaols Fall into the canopy Of a glowing nobody Who'd write upon the walls with me: "All words are gaols."
2.
Brother 03:35
If I found if I If I found myself With a brother if I Had by me a brother We would talk each other Through the nights I would slip him Cups of wine And escaping would only be the half If in this if in If in this there were Another year if Inside us were another year Would we use it as a crutch To lift up Our silken mouths From the dirt? Forgetting why we ever gave it up If my sister if my If my sister came To me with if my Sister were to ask for warmth I would give her all I Owned and wore I would wrap her Up so tight She would never want to get back up
3.
Oh, for the hand of another Oh, for a fresh patch of soil Oh, for an innocent harbor Oh, to be filled up with joy Oh, I've been waiting I'll wait Oh, for the words of another Oh, to be filled up with vigor Like an immaculate soldier Oh, to be rid of this horror Oh, to burst through the first gate Oh, to break with the cold Oh, to be filled up with joy Oh, to be filled up with joy Oh, I've been waiting I'll wait A soft cheek, a warm thought A hot breath on my neck A window in this wall A start to a new law A green eye, a light touch A spill of some red blood / A place at the table For each of my lovers For each of our daughters For each of your mothers A single existence Not meant to deliver Not meant for a shepherd Not meant for a coward A drink of emollient To ease up the chilling To loosen the knots and To put forth this message: That I need a little hand-to-hand A mouth to kiss away the sand This poverty is killing me But it's not money that I need Just, "Love, there is no trouble here." From the lips of a gazer From the maw of my bather A belly to ache with Is not all that much, here Is not something painful Is not what to wish for A reason for moving Towards a new mountain Towards a cold breaker Towards some soft bedding A sign of the morning Has yet to come glisten Has yet to show its face Has yet to announce this: That I need a little something warm A hand to brush away the storm This poverty is killing me But it's not money that I need Just, "Love there is no trouble here." From the lips of a gazer From the maw of my bather
4.
Gelding 03:04
He said to let the dead bury the dead But I think I'll do this one myself No use now for a gelding No use now for a trough Or the well he'd want to drink from Or the shore to which he'd swim So take it all away, I guess Maybe he'll make do No use now for a gelding Gonna die in these fair arms No use now for a gelding Let me bury him myself He said twenty more and I'd have made it I said leave the crunching to the bones No use now for a sparrow No use now for a crone Her hands worn in from washing Her head misused and bare So let it burn away, I guess Maybe she'll be new No use now for a sparrow Gonna die in these fair arms No use now for a sparrow Leave the crunching to the bones
5.
I've seen between my ribs before But I've never been so pale All this love that's held in me Will slip out in the bitter sea Remind me: when again will I feel the warm wind? When again will I be jumped in? When again will I receive a line or call or note— Not a dreamt-up ghost and not a grinned-out hoax But a solid other? Remind me: When again will I know the wonder? If peace of mind is one thing Well this is quite another If my rabbit eyes don't see too well Forgive them, they've been shuttered If it's a blinding that I'm in for Oh, let it be from light A hundred flies are hovering Not one has eaten anything For days So don't go just yet Startle me please, I'm begging you to Please, I'm begging you to startle me Please, I'm kneeling
6.
Volumes 04:38
Your bright face It speaks to me of armor Of armor it speaks to me I don't speak at all Call to me A name and a location Location and a name You won't ever call Let some blood Etched in lead Nothing can pass through it Through it nothing can pass I am made of gold Your bright face It speaks to me of armor Of armor it speaks to me I don't speak at all
7.
I was talking with Laocoön He says he's been doing fine He wants to know what was in your head When you spoke of "terrified" And he asked about your breathing And he asked after your health Wishes he'd let the damn horse through Yeah, he wishes you had no fear Laocoön Sit tight, yeah, I know you'll sit tight Cause walls are what you do When did you forget about the ribbons wrapped around us? Even though they're cut you know they bind like snakes And even though my body's gone you still can see my face So don't you be afraid, don't you dare to be afraid Yeah, I'm harmless Laocoön Keep it light, I know you'll keep it light So light my hands push through The war was over long before the snakes they overtook him The heat is off, the pressure's gone, so be open, open, open Just place your mouth against the wall and watch as it gets broken Just point your words right at my chest and ask a fucking question / Oh, Atreus I think you got it right this time You'll need them for yourself sometime Don't let them go to ruin In your home Keep them safe Keep me safe Oh, Atreus You might have won the war this time You've come to reap and sow and dine Don't let me go to pieces In your arms Cause it's holy If you make it If you drink it to the dregs and then release it If the birds fly From out your loving mouth Then it's holy Oh, so holy Keep them safe Keep me safe Oh, Atreus, I think you'll have to bleed this time
8.
Prescient 03:30
Prescient We were And willful We were And nothing was even trying to make us give out So timeless We stayed And outwards We gave Our money wasn't anything but paper and coin Then trying We shook And running We looked LIke vibrating drops of pure aggregate soul Prescient I was And faithless I was Till believing in this was like a fight with the Rapture So guilty I sought And filtered I thought As the words dribbled out the hole I call a mouth But altered We felt And smarter We knelt Together with the ones who always made us see best Pressured We were But willing We were So now to the drumbeat we'll get ourselves out
9.
Colors 02:27
To eyes to mine Producing colors I could not dream up alone Two eyes to mine Producing colors I could not dream up alone Twin eyes to mine Producing colors I could not dream up alone Two eyes, too mine Producing colors I could not dream up alone

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GAOLS (/dʒeɪlz/):
I. custodian
II. brother
III. innocent harbor/my bather
IV. gelding
V. the warm wind and a blinding
VI. volumes
VII. laocoön/atreus
VIII. prescient
IX. colors

credits

released September 28, 2012

all songs by ibid.
bass, samples, programming, and lead vocals by ibid. additional vocals by ava mattaliano.
all sounds on this album came from gabriel's chest, handclaps, screendoor, showerdoor, pillow, bottle, bedsprings, fan cage, pill bottle, paper sheet, cardboard box, chairback, doorknob, electric bass, gabriel's voice, and ava's voice.
ibid. recorded his parts in july and august 2012 in los angeles, and ava's parts in august in portland.
ava helped write some of her parts.
production, engineering, mixing and mastering by ibid. he did the artwork, too.
thanks to ava, housemates, friends, and family.
ibid. is gabriel mathews.
cold is just heat leaving the body.
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