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Custodian
03:03
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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."
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Brother
03:35
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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
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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
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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
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Gelding
03:04
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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
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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
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Volumes
04:38
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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
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Laocoön/Atreus
07:44
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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
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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
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Prescient
03:30
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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
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Colors
02:27
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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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