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Factual Past

by Himalayan Bear

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1.
Mariteragi 06:02
Hey Mari it's me what's left of your pastoral memory? to finally see your world through an aerial beauty? Hey Mari it's me a voice coming impossibly from the past a tome on the breeze your calmness, your stoicism is slowing lilting me Do you remember when we tracked 'The Tiger In The Window'? The Last Resort felt totally palatial I remember when we tracked 'The Tiger In The Window' three takes of 'Your Element Will Make It Seem Natural' but just one of 'The Cold Drank My Soul Away Into The Day' How could you Love me so much? You're a patient commissar I think what we need is the cut of a lilting guitar
2.
I've been up drinking all night again all blissed out about the resilient rain I was thinking about a dream last night and you were in it and I dreamt of our resilient reign in our youth take a trip to the upper shores leave this place to the withered gaze although that time is long past now I still agree with you in certain ways oh the sound of your hallowed drums on my sentimental byways I dreamt I was within your entangled terrain and later on I heard Replacements singing Skyway it's 4 am when I dial the phone I hear the sound of the telephone's bray it gives way to your voice's sweet delight "through the night now sinking fast show me something built to last"
3.
Factual Past 05:39
In the midst of the winter the house is still in its slumber but for the rain's soft patter and the room is lowly lit blue in the afternoon's emerging gloom as it changes over. Over and over I emerge from a fitful slumber. My mind, it is rapt. It is a billowing sail. and as the winter planes I founder in the gales of my history. oh brother, the grim caverns of memory was it the constant pursuit of money? or my ceaseless melancholy? our fading esteem of a crystalline dream? and I am wondering is my memory of the past exactly the same as the factual past? I got up and went outside to take in some of the air out in our yard, where in the summer I'd watch the neighbor's dog twitching in a slumber under the beach trees of our street, also beautiful and green. I took a walk down to my favorite shore The wind whipped in my direction I was trying to think of something to say at your wedding love makes a family, a parlour guitar strummed pastorally A cloud of thunder breaks the blue fog of my revelry You in that tie dyed shirt, singing Waltz Of The Wind The tears brined my skin till the record needle wears and the song just sounds like mumbling. On a beach, a Black Pot beach, A shama thrush sang on a tree up above me A shama thrush, ancient vespers sang to dawn's estuary A shama thrush, so tiny that bird barely bent the twig of a tree A shama thrush And there is a thunderless golden light for the blue fog of my mind
4.
Eden Ahbez on screen the cosmic drifter precursor to the summer of the grand paper tiger Eden Ahbez on Screen Eden Ahbez on screen loses all sense of time bucolic life lived beneath the Hollywood sign Eden Ahbez on screen I still do not know the thrill of loneliness But escape is at hand for the traveling man always bend to the woodwinds Eden Ahbez on screen
5.
I am a broken bell I am a turning bell I peel on and on In love bested but in jest I do not peel on and on A house that floats, ain't no boat The chemicals rushing our mind and the early birds of morn have turned these reverent nights into a joke I was feeling faded by A Golden Kingdom Expecting all my memories are fading living in a funeral parlor I was abducted by a bad situation dead flowers in the kitchen shaking rhythms in my head in a mental mis-creation Turned my disintegration into song in a divine joke I was gone, I was feeling as gone as a ghost in a puff of smoke I was feeling faded by A Golden Kingdom Expecting all my memories are failing all my memories are fading in the wind "you're pissing in the wind"
6.
Town 06:55
Mechanical objects they get old and bust they harbor a beautiful menace in their rust the bells of Yorkminster clanging off kilter I noticed their sound then I noticed the blue of the foxgloves around you There's a severed sound to the battered bells peeling on I was always an emotional kid but the desire to sing luxuriated in my bones Your songs would inspire every gilded clown Now they're steeped in a menace as I walk through this piss-ant town (on my way to the old home) There's dust on the wires There's a cascade to the choir's unison and I'm beginning to see the light shaded through the mire of strife Because it's the strife and not the ease that bears the sweeter melody You could try to grab it But this town will disappear it was just a figment your fleeting frontier

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released June 20, 2020

Penny Buckner: Drums
Matt Skillings: Bass
Dan And: Electric Guitar
Patrick Beattie: Organ
Ryan Beattie: Guitar, vocals
recorded at Raincity by Jesse Gander

coverart design by Penny and Ryan

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