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Mapping an Absence

by The Warp/The Weft

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1.
A WELCOMING OF OWLS You will seem unique and lovable I will tell you so the next moment I will go back on what I said these long hours with arms raised to your chandelier dusting its crystals The moon now cradling a star it will have been a welcoming of owls one last night siphoned from endless day I have dreamed a field unalterable you will fain plow and sow the next morning I will grow rich with dirt and dread these long hours with arms raised toward the coming year all rust in the cistern The moon now cradling a star it will have been a welcoming of owls one last night sweetens the last old day Loaded down with ore and boredom the waves beyond the window break the oarsmen
2.
BLOOD OF THE HUNT With this lever down, son, this rabbit's yours Never so hard-won--all bruised and sore The skin and the bones aren't the meat; the meat not the blood of the hunt: victory and defeat Life in a fog, and the dogs are bound tonight to an engine dead and unloved in the yard With this simple downspout, we save the rain to irrigate the greens, the fruit, the grains With this lever down, son, the farm is yours and the sluggish land will bear more than ever before
3.
Briars 04:52
BRIARS Dead horse in a one-horse town Dead weight in the night, old bag of dreams Dead horse to marry the frozen ground Deadened sleigh No mighty god No kings Oilcloth saddle bag Canteened mouth watered down, down Two bodies in the briars Head home to the one-horse town Head straight to the light, old burst of fears Head home on the side road long unplowed Head gate iced fast though the river sings
4.
Nebula 04:34
NEBULA Led for lack of dark to believe Orion is trailed by one star and not a full dog, they're belly-up on a rooftop, she has spread a fleece throw against the biting frost. He is pointing out what he could know: the whips and chains there below the belt, or soft lights of an airplane mistaken for stars. This may be their first moment together. After years alone it seems hard for bones to muster instinct, and pleasure hardens like baking-soda stones, unsiftable. He holds a warm palm to her cervix, through to dawn. A grosbeak throng scavenges dangling clusters of suet. Big dreams bad eyes see unclearly: this time last night darkness completely loved them and love tonight holds them snowed-in and starlit.
5.
Alarms 03:17
ALARMS At first blush, your winter sky was all stars: back-lit, full moon-filled, your bell jar. By morning, with thrush song, the work day: cover up for crow's feet and heartache. Undone by alarms in the night, the firemen hosed them down with the house, a charcoal dream against sky. With new love, one hints at what a future holds: hackneyed summer romance, winter cold. Mourning doves mourn along the fence line of white paint and white oak against white pine.
6.
Empty Nests 02:59
EMPTY NESTS Your dream catcher caught the knife tonight. The blade won’t penetrate your eyes, your mind. Who would summon it? The war outside’s turned common, hasn’t it? Isn’t it, isn’t it startling to see the starlings shoot full-flock like a cannonball from the hedge? Isn’t it, isn’t it everything you wanted—the furnace bled and, overhead, a cross-hatching of branches, empty nests. Summoned to sort it out: the night. Your dream catcher caught the knife tonight. The blade doubled back like an uttered phrase that wasn’t right. Who would summon it? The words stall in your throat. Get them out. Here’s a knife. Extricate the dream-speak from the landmines and cannonballs of your cowardice. Isn’t it, isn’t it everything you wanted—the buried dead, the broken bread on a table bruised by elbows and candle wax.
7.
INTO THE MARROW Isn’t it evident that you are all I hold close? With windows open I can hear the death knell from a neighboring chapel. In a drawer I keep a woolen mouse-nest. Beyond the beveled panes of windows I keep snow. I stay up all night to hear the hungry owl, a lonesome coyote’s howl, the voice of a love I don’t know anymore. A kiss as startling and presaging as a bird against the windshield. The blizzard took your foot steps before morning with a rehearsed sigh for the new year, like a cancer already into the marrow.
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Admirable Traits Records
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released July 28, 2017

Musicians:

Trevor Larcheveque - Bass/Vocals
Christian Laura - Drums
Shane Murphy - Vocals/Guitars (Acoustic, Electric, and Lap Steel)
Chris Pellnat - Lead Guitar

Additional Musicians:

David Andersen - Synthesizer/Organ (Tracks 2 & 8)
Robert Caldwell - Hurdy Gurdy (Track 3)

All songs written by Shane Murphy
Dylan Thomas' "Among Those Killed in the Dawn Raid Was a Man Aged a Hundred" is used with permission from Harold Ober Associates
Lyrics © 1971 by The Trustees for the Copyrights of Dylan Thomas

Recorded in September 2016 at Artfarm Recording in Accord, New York
Produced by The Warp/The Weft
Recorded and mixed by David Andersen
Mastered by Alan Douches at West West Side Music

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The Warp/The Weft Poughkeepsie, New York

Blending traditional and avant-garde styles, the warmth of a good wool sweater and the sometimes-bleak cold of an upstate winter, the progressive folk and psychedelia that the band brings to bear is propelled by poetic lyrics and a "spirit-conjuring" lilting tenor that prompted psych-folk legend Tom Rapp (of Pearls Before Swine) to ask, "Can I have your voice when you're through with it?" ... more

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