the crane wives - scarecrow bones (live)

OH MY FUCKING GOD NEW CRANE WIVES SONG, IM CLINICALLY UNWELL ABOUT IT

Arcturus Beaming⠀♡⠀the crane wives

NOT MY MUSIC

uploadin for me. this will be deleted once the officials come out

Predator -Crane Wives

Song 8 of 10 of The Mechanism's Tales To Be Told Volume 2 album

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08 Lost In The Cosmos - The Mechanisms

Mack and Dusty have finally recorded several of the tunes they play busking on the streets of victoria BC.

Catharsis

from Incredible Distance [EP], released February 9, 2018 
Music & lyrics by Stephan Nance
Stephan Nance - vocals, piano 
Adam Caswell - programming 
Sarah Rosier - cello 
Arrangement - Adam Caswell & Stephan Nance

Lyrics:

The inspirational 
Isn't moving 
Inspiration all died 
I defy 
Edifying texts 
I defy 
Hot air quotational flotationals— 

Quote away. 
Float away. 

Who am I talking to, 
Talking to? 
Imaginary figments in the ICU 
ICU 
I see nothing left to view 
Left to view 
Left 
(Right?) 
Left to view— 

Lungs bereft 
I seek a sunken bubble 
Free dive on empty 
Down to an abyssal depth 
And where the plain 
Intersects with the trench 
I teeter on the edge 
A current blasts 
From behind 
I gasp 
I cast a shadow 
On a shadow 

A Turkey Vulture buddy 
From my littoral days 
Phases in 
All unflappable 
To call the black swirling kettle 
Back together for a 
A whirlwind tour 
Of a marginal sea 
Hover over 
One /ˈneɪvəl/ vessel 
Or another 
Body of 
Human or of water 
Blood exists 
To be discovered. 
I exist 
To be— 
I exist 
To be— 
I exist 
To be! 

I take a breath 
I cast a shadow 
At the moment of 
I take a breath 
I cast a shadow 
At the moment of 
I take a breath 
I cast a shadow 
At the moment of 
I take a breath 
I cast a shadow 
At the moment of—

Left Right Left

from Incredible Distance [EP], released February 9, 2018 
Music & lyrics by Stephan Nance
Stephan Nance - vocals, piano, programming 
Adam Caswell - programming 
Esther Kwak - clarinet 
Dylan Myers - bassoon 
Arrangement - Adam Caswell

Trampoline sensations 
lingering 
I fall asleep 
grinning 
and awake 
grinning 
in awe 
at what I 
see saw 
see saw 
see saw 
see saw... 

It's unreal 
it's unreal 
it's unreal... 
It's unreal 
it's unreal 
it's unreal... 
It's unreal 
it's unreal 
it's un— 

Cornucopia sofa 
so far you are 
treating me A-OK today— 
Eleemosynary celery 
boyar 
born of crimson velvet clay 
born on an inclement Friday 
born in the month of March... 

Tambourine tintinnabulations 
annotating 
birdsong, bee song, 
thumping bunny hearts 
clinging 
in awe 
to what they 
see saw 
see saw 
see saw 
see saw... 

It's unreal 
it's unreal 
it's unreal... 
It's unreal 
it's unreal 
it's unreal... 
It's unreal 
it's unreal 
it's un 
reeling in the Earth 
cartwheel and coincide 
sidewind and surrealize 
Sun reeling in the Earth 
Earth reeling in the Sun 
(parenthetical asides aside) 
Sun and Earth 
having begun 
accrete 
accrue 
accelerate— 
collide... 

Pierce my wrists with your nails, 
pierce my temples with your thorns; 
Revoke my resurrection license, 
I can't bear to be reborn. 
Place me on a bed of shells 
(relics of pistachios) 
within earshot of the sound, 
somewhere over the Narrows…

The Sound Narrows

Someday, 
Maybe ten, maybe twenty years from now, 
There will be a knock at your door. 
There will be a man standing there with a clipboard. 
And you will sign your name on the dotted line. 
The man will hand over 
A parcel bundled up in wool. 
You will look down to consider it; 
You will look up to say thanks, 
And the man will be gone... 

But a plaintive cry will draw your eyes 
To a baby pelican 
Sitting on your welcome mat, 
And the pelican’s eyes will dilate, 
And the eyes of the trees will dilate, 
And you will be a sea anemone: 
You will contract upon this contact. 

Will you feel small? 
And will you feel scared? 
And will you gasp for air 
And find there’s nothing there 
But a fatal mistake? 
Will you finally weigh what you have given 
Against what 
You take and you take and you take and you take. 

Somehow, 
You will think once again of the package in your hands 
You will begin to tug at the wool. 
It will come off easily in pieces, 
But it will cut right through the prints upon your fingers and 
It will pile up around you in a mountain of gauze 
In a car on a hospital train, 
Where the surgeons lack credentials 
And the scalpels are just saws. 

But a plaintive cry will draw your eyes 
To a baby pelican 
Sitting on your welcome mat, 
And the pelican’s eyes will dilate, 
And the eyes of the trees will dilate, 
And you will be a sea anemone: 
You will contract upon this contact. 

Will you open your arms 
To the birds? 
Will you open your arms 
To the trees? 
Will you repast them 
With your own blood? 
Will you finally give back 
The breath that you take? 
(and you take and you take and you take. 
You take and you take and you take and you take.) 

Somewhere, 
Underneath the many years of stinging fibers, 
You will find your gift. 
Will you ever understand what it means?

credits
from A Troubled Piece of Fruit, released 23 July 2012 

Stephan Nance, piano/vocals
Merlin Showalter, drums 
Tim McLaughlin, bass/guitar 
Angelica Sather Hodgetts, cello

Stephan Nance — Paid By Weight

I’m a pretty good guy— 
I scrub behind my ears each morning, 
And I floss every night. 

I care about the environment— 
Nowadays people seem to admire that— 
And yet, 
It’s so hard to find a friend… 

If you don’t drink, 
If you don’t smoke, 
If you don’t wanna poke 
Everything with a pulse, 
You’re a loser, 
A disaster, 
They’re perpetually telling you to grow up faster. 
Well, if that’s what it takes to be cool, 
Someone needs to change the rules. 

I’m impossibly kind— 
I’ll never ever forget your birthday, 
And I’ll always care what’s on your mind. 

I’ll go with you to the fair— 
And maybe if we’re lucky I can win you a bear— 
So where 
Is someone when I need someone there? 

If you don’t drink, 
If you don’t smoke, 
If you don’t wanna poke 
Everything with a pulse, 
You’re a loser, 
A disaster, 
They’re perpetually telling you to grow up faster. 
Well, if that’s what it takes to be cool, 
Someone needs to change the rules. 

I am a vegan, 
And I ride my bicycle whenever I can. 
I’ve got a feeling I could save the world— 
If I had someone to help me… 

Outside on every street 
I pass a multitude of people 
That I’d never wanna meet— 
As they stagger to a place where they’ll carouse all night, 
I just wanna cry and yell at them with all my might, 
I just wanna stop and tell them that it’s not okay 
For them to fritter every second of their life away like that! 
I wanna say, hey! Why can’t you see? 
You don’t know what a party is 
Till you’ve hung out with me… 
We can dance through the puddles in the empty streets 
We can warm up and cuddle in between the sheets 
We can make popcorn on the stove 
We can watch X-men 
Parts one, two, and/or three… 

If you don’t drink, 
If you don’t smoke, 
If you don’t wanna poke 
Everything with a pulse, 
You’re a loser, 
A disaster, 
They’re perpetually telling you to grow up faster. 
Well, if that’s what it takes to be cool, 
Someone needs to change the rules, 
Send me back to elementary school 
So I can play all day in my kiddy pool, 
Never have to worry about how buff I’m not, 
Never have to worry about how tough I’m not, and 
Maybe I won’t even notice whether I am loved or not— 
I dunno. 
I dunno, 
I dunno… 

I don’t know what to do. 
I’m in a quandary 
It’s clear I need somebody 
But I cannot seem to find out who… 

And if they’re anything like me, 
It’s likely that this person would be tricky to see, 
So if you do, 
Would you please refer them to me? 

‘Cause I don’t drink… 
And I don’t smoke… 
But I could brighten up 
Your day with a joke— 
If you let me… 
Once you’ve met me, 
Maybe I can make it so you never want to forget me… 

Maybe we could change the rules.

credits
from A Troubled Piece of Fruit, released 23 July 2012 

Stephan Nance, piano/vocals
Merlin Showalter, drums 
Tim McLaughlin, guitar 
Milo Fultz, bass

Stephan Nance — Song For Losers

White-throated Sparrow
In the winter,
White-fronted Geese
In the winter—
Why white?
Why
Why white?

Snow Bunting
In the winter,
Snowy Owl
In the winter—
Why white?
Why
Snow white?

You know deep down you don’t belong here
Eat and rest and
Sing a noncommittal song here
Then fly flight
Fly fly fly flight
Fly fly fly flight
Fly fly fly flight
Fly fly fly flight


Stephan Nance - vocals, piano, synths
Arrangement by Stephan Nance

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