Recorded at Grand Street Recording in Brooklyn, NY
Engineered by Jake Lummus and mastered by Fred Kevorkian
Written by Alexia Antoniou
Produced and arranged by Mike O’Malley

Alexia Antoniou - vocals and guitar
Mike O’Malley - Irish bouzouki, mellotron, and vocals
Sam Weber - bass

LYRICS
I lick the icicles
Hanging from your window sill 
I'm curled in your cupboard, 
Rattling your sleeping pills
In your living room at night
I find what you hide beneath the couch
I'm waiting on you, lover,
I've got all the time in the world

I'm in your pictures
Hanging down your yellow hall
I'm quiet in your kitchen 
Listening to your phone calls with your mom
In your dirty sheets at night
I touch your hair, I touch your mouth
I'm waiting on you, lover,
I've got all the time in the world

And I don't know why I like you so very much
You look a little like a girl I took to Coney Island once
But that was years ago
She died in '25, or no-
I died in '25
When you weren't even yet alive 
And now you're so, so alive

I lick the icicles
Hanging from your window sill
And in the spring, when they melt,
Do you think you or I will be here?

Lick

Recorded at Grand Street Recording in Brooklyn, NY
Engineered by Jake Lummus and mastered by Fred Kevorkian
Written by Alexia Antoniou
Produced and arranged by Mike O’Malley

Sam Weber - bass
Alexia Antoniou - vocals and guitar
Mike O’Malley - Irish bouzouki, piano, marxophone, percussion, and vocals

LYRICS
Everything burns
Everything burns

I pound on the table
I am spilling the wine
I'm loud, I'm louder than you
Everything burns

I feel very handsome
I feel very tall
I'm standing on my chair now
Everything burns
Everything burns
Everything burns

Everything burns, oh
Everything burns, oh
Everything burns, oh
Everything burns

I tell you, I've seen it
The smoke soft as hair
The almond grove on fire
Everything burns

The boats patched and painted
The plow and the pen
The daisy and the crocus
Everything burns
Everything burns
Everything burns

Everything burns, oh
Everything burns, oh
Everything burns, oh
Everything burns

Try me, try me
I'm a rare good knife
I'd cut you or kiss you
I'd fuck you or fight you
My brother in arms, I would burn
The stars bright and bleeding
The stars bright and bleeding
My brother, the stars, oh, the stars

Everything burns
Everything burns
Everything burns
Everything burns
Everything burns
Everything burns, everything

Bright and Bleeding

"KING LOUIS" LYRICS

I want to know what you say about me, oh
I want to know what you say about me, oh
I want to know what you say about me
When the door is closed 

At Versailles, even the walls have ears 
You know I'd kill to hear 
What you'd say 

I'm King Louis and I love to dance, oh
I'm King Louis, I'm the king of France, oh
I'm King Louis and I love to dance 
But I love to gossip more 

At Versailles, even the walls have ears 
You know I'd kill to hear 
What you'd say 

Oh! Believe you me that I know I can't be everybody's cup of tea 
Oh! But, even so, I'd like to think I'm yours 
Come on whisper into my wanting ear 
Come on, let me know 

I want to know what you say about me
I want to know what you say about me
I want to know what you say about me
When I leave the hall 

Do you say a curse
Or even worse, do you say nothing at all?
There's not enough champagne I could sip 
That would make me slip up and admit 

That I care a bit what you think about me 
C'est la vie 
I wish you'd say you love me 
Oh! 
C'est la vie.

Recorded at Grand Street Recording in Brooklyn, NY 
Engineered By Jake Lummus 
Written By Alexia Antoniou 
Produced and Arranged by Mike O'Malley
Album Art by Lena Chandhok

Alexia Antoniou - Guitar, Vocals 
Mike O'Malley - Bouzouki, Vocals 
Sam Weber - Bass 
Anna Claire Kerr - Harp

King Louis (There's Not Enough Champagne)

"TROY" LYRICS:

I am no Paris 
You, no Menelaus 
I took no blushing 
Bride from your bed 
Troy is burning in your head

But I am no Paris 
I am no Paris 
You, no Menelaus 
You, no Menelaus 
I took no blushing 
Bride from your bed 
Troy is burning in your head

I admit 
That the armor fits
I've been soft and gutless 
Awfully thoughtless 
Like that pretty prince of Troy 
I have been a spoiled boy 
With hands that carelessly destroy 
And wring themselves 
And wring themselves 
And wring themselves 

But I am no Paris 
I am no Paris 
You, no Menelaus 
You, no Menelaus 
I took no blushing 
Bride from your bed 
Troy is burning in your head 

I concede 
I so rarely heed 
Consequences 
Common sense circumspection 
Paris, I can understand 
Consequences can be damned 
To feel curving beneath your hand 
Beloved bones 
Sacred skin 
I breathe it in 

But I am no Paris 
I am no Paris 
You, no Menelaus 
You, no Menelaus 
I took no blushing 
Bride from your bed 
Troy is burning in your head

I am no Paris 
I am no Paris 
You, no Menelaus 
You, no Menelaus 
I took no blushing 
Bride from your bed 
Troy is burning in your head 

But Helen never was a string 
Of amber beads in your treasury 
So no one could steal Helen 
Not even Helen 
Certainly not Paris 
Trojan ghosts, now go to sleep

Recorded at Grand Street Recording in Brooklyn, NY 
Engineered By Jake Lummus 
Written By Alexia Antoniou 
Produced and Arranged by Mike O'Malley
Album Art by Lena Chandhok

CREDITS
Alexia Antoniou - Guitar, Marxophone, Vocals 
Mike O'Malley - Bouzouki, Vocals 
Sam Weber - Bass 
Derek Swink - Drums 
Jeremy Aaron - Violin 
Savannah Rose Jones - Vocals 
Silvana Carranza - Vocals

Troy

"CARTOGRAPHER" LYRICS:

Humble cartographer, yes 
Mumbling 
Bumbling cartographer 
Here to serve your ship, sir 

Lookie, my inks and pens
See how I sharpened them 
My parchment 
Newly sent 
From London, oh 
I am not homesick, no
My home's still out there 
Somewhere 
Someday 
I hope to draw 

Ooowee, three months at sea 
Orange-breath 
No signs yet 
Of scurvy 
Ma would be so proud of me 

Up in my crow's nest, yes 
That's where I do my best 
Imagining 
What I'll see 
When that salted spray 
Finally gives way 
To that 
Secret scented scintillating 
Sacred shaded salivating 
Shore 

(Shore, shore, shore) 

I see it 
Rising out the water 
Like the belly of a bathing god 
I tremble to describe it, yes 
I tremble now 
Inside it 

My god, 
No one ever told me it could ever look like this 
My god, 
No one ever told me it could ever look like this 
How am I 
How am I 
How am I 
How am I supposed to map you 
When my hands can hardly handle handling 
Anything not you 
Not you 
Your dirt 
Your sap 
Your sour trees 
Sweet howling of your breeze 
I am untamed by you 

Earnest cartographer, yes 
Nervous unlearned cartographer 
Wholly unprepared for 

Your wildfire wildflowers 
Dizzy blue witching hours 
Permutations 
Of constellations 
Oh, your wintry streams 
How they flood my dreams 
I wake up shivering 
And wet between 
My hammock 
And the wooden beams 
I rock 
Myself to sleep 

I see you 
Glowing in the moonlight 
You seem to have no borders, no 
I tremble to describe you 
Yes 
I tremble now 
Inside you 

My god, 
No one ever told me it could ever look like this 
My god, 
No one ever told me it could ever look like this 

How am I 
How am I 
How am I 
How am I supposed to map you 
When my hands can hardly handle handling 
Anything not you 
Not you 
Your dirt 
Your sap 
Your sour trees 
Sweet howling of your breeze 
Ooooo I am untamed by you 
Ooooo I am untamed by you 
Oooo 

My god, 
No one ever told me love could ever feel like this 
My god, 
No one ever told me love could ever feel like this

Recorded at Grand Street Recording in Brooklyn, NY 
Engineered By Jake Lummus 
Written By Alexia Antoniou 
Produced and Arranged by Mike O'Malley
Album Art by Lena Chandhok

CREDITS
Alexia Antoniou - Guitar, Vocals 
Mike O'Malley - Bouzouki, Vocals 
Sam Weber - Bass 
Derek Swink - Drums 
Katie Garringer - Oboe 
Jeremy Aaron - Violin

Cartographer

"CALIGULA" LYRICS:

The emperor awoke today 
His golden curls in disarray 
Fever swole his holy brain 
He barely got one sandal laced 

Before he stumbled to the door 
His guards asleep there on the floor 
Stepping down the marble hall 
He braced his arm against the wall 

And all around him bounced the morning light 
All that he could smell was his own skin 
That’s when it hit him 
Like Jove’s lightning 

He said I want to be selfish 
I want to be selfish 
I have held myself upside down 
Like a purse above a crowd 
I feel all emptied out 
And I want to be selfish 

I want to be 
I want to be 
Three black snakes in an olive tree 
And I want to be a charioteer 
With a tattoo on each bicep 
I want to be 
I want to be 
The tallest wave in the Ionian Sea 
Oh, senators, are you hearing me? 
Write this down, you better write this 
Down 
Write this down, you better write this 
Down 

I awoke today to see 
A Caligula in me 
Reclining against my spleen 
Sweating, shouting, shivering 
And all day long, I keep him nice and small 
All night long, he works at growing tall 
That’s when he gets his 
Song in my head 

It goes I want to be selfish 
I want to be selfish 
I have held myself upside down 
Like a purse above a crowd 
I feel all emptied out 
And I want to be selfish 
I want to be selfish 
I have held myself upside down 
Till nothing more came out 
I feel all emptied out 
And I want to be 
I want to be....
I want to be selfish

Recorded at Grand Street Recording in Brooklyn, NY 
Engineered By Jake Lummus 
Written By Alexia Antoniou 
Produced and Arranged by Mike O'Malley
Album Art by Lena Chandhok

CREDITS
Alexia Antoniou - Guitar, Marxophone, Vocals 
Mike O'Malley - Bouzouki, Piano, Mandocello, Percussion, Vocals 
Sam Weber - Bass 
Derek Swink - Drums 
Jeremy Aaron - Violin 
Jon Freeman - Vocals 
Paul Ryan - Vocals

Caligula

"Watering Mouth" was recorded at Dr. Richard's Audio Remedies in Brooklyn, NY.

Written by Alexia Antoniou
Arranged by Mike O'Malley
Engineered by Nick Rapley
Mastered by Jesse Cannon

Alexia Antoniou - Guitar, Vocals
Mike O'Malley - Bouzouki
Sam Weber - Bass
Nick Rapley - Percussion
Jeremy Aaron - Violin
Lenna Pierce - Cello
Silvana Carranza - Vocals
Savannah Jones - Vocals

LYRICS

I am a siren 
I tried to eat Odysseus 
Some nights I still wake with a watering mouth
I am a siren 
I tried to eat Odysseus 
Some nights I still wake with a watering mouth

I’ve had my fill of strong men, wise men, women
Oh! The last it’s true tastes sweetest
But all my sisters can attest
Sisters, tell ‘em that the best
Are the ones you didn’t get the chance to eat yet

And I almost had you
Didn’t I almost have you
I swear your brown eyes said, “My darling, eat me.”

And I could have had you
Could I have had you
Against my brain, I beat the thought
Like I wave upon the rocks
Like a wave upon the rocks

I am a siren 
I tried to eat Odysseus 
Some nights I still wake with a watering mouth
I am a siren 
I tried to eat Odysseus 
Some nights I still wake with a watering mouth

You stood lashed to the mast
Held fast
Sailed past
Your shadow crossed my face
And now I hunger for your sunburned flesh
The gray mesh of your human mind
If I could turn back time
You’d be mine

(The sea is green, green, green
The sea is green like my eyes
The sea is cold, cold, cold
The sea is cold like my heart

I am your siren
Where are you, my love?)

Watering Mouth

"Doctor" was recorded at Dr. Richard's Audio Remedies in Brooklyn, NY.

Written by Alexia Antoniou
Arranged by Mike O'Malley
Engineered by Nick Rapley
Mastered by Jesse Cannon
Album art by Jamiee Foster

Alexia Antoniou - Guitar, Vocals
Mike O'Malley - Bouzouki, Vocals
Sam Weber - Bass
Nick Rapley - Percussion
Jeremy Aaron - Violin
Lenna Pierce - Cello

The first credit I must give: I had the chorus in my head, and was researching historical texts concerning medicine for inspiration when I read an excerpt from the Atharvaveda- one of the oldest Indian texts (dating to around 1500 BC.) and one of the very first in the world to describe medicinal practices, at all, let alone in such gorgeous poetry. The first three lines of the song quote this text, and I am grateful to it for its beauty.

LYRICS

Let marrow be put together with marrow
Let bone be put together with bone
Whatever of the flesh has fallen apart, fallen apart 
Well, just gotta let it grow

And that's what you taught me
Well, that and the wine
Such a helpful anesthesia
I'm anesthetized all the time

And I'm taking my pulse
I'm checking my tongue
Touch myself all over 
I don't know what is wrong

I don't know where it hurts
I don't know where it hurts
I know it hurts real bad
But I don't know where it hurts
I don't know where it hurts

And I am a doctor
That is to say, I am a priest
I'm praying to my body
Begging it please, begging it please to
Stop choosing how to feel for me

And I got my cinnamon
My roots and my seeds
I chew the bark till my spit runs red
And I smell so sweet

And I'm taking my pulse
I'm checking my tongue
Touch myself all over 
I don't know what is wrong

I don't know where it hurts
I don't know where it hurts
I know it hurts real bad
But I don't know where it hurts
I don't know where it hurts

Put your head against my chest
Tell me if you think I'm breathing good

Put your head against my chest
Tell me if you think I'm breathing good

Because I don't know where it hurts
I don't know where it-

Doctor

Recorded at Grand Street Recording in Brooklyn, NY
Engineered by Jake Lummus and mastered by Ken Rich
Written by Alexia Antoniou
Produced and arranged by Mike O’Malley

Alexia Antoniou - vocals and guitar
Mike O’Malley - Irish bouzouki, keys, and vocals
Sam Weber - bass
Michael Sachs - clarinet, bass clarinet, and flute
Derek Swink - drums and percussion

I don’t want to be, I don’t want to be in my mind
I don’t want to be, I don’t want to be in my mind
I don’t want to be, I don’t want to be in my mind
I don’t want to be, I don’t want to be in my mind

Dionysus, peel me like a blood orange
Dionysus, resin in your hair
Honeysuckle crushed beneath your thumbnail
Awful smoke in the air

And the god who comes
And the god who leaves
That’s the god for me
And the god with wine stains
On his teeth 
That’s the god for me

I don’t want to be, I don’t want to be in my mind
I don’t want to be, I don’t want to be in my mind
I don’t want to be, I don’t want to be in my mind
I don’t want to be, I don’t want to be in my mind

Dionysus, beautiful in ivy
Dionysus, buried in a field
Keep me coming back to the window
Is it still my face I find there

And the god who comes
And the god who leaves
That’s the god for me
And the god with bloodstains
On his teeth 
That’s the god for me

I don’t want to be, I don’t want to be in my mind
I don’t want to be, I don’t want to be in my mind
I don’t want to be, I don’t want to be in my mind
I don’t want to be, I don’t want to be in my mind

A Sleeping Place

Dionysus

Recorded at Grand Street Recording in Brooklyn, NY
Engineered by Jake Lummus and mastered by Ken Rich
Written by Alexia Antoniou
Produced and arranged by Mike O’Malley

Alexia Antoniou - vocals and guitar
Mike O’Malley - Irish bouzouki, keys, and vocals
Sam Weber - bass
Michael Sachs - clarinet, bass clarinet, and flute

LYRICS

Well, it's not for swimming
And it's not fit to drink
But I like to walk the Hudson
And have myself a think
Been thinking of the boats
How they're headed home
Home across the water
Bless them, bless-

Everyone's kind to me here
So kind to me here
Took some getting use to
Just like everything do
I keep my hands busy
I keep my hands so busy
Bless them, bless them

But if I'm not careful
If I'm not stern with myself
If I indulge me
If I'm not stern
I might just live in the memory
Like cloth dolls and playthings
I hold us together
I say pretty things
Pretty things

And sometimes I pretend
We are on a long walk
I've only run ahead
I've only run ahead
If I turn my head
I'll see you again

Well, it's not for drinking
and it's not fit to swim
but the girls like the East River
so when we get the whim
I button up their coats
Walk along the coast
Nod to all my ghosts
Bless them, bless them

And if I’m kind to myself
If I’m kind to myself
Don’t think poorly of me
Promise that you’ll write me
If I keep my hands busy
If I keep my hands so busy
Well, bless them, bless them

But if I'm not careful
If I'm not stern with myself
If I indulge me
If I'm not stern
if I'm not careful
If I'm not stern with myself
If I indulge me
If I'm not stern
Bless me bless me
Bless me bless me
Stern with myself

Bridget

Releases March 24th, 2021
Written by Alexia Antoniou
Produced and arranged by Mike O’Malley
Engineered by Jake Lummus and mastered by Ken Rich
Recorded at Grand Street Recording in Brooklyn, NY

Alexia Antoniou - vocals and guitar
Mike O’Malley - Irish bouzouki, keys, and vocals
Sam Weber - bass
Michael Sachs - clarinet, bass clarinet, and flute
Derek Swink - drums and percussion

Art by Alexia Antoniou

LYRICS

Make it beautiful
Make it last
Make it beautiful
Make it last

Somebody tell me I’m not good at this so I can just go home, please
Thank you very much, please
I lay your tools across the bench in the way that you prefer
Chisel, awl, and auger

And I’m ok, I guess, at listening to the things I’m supposed to
Oak for chests and ash for bowls

Make it beautiful
Make it last
Make it beautiful
Make it last

Somebody tell me I’m not good at this so I can just go home, please
Thank you very much, please
I’ve got no masterwork, no masterwork hidden in these hands
Calloused as I am

And the alder remains an unhewn block
And I remain an apprentice
At night, I dream I am a chair

And it’s looking pretty bad but I know I can make it worse
And it’s looking pretty bad but I know I can make it worse
Here go my dumb hands again, oh, oh

Make it beautiful
Make it last
Make it beautiful
Make it last

Somebody tell me I’m not good at this so I can just go home, please
Thank you very much, please
It hurts my feelings to be told that I am doing well
Cedar, birch, and maple

And the alder remains an unhewn block
And I remain, I remain
The apprentice remains an unhewn block
And I remain, I remain
And in my dreams, a perfect chair
Purposeful and strong
Something to be proud of
Something to depend upon

Make it beautiful
Make it

MASTERS

In my Dreams, A Perfect Chair

In My Dreams, a Perfect Chair

Recorded at Grand Street Recording in Brooklyn, NY
Engineered by Jake Lummus and mastered by Ken Rich
Written by Alexia Antoniou
Produced and arranged by Mike O’Malley

Alexia Antoniou - vocals and guitar
Mike O’Malley - Irish bouzouki, keys, and vocals
Sam Weber - bass
Michael Sachs - clarinet, bass clarinet, and flute
Derek Swink - drums and percussion 


LYRICS

Well, I was born right on the beach
I let the waves come and lick my feet
I let the sun settle on me
Like a veil, like I was everybody’s bride

I took an interest from a young age
In certain smells, in certain chemicals
How they could melt upon the brain
Like a cut of honeycomb on the tongue

Come, come on and love me
It’s so nice to need me
I can make you happy
I can make you beg for me
I can make you beg for me
And maybe I will
They’re praying,
“Aphrodite, daughter of the foam
Don’t leave me alone tonight”
They’re singing, 
“Aphrodite, daughter of the foam
Don’t leave me alone tonight- tonight”

And if I press up to your chest
My little ear- you know what I’ll hear?
I’ll hear my own heart become the sea
You’re a seashell, my little seashell

And if you say my name, my name
You say it like a prayer
And if you come, you come
With birds and wine
You better tend my sacred flame
With myrtle and with roses
Cause you want to- don’t you want to?

Come, come on and love me
It’s so nice to need me
I can make you happy
I can make you beg for me
I can make you beg for me
And maybe I will

Birds & Wine

Recorded at Grand Street Recording in Brooklyn, NY
Engineered by Jake Lummus and mastered by Ken Rich
Written by Alexia Antoniou
Produced and arranged by Mike O’Malley

Alexia Antoniou - vocals and guitar
Mike O’Malley - Irish bouzouki, keys, and vocals
Sam Weber - bass

LYRICS

By the toilets of the airplane 
You hold me
The fine folks in rows K-M heard as you
Told me

I will share my grave with you
As you have shared your bed with me
How I hope
Our ribs and our bones
Lace like fingers

Half asleep in flannel sheets
I cling to you
Oh, I could tell your human smell
From the whole feast of the world

And I will share my grave with you
As you have shared your bed with me
How I hope
Our ribs and our bones
Lace like fingers

I’m going to, I going to love you into dust
I’m going to, I going to love you into dust, yes
I’m going to, I going to love you into dust
I must
I must
I-

Fingers

Recorded at Grand Street Recording in Brooklyn, NY
Engineered by Jake Lummus and mastered by Ken Rich
Written by Alexia Antoniou
Produced and arranged by Mike O’Malley

Alexia Antoniou - vocals and guitar
Mike O’Malley - Irish bouzouki, keys, and vocals
Sam Weber - bass
Michael Sachs - clarinet, bass clarinet, and flute
Derek Swink - drums and percussion

LYRICS

And when you go, you go
With the snow in your eyes
You wipe your nose on your sleeve
You realize
All of your clothes smell like me and the children
All of your clothes smell like me and, me and

I’m adding coal to the stove
I’m wiping my hands
Braiding our daughters’ hair
Carefully as
You’re heading west to the state of Ohio
You’re headed west and I don’t know, don’t know

That first night I will lie on my side of the bed
The dark as heavy as a blanket
Upstairs, our neighbors are fucking
Through the walls, I think I hear my name
I hide behind my own teeth 
I hide below my own brain
Where I am struck by the thought that I never knew you
And I am struck by thought that I do not know myself yet

And when I go, I go
Like a tangle of thread
Coming loose in my chest
Blue from the red
I make a dress for the woman downstairs and
I make a dress for the women

I add lace to all our sleeves
I find lace is such a beautiful way to hide a stain
Embroider over the moth holes
Slash the seams of a thing outgrown
I teach my daughters to sew
Shining buttons in tiny rows
And I am struck by the thought that you wouldn’t know us
And I am struck by the thought that you wouldn’t know yourself

And when you go, you go
And when I go, I go

The Dressmaker

Music for falling in love with the ghost in your attic.

Featuring Alexia Antoniou on guitar and lead vocals and Mike O'Malley on Irish bouzouki and harmonies.

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