Through A Window, A Wave

by Cold Clod

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released December 6, 2016

Recorded mostly fall-spring 2015-16 in Keene, NH and Baltimore, MD.
Mixing help from Christina P., Charlie N., Alex S., and Kengo I.-I.
Mastered by Patrick G.
Album art layout help from Jon A.
Available on cassette via Dead Definition.

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Track Name: Spirit Level
You haven't yet put up that wall,
The mortar set so it won't fall.
Your shaking hand, just wait, it'll come:
The balance right, the level plumb.
Track Name: Mannahatta
A hawk on a fence, me on the street.
She's clutching a rat she killed this morning
dead in her feet.
I wonder about what's in between
the hidden swamp and salty marshes
we'll never see.

New Jersey terns nesting at night.
Trickling stream of traffic down the New Jersey 'Pike.
Puddles of rain flow underneath
into the stream beneath the concrete
we'll never see.

Civilization's hanging on an island vacation.
They built a city on a swamp, gathering rubble, hunting coins.
Now their migration's taken over pollination...
pastoral nomads, savages, are coming back home.
Track Name: Bogus Farm Dream
I get home and open up the door to the backyard,
imagine it filled with soil sprouting with new life.
I get home and still there's nothing growing in the beds,
A new life in the seeds I'm holding...

And inside,
our kitchen is filled with everything but what we've grown.
Mason jars are sitting in their boxes collecting dust.
I don't mind, because one day soon we'll have our own land:
A new life in the seeds I'm holding in my hand.

'Til then, I'm home instead

Your body is nourished in the simplest of ways:
digesting the sunlight photosynthesis conveys.
I get home and still there's nothing growing in the beds.
I'll feed you with the seeds I'm holding in my hand.

'Til then, we're home instead
Track Name: Uncarve
Bound up in rock on an outcrop,
a look of stone suddenly sloughs off.
A softening of the body,
a hardening of time.

You can't uncarve
your own block.

I dwell and avoid
Why dwell in a void?

A bowl of bone to eat from each day
the pattern shown in its decay.
"Live free or die," as if it's a choice...
The bowl is mine, the mind its source.

I can't uncarve
my own block

I dwell and avoid
I dwell in a void
Why dwell and avoid?
I dwell in a void
Track Name: Waves
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Track Name: What's Up
We thought that we could live together
and still we live apart

You don't know how I'm doing if you don't ask.
The quiet is soothing... I'll let it pass.
This is more than surviving! We're staying alive.
Some of us are thriving, holding tight.

We thought that we could live together
and still we live apart

On the sidewalk, we could hold up, make some small talk:
"What's up?"

Looking downwards, walking forwards, sharing no words...

"What's up?"
Track Name: Content
I sit and wait for it to take shape.
I don't believe that I can conceive.
Other people: humans, equals.
I know that you are a person too.

If I wait around inside the cave for long enough,
will I see the flame?

My ideas stink! Tell me what you think.
Feeling fine? or sing in E minor?
Little lightbulb, you are delightful!
I feel content in your content.

If I wait around inside the cave for long enough
can I avoid pain?
When I turn around inside the cave
I'll have to feel the flame
without even knowing whether it's real...

certain of knowing how I should feel.

Certain of knowing whether it's real
without even knowing how I should feel.

Not even knowing whether it's real,
certain of knowing how I should feel.


Without even knowing
Track Name: Manifold
River undulating:
thought's I'm creating
and evading.
Freeze-thaw penetrating,
evaporating...
fenestrating?

You are outside, and in the end
we each take ourselves apart and put it back in place.
Through a window is a wave
and the reflected manifold is my own gaze...

...through this light pollution.
Is this an illusion?
or self-collusion?
Infinite disorder!
Is this just order?
or my disorder?!

You are outside, and in the end
we each take ourselves apart and put it back in place.
Through a pupil is the sky
and the seething manifold is my own mind.

You are alive, and in the end
we each take our bodies off and put it back in place.
Through a window is a wave
and the reflected manifold is my own brain.
Track Name: A Window
Track Name: Tragicosmic
The tragedy of being
had left my body reeling
with time unfolding caustically
revealing to me cosmically

that when you're dead
you don't miss
you're just humus.

"Impermanence!" I holler.
The universe feels smaller.
And now that I am stronger,
life feels so much longer.

And when I'm dead
I'll forget
that I was human.

I enjoy time with you.
Frightened by time? I'm through.
I enjoy time with you,
frightened by time...

I'm through.