Hard Songs to Knit to

by Candlepower Sanctuary

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    "Hard Songs to Knit to" was named such because the Album offers a wide range of textures, and moods. When knitting, preferable listening material includes music that is fairly steady and coherent. So I hear.

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Heaven is a drug-trip without the comedown + a perfect world where we can be who we are + an Apocalyptic Romance + a Reluctant Reincarnation + a riddle.

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released 01 January 2009
Sarah Allison- Backing vocals on "All is well", Ben Brill- Everything else.

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tags: alternative electronic experimental folk psychedelic transcendental alternative art songs artcore psychedelic storytelling trippy Jackson

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Track Name: 03- All is Well
Are ya stuck, are ya stuck there in your bed?
Is it holding you down like a spiderweb?
I'm warning you, warning you. Feel those shakes?
The man of the house is on his way.

He's a generous guy, though just to his own,
Eight cold eyes like polished stones,
warning you warning you, feel those shakes?
The homeowner is on his way.

So Get up, GET UP, touch yourself
get up, touch some one else,
do whatever, whatever it takes,
but don't forget that dream...

Where ya went down to the edge of the water
to see who was swimming.
who's legs were kickin', wingtips were dripping.
Wet with the clearest cleansing water
that purifies every cell,
send the sins down river to rain
on the earth, turning pine trees yellow.

Then ya walk to the top of that hill
to see who was singin'
who's lips were kissing, eyes explain they're tripping
and the sun starts to paint
those high mountain peaks,
and the birds hang still
in that warm, flowing breeze.

Back there on the grass-
tailgate party with no end
coolers full of cocktails that heal
like medicine.
All of heaven's finest blow
could never erode
the tender layer of tissue
between the nostrils of a nose.

Towels on grass, tetherball
laughter sparkles through the air
all feel gods love,
and all is well.
Track Name: 11- Soup Stains
My brother shot a bird
with which to make a soup.
Carrots and onions,
Parsley and salt.
After her body was plucked
of those dark-speckled feather
she lies there naked,
missing her lover.

Chopped/ Diced/ then shredded
into the soup she goes,
and she cries to herself-
no, no, no.

Several hours later
the family attends the supper-

But the bird decides "shitfuck,
I don't dig this fate"
She grabs a pointy bone,
and to work she goes.
The soup contained some noodles
she use them for the thread
with a bone for a needle,
she sows herself together.

The next thing the family knew
she flies out of the soup
spraying salty-spicy liquid
all over the room
she flutters around the halls
leaving soupstains on the walls
then finds an open window
and up she goes.

I don't remember much of that year
cuz I was so young,
icepops and bandaids,
swimming having fun.
I still live in that same house,
my wife and my son,
campfire fishing
swimming having fun.

And the soupstains on the walls
in the westward-facing halls
were never painted over
cuz I love to remember...

ANything can happen.
Track Name: 09- Mr. Scratchy
Hi: My name is Mr. scratchy
I'm quite certain that none of you can catch me
with my spiny arms out
every which way
wait for that breeze to come
and take me away.

All I know is that it
won't be long
till that big breeze comes
and moves us all along
Then, oh then
when our days end
We'll be huddled all together against
a barbed-wire fence.

Feelin' High,
rollin' round

and we'll be
Stomped by elephants,
hooked on truck's fenders,
Kicked by kids,
Stuck in streams,
Dragged down the highway
by the undercarriages of
cars and trucks,
cars and trucks.