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Temperate Lands

by The Cradle

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can't find a thing to do can't find reference to the season tried to write a haiku couldn't find reference to the season I made my mind see your face, but there was no snow in the background. there was nothing there at all so I forgot about you I dreamed your face all wrong but somehow it was still you. even though you'd become a girl I still really wanted you
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who can tell what the problem is? something too shameful to look up and down runnin from boredom and biting your tail lying awake and unable to move you're got it in your hands it's in your trembling hands... the moment you wake up, they're rubbing your lamp don't they know you're made out of glass? you feel like the empty matchbox man the look in your eye shows the severance inside you've got it in your hands it's in your trembling hands
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we're over sex we're done fucking our shame we've tried our best now were done with that game I'm overfed each face is a bowl full of milk I crave the image but I hate the taste I'm oversexed every day I learn it again I try to connect and falter at the screen of your skin why do I put this on you?
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Watering 04:57
when I was watering the plants today rainbow flashed in front of my eye nothing happened after that then I thought, "I've been told a lie". nothing happened after that I just sent you sent you something I made. Man at the desk asked me "what's inside?" nothing happened after that I just forgot what I had to hide. nothing happened after that. I was watering the plants today rainbow flashed in front of my eye nothing happened after that Then I knew I'd been told a lie nothing happened after that
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a few hours ago in montgomery alabama nothing important happened far as I know. I was just waiting for my bus. got hungry. walked up the clean streets of a hill sensing towards the center of town. guy I met on the way up to a gas station was just wandering around the clean streets here after a row with his cousin. can’t go back to the house. just takes all my money and spends it himself. and we family. I mean, I work. I work and I come back to the house and he just takes it and spend it himself so we me and my cousin we fought like. yeah, it was bad. no, i’m not making up wi’ him. he kept looking around when he talked to me like he expected someone better to be coming up behind me. He had an oversized red tee shirt on and didn’t look down and out, just down, and i knew he was gonna hit me up for those two dollars. just go make up with your cousin, man. guy can’t force you into a hotel just 'cause you got in a row. but I don’t know the details. I’d been going up the clean streets feeling a little skinny looking for peanuts or something else cheap. went up tallapoosa. turned on cussa. turned onto bibb and laugh out loud. fucking bibb street. after tallapoosa and cussa? and you know tallapoosa and cussa have got to rhyme. can’t just be pronounced cuss-a. for the perfection of my experience to occur these street names have got to rhyme. and i’m nosing for perfection worth a laugh so i’m not looking it up now that i’m in front of a computer and could find out not only the pronunciation of cussa but the etymology too. there’s the gas station. hope the guy in the red shirt figures it out with his cousin. I wish his dad hadn’t died. I see the gas station’s got a food mart and head up there up the clean of the wide street Bibb, giggling at cussa. get chips and peanuts. decide to get the off-brand chips with the monosodium glutinate or whatever msg stands for instead of lay’s dill pickle flavor, for 40 cents less. eat them walking back down cussa where I meet the guy in the red shirt with the residency issue. also the familial issue. turn back onto tallapoosa after I’ve done the talking previously mentioned and get on my bus to Atlanta. there’s a terrible crash on the highway. right side. the wreckage already looks old, it’s so bad torn up. car reduced to metal machine semblance in torn up horrible moment. traffic backed up forever. metal reduced black and grey like animal innards. no organs connecting anything anymore. people dead for sure. death like ancient ruins two hours ago horrible crash so torn up.
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there's a moth in my wine i wanted to tell you i wonder, if I said why I wanted to tell you, it would be a lie?
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Wine Dub 03:55
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Place Five 01:07
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The Fountain 02:20
now you take my eye bring it to my lover give it to her now take out my eye feed it to my lover my only shame is her hunger now you take her lips bring them to her lover I'll drop a word in the water- a word is all that you taught me to offer.

about

Temperate Lands is Paco Cathcart’s 16th release as The Cradle since the genesis of the project almost two years ago. The work represents the continuation of Cathcart’s attempts, beginning with last June’s Drink the Water (Feeding Tube Records), to integrate the project’s core methodology of recording-as-compositional-process into a more traditional songwriting approach and a comparatively cleaner, higher-definition sonic landscape. The idiosyncratically syncretic nature of the music should feel familiar to those already acquainted with Cathcart’s weirder work, such as the long-form, improvisation-heavy pieces from The Handwriting Series or Basketball is Beautiful, while more casual listeners may appreciate how his reliance on premeditation and familiar compositional forms for Temperate Lands has yielded an album that is less relentlessly experimental, but perhaps ultimately more poetic. At least you can hear the words in this one.

The album is rounded out by the contributions of local musicians Ani Ivry-Block (of Palberta) on accordion and vocals and Sammy Weissberg (of The Gradients) on upright bass. Other projects Paco is involved in includes his other band, Big Neck Police, as well as engineering and mixing for bands Palberta, Dog, The Sediment Club, The Gradients and more.

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released January 26, 2016

Ani Ivry-Block - accordion and vocals
Sammy Weissberg - upright bass

All songs written, recorded and engineered by Paco Cathcart

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