photocomfort

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released 03 November 2011
Mixed by Bryce Goggin at Trout Studios (www.troutstudios.com)
Recorded and mastered by Mike Moschetto (www.theofficerecording.com)

Vocals, piano, clarinet, glockenspiel by Justine Bowe
Percussion, bass, guitars, flute by Mike Moschetto
Cello by Clinton Oxford
Trumpet by Sawyer Bernath
Trombone by Lane Schneier
Saxophone by Malcolm Kearns
Violin by Elly Bernstein

All songs written by Justine Bowe

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Track Name: My Mistake
Is it that you don't want me to talk about it
Is it that you just want me to walk around it
20 years old and the passion is gone
You woke up this morning, and there was nothing to want.

Chorus
Well, My my my my my my my mistake, I don't know you anymore

I leave the light on that's why I'll never be quite satisfied
I've dropped all ambition to remain appearing dignified
I leave the light on and all these orphan boys come knocking at my door
But you, you runaway one, no you'll never come home

Chorus
Track Name: Night Sewing
We are the dreams of nightbirds
This is how it is, now, listen:
We are the hopes of lovers
Bottled up inside, like jars full of fireflies we shine

Oh oh ..

Roll it over, push it away with eyes squeezed shut
Holy hell, get me through this night
From the corners of the room, I sigh

It was back to sewing up this quilt again
Back to stitching up these walls and
Healing this whole house, amen

Oh, oh...

The grass bends 'cause we sigh
The world twists when we sway
And I closed eyed sigh and I
Stitch my pain away

But there's a monster,
And it's hiding under my bed...
He's waiting for me, he said

There've been hundreds before
Who've burned up and run
But I'm the perfect
Distance from the sun
Track Name: Holy Ropes
Forgive me but I sleep like a stone now
Forgive me but he drinks like the drowned now
Oh oh oh...

Can't shake the blame can't fight the feeling
The taste of young blood was just too appealing
Oh oh oh...

Chorus
Tie me down with your holy ropes
But cut loose the ballast on my high hopes
My concrete heart would sink me so deeply, ever so quickly,
Oh no...

I thought you walked among friends
Lord knows you walked among death, Oh...

I hope remorse she comes,
Like a memory, she'll come for you

Chorus

Tie me down with your holy ropes

Forgive me but I shine like the saved now
Forgive me but he'll dive like the brave now
Oh, oh...

Pretty and simple, pretty and young
Well my luck will move on to another victim
Oh, oh..

Chorus

But you turn my slander to wine
It's the only water can cool my fire

I dress myself in shame
With the dust of ghosts I'm painting my face

Chorus
Track Name: Wind Fall
I was a singing bottle
With the wind across my mouth
When we tore across the mountain
God sewed it up behind

There are glass birds,
There are broken doves
In the holy rooms
Of the empty halls
And I can't tell which way
Is north after all

So let down your hair
Let it sing down your shoulders

Oh, it can't be seen.

There are glass birds,
There are broken doves
In the holy rooms
Of the empty halls
And I can't tell which way
Is north after all

Your hair....
Track Name: Coal Cave
These hands weren't made to hold to nothin'
Cause this mouth, it was taught to speak its mind
So these arms, weren't made to fold round no one
So this heart, oh it learned to live alone

We scattered our houses
Among the hills and beside the sea
We're the lonely ones
Though we knew love once
Now we just haunt all our castles and dreams

This old one, he'll never know death
He walks among the tombstones and sings of his friends
But religion has died and now the faithless design
The disasters plaguing your TV screens

Chorus
It's predictable in that it's sad
It's predictable it's got a tragic ending
And all the lonely mothers gather round
From every twisted tunnel comes the sound:
A coal black "Hallelujah"

Mystery maker, inventor, creator
Well, forgive me father, but I'm nobody's daughter
The toy maker's a faker and flames catch the paper
From which he first cut my clumsy shape

Pretty and simple and pretty and young
Well my luck will move on to another victim
And what I find then under these wrinkled hands
Is the honesty of my true age

Chorus

His heart was so far gone down that country road
And my light was so long lost in those caves of coal
I used to have my mother's hope rocking my cradle
But I've grown old...

My heartstrings were strumming they strung me up they played them all
My lifelines were humming they hung them up ignored the call
Well, my God's not a fleeting thought, he'll hack the coal and smoke me out
Burn me up and spin me round, I'll start to glow, I'll start to shout...