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ice olation

by Siena Christie

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1.
trainhouse 02:54
I dream that my house is a train running away with me inside it mornings and sunsets go by hey, where are we going? I dream that I’m putting on clothes brushing my teeth, going to work then I wake up and I’m older but I’m not growing hey, where are we going? I must have bought the wrong ticket and I’ve never been through this no man’s land before can I take this monkey wrench and throw it in someone else’s plans? ’cause I don’t want to ride this trainhouse anymore no, I don’t want to ride this trainhouse anymore I wish I knew how to make something out of the nothing inside me turn on the evening noise hey, where are we going? rest my head on a painted pillow that says to live, laugh, love I was in love with life my heart is broken [chorus] will I break my head if I jump through the exit door? forehead on the window, the houses all start to run and I know in my broken heart I’m one of the lucky ones I dream that my house is a train running away with me inside it I dream that my house is a train running away with me inside it watching the sunsets go by hey, where are we going? I must have bought the wrong ticket and I’ve never been on this common ground before can I take this monkey wrench and turn myself around? ’cause I don’t want to ride this trainhouse anymore no, I don’t want to ride this trainhouse anymore no, I don’t want to ride this trainhouse anymore
2.
dear northland, pretty northland, can I get to know you better? are you blue like me, and could we be a little less alone together? the strange, slumbering towns along your highways gleam with danger and the call of your winding road's in my heart saying, don't be a stranger well, I parked beside the cafe sign and I let the wind blow through me feeling for a moment like a prayer flag with a faded hope for kinship written into me I went in and sat at the counter and a woman brought some coffee there were roses on the porcelain saucer it was once her mother's own, that's what she told me [chorus] on the porch behind a bar, I heard a group of young men talking pouring alcohol across their burning sorrows just as television screens have always taught them and a stranger saw me listening and he told me they'd been miners 'til the antimony mine closed down and became a picture-taking point for hikers [chorus] I was leaning against the hood of my car and the sun was sinking slowly I was breathing in the smell of alder smoke and in all my life I'd never felt so lonely as the sound of country wafted on the wind somebody was singing and confessing that he wanted more folks over been so quiet here since mama went to heaven [chorus]
3.
clusters of daisies, clumps of moss rows of roses, roots and rocks this is the house she built beneath her feet and the faithful soldier who kept her heart the two little dogs they'd walk in the park live in the house she built beneath her feet and in the morning, she looks around closely she listens to the absence of sound winter is coming, but she's not afraid wind, rain, or snow, she'll patiently wait to enter the house she built beneath her feet and in the morning, she looks around closely she listens to the absence of sound sickness is catching, but she's not afraid hell or high water, she'll patiently wait to live in the house she built beneath her feet
4.
someone put this town through the car wash last night the sunshine off the silver streets burns like soap in our eyes day something out of something, still not a soul in sight hey, can you hold me for a second? thanks, continue, I'm all right we always used to wonder whether we'd have killed each other by now well, now that we've found out let's find a patch of grass watch the sun take a bath 'til it drowns in the ocean's hopeless blue my desert island companion you can have the rest of my sandwich and hey, I know I've been a handful but I love you smell of onions and cilantro, follow our noses... mmm, tacos if food supplies run out there's always cannibalism, I suppose but we've been chewing away at each other enough the past few million years or so and we always used to wonder what books and music we might bring well, I guess it never mattered so let's find a patch of grass watch the sun take a bath 'til it drowns as we sing these lonesome blues my desert island companion you're a mirror I never asked for sometimes I'd like to smash you into pieces and I love you I love you I love you
5.
january 04:29
compared to the ghost town we live in this video game sure is pretty the pink sky, the little blue tree spirits hiding in the grass it's one in the morning and it's raining they say you can sleep when you're dead but we are dead, but we can't sleep so we build fires in pixellated land don't go outside, honey the world is crying like a baby when its mama leaves the room stay warm and dry with me beneath the pounding tears of January falling on our roof compared to the news I've been hearing the sound of your voice sure is easy to listen to, even though it sounds kinda sad [chorus] one day there will be light again one day we will come alive again one day we will be all right again compared to the ghost town we live in this video game sure is pretty so let's go live inside of it and never come back 'cause the world is crying like a baby that no one knows how to soothe just hold on tight with me beneath the pounding tears of January falling on our roof one day there will be light again one day we will come alive again one day we will be all right again
6.
why does it comfort me to sit by your grave, Elena Garcia, though I never knew your face? says you left a son behind at only 38 now there’s moss growing from your name well, I wish I could tell you it was all for the best the breathing machines and the beds where no one rests and I don’t want to imagine what went through your mind as your last day turned to night and I know you’re sleeping sound but I wish you could see yourself now ’cause there are fresh red roses on the stone beside you and kind, loving words someone chose to describe you and nature has crowned you the queen of this place there’s a mist that surrounds you and soft spring moss in your name and I heard about you, Christopher, 12 years old when the school shut down you did the same, I’m told I thought I was the lonely one, but now I’m ashamed ’cause there’s moss growing from your name all the pain you must have known well, it seems you’ve passed it on ’cause there are fresh red roses on the stone beside you and kind, loving words someone chose to describe you and nature has crowned you the prince of this place there’s a mist that surrounds you and soft spring moss in your name this is where I come to feel something warm and true and real but I know it’s not for me all I wish to do is see all the fresh red roses on the stones beside you the kind, loving words someone chose to describe you and how nature has made you the saints of this place in the mist that surrounds you and soft spring moss in your names soft spring moss in your names soft spring moss in your names

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written entirely in quarantine during the COVID-19 pandemic, 2020-2021.

dedicated to everybody, especially families & friends of those who have lost their lives to COVID-19.

recorded and produced 100% acoustically, no electronic instruments at all, right here in Dignified Deathlings Studio (aka my music room).

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released April 19, 2021

written, recorded, & produced by me
all performances by me, except where noted on individual tracks
special thanks to R. Hertafeld for their contributions, & for bringing me lots of Mexican food while I was trying to get this thing done

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