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Clara

by Stomacher

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1.
i know i suffer under your grief. done up in leather you set me free. but i am the picture locked in the frame only a memory but somehow we are the same. its no ones heaven but mine with my fingers dig in your thighs. i've got the moonlight blues. i hear you coming up from the stairs. board up the windows but never repair. wandering vines, a creature i know and i'm lingering long after you're gone. tell me whats out there baby where three roads meet. black hooded cloaked coachman i'm your horse to lead. its no ones heaven but mine with my fingers dig in your thighs. where the bees feast there will i, in a world thats better than here.
2.
Motel 03:50
baby i know where you are, i'm coming. in the desert under the stars, for you. you're broken down in the dirt of a motel. and i'm driving a vacant road to you. get in the car my lover part with one kiss now. get in the car my lover now. pure in your summer dress, we're moving. are you lonely between your legs? i'm sure. blood running around your neck, i take pictures of you. and you're fooling the camera lens, you look when someone calls you baby and someone calls your phone. baby i know where you, i'm running underneath the stars, baby i know where you are always.
3.
theres a very bad place inside my mind. its something awful that i'm trying to hide. where the devil grips with a lovers whim. theres a very bad place inside my mind. can i plead a little mercy from you, and leave me a raincoat for the storm. theres a very bad place inside my mind. its something awful that i'm trying to hide. where the rain collects ever coming dread. theres a very bad place inside my mind. you hold my fascination when i find you walking home. i won't leave until you're walking with me, i will admit i've got no place to go. i could show a little cruelty baby, when my soul pays the ferryman with your bones. theres a very bad place inside my mind. its something awful should i let it alive. and the weight will kill me but baby i won't mind. theres a very bad place inside my mind. you hold my fascination, its your heart i need to hold. i won't leave until you're walking with me, i will admit i've got no place to go.
4.
Hounds 03:57
my loves an invocation. my loves a wrecking ball. inhaling you at the station, winding you up the walls. a dark road in another city. hoping to reach a phone, but in the morning your heart will find you alone. and i say what i want when i find you alone cause i'm under the gun, you're the happier home. i'm ready. its only love that gives the heart a song. but where in the world is found where it belongs. when i'm ready i will leave. only you know i'm wicked, i follow you in the stalls. bathing out in the west end and washing into the walls. i'm working a way to give you some love in a broken heart, so you were happy in little pieces my love. with a flick of a wand, and a tug on a lease. i'm warming the car, until you're here next to me. I'm ready. i am the voice behind the projectors light, beamed upon your body. i am the haze that haunts all your moonless nights, a fool for your folly. theres those sleeping girls the doors to their bedrooms, lost in the mystery. and the people you love are constantly strangers, bought by their reckless need, when i'm ready i will leave.
5.
madness is occasion tonight. i'm humming along and singing. we're going out darling, put on your shoes. i'm humming along and singing. baby you're sinking in the carnival. heaven is bound beyond the boneyard. no one is watching when you loose control, and nobody's waiting for me. one more envied kiss from your lips. we're leaving them all to darkness, like leaves veering in the wind. in that moment divorced from despair, you are the colors i see. we're humming along and singing. nobody's watching and nobody's waiting for me.
6.
i recall her kitchen walls opened to moonlight halls, and her lips would tease apart the questions on my mind. a last word before you die? do we share the holy rites? more clara bow than doris day i want that acrobat frame. the shadow over me is ten feet high and carries me onto the grave. but where you run is where i follow. i'm drifting further now, into the dirt. wherein the junipers would hide me from her sight. hesperian fruit, under her fingernails. i'm always the one to crawl when she won't but I feel love. i saw you in a feature with a flower in your hair, i dreamed the million happy years we'd share.
7.
the whole county's burning lamps while approaching the lake. and carrying in my arms my beloved. and she's covered in a clothe barely bit by the breeze, and i'm holding back the tears. i dig, i'm kicking up the dirt. i'll follow you down. follow you where you go. i'm stretching out my money with a two dollar bill, while he sits me in a chair and says i'm owing him still. theres nothing for me here, nothing for me to hold. i'm just turning over years. if i pull you from the ground to the air and dress you in wires, i could prop you up and dance like we used too, when we were young. im waiting in the silence at the foot of your house and pulling at the stones where you're hiding. i'm wishing for the ground to swallow me whole and deliver me home.
8.
i spent three long days by the flower cart. three days waiting for you. it was a spring day and it started to rain and your scent drifted over to me. i follow down to a corridor, a pedestrian walk through the stone. after thirteen stairs i started to hear your footsteps coming to me. i spent three long days by the flower cart. three days waiting for you. it was a cool day and it started to rain and your scent drifted quickly from me. i follow down to a church. wedding bells beat with bones. my head went back hit the street with a crack and your black wings folded in me.
9.
Real Love 03:56
you've woken from a nightmare, in your summer clothes. and i'm grinning ear to ear, unhinge your soul. your bedroom laved in flowers and golden sun, lets go down to the river and play that devils drum. beat terror into your lovers, dance around the fire. collect your tears and wonders in a cauldron light. i love the spaces when i don't hear your voice but like a storm your coming playing that devils drum. i've got real love i'll take you in love i'll take you higher only the real love i'll take you in. wherever i find you.

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Thank you to all of our families and friends, Ian Pellicci and John Vanderslice at Tiny Telephone,
Stuart Sikes at Elmwood Recording, Howie Weinberg, Mike Romanowski, Rebecca Coseboom, Colby Heyer,
Ryan White, Jeremia Draper and Arian Behzadi. Extra Special Thanks to Nick Shively for all the help
on this record and over the years, Ryan Thornberry for constantly being there to keep us in line, and
Jordan Wheeler for always lending an ear.
Extra Extra Special thanks to Shannon and Amanda for being so patient and supportive.
Extra Extra Extra Thanks to all of our Kickstarter supporters. Without you, there would be no record.

credits

released July 14, 2012

Written, Produced, and Performed by Stomacher
Lyrics by Jarrod Taylor
Recorded by Ian Pellicci at Tiny Telephone in San Francisco, Ca.
Additional Recording by Nick Shively at Earhythmic Studios in Oakland, Ca. and Gulala, Ca.
Mixed by Stuart Sikes at Elmwood Recording in Dallas, Tx.
Additional Mixing by Nick Shively and Stomacher
Mastered by Howie Weinberg (Tracks 3-7,9) and Mike Romanowski (Tracks 1,2,8)
Additional vocals by Rebecca Coseboom (Tracks 1,7,8) courtesy of Stripmall Architecture and DarkDriveClinic
Cover Photo by Arian Behzadi
Design and Layout by Stephen Reinhardt

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