All the things I feel and think,
Oh, they mean nothing I can believe
Yes, they are lies, so to speak,
coming from a heart cursed to deceive
I'm on a trapeze swing and a tightrope walk
I'm a woman underwater in a padlocked box
You can stare at me till your eyes go cross,
but the answer's a riddle wrapped in a paradox:
What can split the body from the soul?
Or a woman from the one she holds?
A rip and a tear, and there it goes:
everything you know.
And the words I say don't mean a thing
they're gossamer silk lying in a heap
a slippery web dissolved in a week
there's nothing here to keep
I'm cupping my hands to a wisp of smoke
reading my fate in the flame as the flicker grows
I'm staking my name to a toss of bone
arrow-white oracles on the stones
What can split the body from the soul?
Making mushroom clouds and blackest holes
A rip and a tear and there it goes--
Oh, I ever loved what I could not hold...
All the things I feel and think
that they mean nothing, I cannot believe--
that they are lies, so to speak,
coming from a heart cursed to deceive--
I cannot believe
This '71 LP from Yup’ik singer-songwriter John Angaiak, reissued by Light in the Attic, is a must for lovers of spare, tender folk music. Bandcamp New & Notable May 21, 2016
Jurado's upcoming LP completes the trilogy of releases built around a character who has had to disappear from society. Bandcamp New & Notable Dec 18, 2015