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All of My Lakes Lay Frozen Over

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All of My Lakes Lay Frozen Over by Corwin Fox All of my lakes lay frozen over All of my nightmares capsized Sitting here watching you in silence The crackle of the violin Playing for the first time Staring at the fireplace singing: All of my lakes lay frozen over All of my nightmares capsized Sitting here watching you in silence Imagine at the heart of things All the sound you never said Waiting to be born again singing: All of my lakes lay frozen over All of my nightmares capsized Sitting here watching you in silence
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Views from Potsdam by Miss Emily Brown Afraid if I fall asleep in the middle of this party I might find myself in danger If I open my mouth in the middle of this party I might find myself a stranger In the city I was born in I know all the pretty places I return to see the town hall where it always stood In the city I was born in I know all the local faces but I return to learn that my home is no longer here I thought I would fall in love by the River Havel 99 balloons behind my eyes I thought I would walk my dog along the River Havel through the park of no concern under summer skies When we lived in Montreal we had the time of our lives I immigrated there when my friends from Brussels did In the city I was born in I know all the local faces yet I return to learn that my home is no longer here
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Flash Freeze 06:21
Flash Freeze by Miss Emily Brown   I don't care about the bugs, I only want to sit outside the house with you. And don't care our home's begun to lean, I only want to hear your laughter.   I know that it's coming down hard but I'm not going to shut the windows down. There's a bottle here to finish up so mix your words up in a cup and drink to me.   Flash freeze on your hands the Peters child sick in bed and a wolf inside, a wolf inside a wolf inside your sleeping head.   Flash freeze on your hands the tallest fiddler in the band he held your eye and he held your hand drop your fire and smother it dead, drop your fire.   I don't care to be your wife, in fact I don't think you know what you're offering. All the brides lined up to get a seat inside the cage they throw the lions in.   Catch me when I'm weak, when I am sick In winter, or too much smoking the fantasy. Take all that ambition that you feel and go fix something that needs fixing.   Flash freeze on your mind a lightning bolt came right inside My queen was closing the windows down in her nightgown, a sudden storm   Flash freeze on the telephone a haywagon came rushing home A boy was standing on the back with a pitchfork in his hand drop your fire.   Dynamite in the cofferdam less like a lion and more like a lamb. It was first july 1958, over she came with her poker face.   Cut the ribbon on a brand new town, on a brand new life, a brand new sound As coins trickle into a time machine, dive in the river where the old road leads.   Flash freeze on your hands rapids rushing through the canal so loud that you could hardly hear but now they're gone you can't think clear.   Flash freeze on your hands water gallopped over the land Your childhood under water now fifty years depression found you.   Flash freeze on your mind a lighting fork came right inside My queen was closing the windows down in her nightgown, a sudden storm   Flash freeze on the telephone a haywagon came rushing home A boy was standing on the back with a pitchfork in his hand Drop your fire.
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Falcon 02:36
Falcon by Miss Emily Brown Someday I will be a falcon, not just any other bird. I won’t be afraid of money, I’ll always have a room and board. Pick a card from the stack, Woman of the Pentagons with a Falcon on her shoulder, a bunch of grapes in her palm. Man around the campfire cries We’re not dying when we go! He was a priest, now a vendor selling tickets at the show. Smoke went straight up past Orion Songs of wolves drowned out by cellos Someday I will be a falcon, not just any other bird. I won’t be afraid of love or any other ardent word. Pick a card from the stack, Scorpion comes your way riding in on horseback with an offer to make. Michael takes someone’s hand, disappears in the dark and the children fall asleep to the rhythm of the stars. Smoke went straight up past Orion Songs of wolves drowned out by cellos Smoke went straight up past Orion Violins and sweet packed pipes Someday I will be a falcon, not just any other bird. I won’t be afraid of falling in or out of any world.
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Relative Chemistry by Corwin Fox Michael built the boat and sailed away from here Set the course in darkness, watched the shoreline disappear He saw the mountain tooth pierce an empty sky And as the blood drained down his driftbone shelter kept him dry “there must be some kind of way out of here” said the blood to the heart the mind is prickly; unholy trickery the way things fall apart I should have rode the rails when the sun went down Found a ghost and settled in some long-deserted town Michael checks the sky, blue upon the sails Holds a life-preserver when the better weather fails “there must be some kind of way out of here” said the blood to the heart the mind is prickly; unholy trickery the way things fall apart relative chemistries
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Self Surgery 03:30
Self Surgery by Corwin Fox one strong beat the heart is a depth charge for blowing up cages two long feet pillars of pupils that tear through the pages boiling over memory only dismembers me self surgery renders me new golden days the brain has a process for telling good stories old bent ways disciplined praises that celebrate glories tidal waving memory only dismembers me self surgery renders me new
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Old Perfume 05:08
Old Perfume by Miss Emily Brown All wait on this decision, this submission don’t decorate it. She’s my wildest caper I cannot escape her though she cannot see her hand before her face her eyes are sick with shining sick with shining, holy moons and the future is a black, a black black night. The coat is hard to wear soaked in nostalgia - just an old perfume. Don’t decorate it. She’s my wildest caper I cannot escape her though she cannot see her hand before her face her eyes are sick with shining sick with shining, holy moons and the future is a black, a black black night.
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Snow White Town written by Miss Emily Brown Put on my father’s coat Turned on the Christmas lights and I shoveled out the driveway, there was not a car in sight And I did it all with the radio on, that’s where our difference lies He likes the quiet of his thoughts and I like The noise, the fuzz, the voices of the strangers we could know The proof of living life out there not covered up in snow like this snow white town As far as we can tell it has always been this way When our relatives were kids that’s what their relatives would say ‘Cus they were a traveling band and where this birch tree stands they held a ceremony every year, and otherwise they left us alone And all the books in libraries are sticking to their stories but every time I read the name on the sign, I wonder otherwise The noise, the fuzz, the voices of the strangers we could know The proof of living life out there not covered up in snow like this snow white town There was this one story about a farmer’s field When picking rocks to sow the seeds for another hopeful yield They came across an arrowhead and a brown-faced baby doll Sent it in a shoe-box to the town museum I’ve seen it so I know I worked there for two summer in a row and I read the documents they kept inside the cabinets And the books are missing pages, they’re unraveling their threads The men who meet in secret chambers are nearing their end The noise, the fuzz, the voices of the strangers we could know The proof of living life out there not covered up in snow like this snow white town
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When You Come Down by Miss Emily Brown That old can’t get me down reputation is starting to show its cracks around here. But in my house there is no room for your thick skin faking. Around this room count for me a thin smile. When you come down When you come down You know I’m gonna turn your taps on - Always we could laugh or we could cry. I know that you have been affected - too many years in the core and you’ve seen some things would put a hole in me. There’s places I can never go with you. But in my house there is no room for your thick skin. Around this room, count for me a thin smile. When you come down When you come down You know I’m gonna turn your taps on. Always, always, always we could laugh or we could -- You work and work and work and you give ‘til you’ve got none. When you come down When you come down When you come down.
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I'm Gone 03:21
I'm Gone by Corwin Fox up from the northwoods i heard you call set out to meet you one perfect fall the city tilted and shook us west me and my brothers, at your request don't mind me, i'm gone through my treeline on and on don't mind me, i'm gone down by the river come swirling fast "will you come with me?" i heard you ask i sat and waited all holy day i know you saw me but wouldn't stay don't mind me, i'm gone take my sweet time on and on don't mind me, i'm gone through my treeline on and on don't mind me, i'm gone i hear your footsteps, i know your looks i play your records, i read your books and when i meet you quicksilver moon sit down beside me and sing a tune don't mind me, i'm gone make my beeline on and on don't mind me, i'm gone take my sweet time on and on don't mind me, i'm gone through my treeline on and on don't mind me, i'm gone take my sweet time on and on don't mind me, i'm gone
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Hunter’s Moon by Miss Emily Brown I’ve got an old jealous mother in law Every woman she meets is a shadow eclipsing her son I don’t care as long as she is good to our little one But it’s a hunter’s moon after the harvest is done, a hunter’s moon and I am the hunted one. I know the road and I’d leave if I could go but the rent is paid, the tank is filled with oil. I’d rather live my days in fantasy, turning pages than give in to the bitter queen with the poison apple. I heard about a woman like her, could prick your finger I heard about a woman like her, deadly splinter I heard about a woman like her, could lock you in a tower And it’s a hunter’s moon after the harvest is done a hunter’s moon and I got it comin. I’ve got an old jealous mother in law. If I can love her I can overcome her.
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The Bleeding Place by Corwin Fox Cars careen down winding roads Hydroplane on waters slicks Ancient trees in deadly rows Bury bones in bark and sticks Oh, my thoughts taste like a thirst no water could erase Only years and years of tidal waves would have worked to cleanse this bleeding place Home alone at night again Loneliness, true love’s a friend Wedding ink corrodes the pen Skin the tattoo holds within Oh, my thoughts taste like a thirst no water could erase Only years and years of tidal waves would have worked to cleanse this bleeding place Work the night and sleep the day Eyes and taillights black and red Violence’s soliloquy Snakes that violate the bed Oh, my thoughts taste like a thirst no water could erase Only years and years of tidal waves would have worked to cleanse this bleeding place Caught between the sweaty sheets Burning like a prairie sun Guilty flesh and pleasure meet Steel exploding from a gun Rooted here a thousand years trunk to trunk we seek the sky Watered by our prior tears seeds of fruit were born to die

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Recorded in the Wells United Church in Wells BC. Made possible by the generous sponsorship of the Canada Council for the Arts.

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released April 26, 2010

Miss Emily Brown: vocals, acoustic guitar, banjo, autoharp, rhodes, flugelhorn, sousaphone, glockenspiel, piano
Corwin Fox: vocals, acoustic & electric guitars, mandolin, banjo, organ, piano, rhodes
Tobias Meis: double bass
Jordy Walker: drums
Jake Jenne: saxophone (1,5), floor tom (4)

Recorded by Jordy Walker and Corwin Fox
Mixed and Mastered by Corwin Fox at El Studio, Victoria BC
All songs written by Miss Emily Brown and Corwin Fox

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