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Old Tomorrow

by Morlove

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Wave & Wake 04:11
Wild was the sea spinning upward a wind sending waves traveling Lay down the trees over the road All night the rain sheet after sheet Wide awake listening She bends to break Her wave and wake She bends to break Brave are the birds first to emerge in the morning Scattered debris branches and leaves Unearth the roots World coming clean Storm receding Spending the day clearing away the old familiar road Up in the sky Arcs of light Bend bend and break Stand in the wake of a wave passing
Skeleton 03:49
Like a ghost you're seeing into me more than I ever let anyone see Like a stone at the bottom of a lake I never thought anyone would find me Solitary days imagining a dream I cast my line and then I pulled you up A beauty lost entangled in the weeds I look at you and all I see is me Every time I struggle with the clash between devotion and autonomy What if this love will only wear me down and make a skeleton of me again Despite it all there is a greater pull to take the risk than to go on alone So let's meet high like eagles in the air and fall together in a tangled pair Even if it takes all night to do I'll stay up talking it over with you Take your heart and tap it like a drum or like a tree that cries for spring to come
There's a light through the trees and the wait is finally over Still I wonder why you chose me Now the time's come I am ready In the heat of the midday sun far beyond preparation All the pain, all the elation so much more than I had imagined I can fight, try to slow this down but it only makes it harder So I open to the flooding to the water I surrender There's a light through the trees There's a light, I am ready
What I am is a dark cavity where a lightning storm is raging brilliantly What I am is a forest deep where lovers meet hot and cold combining It takes shape as a tidal wave on a peaceful shore a floating mass surviving It takes shape in the roots of love It takes shape na-na-ya-na-na It takes shape in the roots of love It takes shape Destiny What I am to be How the story peaks a pinnacle of comedy, tragedy It takes shape in the roots of love It takes shape na-na-ya-na-na It takes shape in the roots of love It takes shape It takes shape in the roots of love It takes shape in the roots of love in the roots of love
Send a spark from the heart through the hand to the dark.
Jane 06:11
This is what you want you want to make the feeling stay You've got it how you like it You can't help thinking things will change Everybody knows you can take a picture Show it to the future it's never how it was So I change my mind like every time You keep asking me for forever So I say I do and then I don't and it only makes you want it more Think of all the time wasted on the details trivial minutiae of things that never come Wouldn't it be nice making it a habit Choosing to do nothing Suspending disbelief Jane, my little Jane Just like music the sound of your name Jane, my little Jane You're like sunlight that follows the rain I love you Jane
Old Tomorrow 04:10
John A, founder of the land drunk at the command as he wrote the constitution John A, in debt to everyone while his railway won the awe of the Dominion Be to our faults a little blind and to our virtues always kind Be to our faults a little blind and to our virtues always kind Old Tomorrow Stephen singing Lennon's song imagining that John commended his peacekeeping Steve pulls a rabbit from a hat wealth from habitat Entertainment for the nation This is the story of a man who unifies a land with old self-serving wisdom North to south and sea to sea polite complacency Fore-fathers, sons and daughters
She left the tragic of the city for the magic of a country town country town High-rises making people crazy Dense isolation, people fading out country town He chose the magic of the city over the tragic of a country town country town No future working in a box store no hands are needed in the fields back home fields back home I have been traveling the outskirts watching the town turn into parking lots and crooked slots Two lanes that widen into four lanes this cycle passes in a dull rerun the whole nation I get so lost among the sameness expanding outward in a brainless maze of grey and beige Suburban swelling like a fracture over the value of the pastureland the profit land I know the magic of the city is still alive under the whitewashed lie the mirrored sky In secret parties in the alleys performers acting out the marketplace the smell and taste Inside the shops along the main street you'll find the backbone of the small town charm and drop your guard Kids running barefoot til the moonrise chasing the hours in a sweet parade The timeless way
Architect 04:20
Could it be there is an architect Who weaves the skin with a living weft Could it be there is an architect Who builds a vessel to contain itself Could it be there is an architect shaping children into living steps Late night fever in a spinning head Every border under constant threat Could it be there is an intellect calculating how we interact trading bits of the ancestral map generations in a family pack Could it be there is an architect spinning substance out of nothingness Could it be there is an intellect weaving beauty in the wilderness
Meet the Day 04:36
I need someone who'll hold me to the things I say I get away with so much I need a town where people aren't afraid Where many hands make light the weight of modern day of growing up and growing old We hide away with so much I need a hill where i can sit and watch the sky and hide away from so much I need a god who lives in every single thing who lives in me but is not me All I can do is fill the night with quiet song and meet the day with so much


In April 2013, Morlove returns with Old Tomorrow, marking a major evolution for the West Coast orchestral folk band. Based on the pattern of Pattern itself, Old Tomorrow seeks to reassemble a fragmented worldview. Creators Corwin Fox and Emily Millard (Miss Emily Brown) took to the books, uncovering knitting patterns, folk legends, urban designs and cycles of the moon and stars. Things got geeky -- they also got interesting. Listeners will hear strings interpreting the honeycomb weaving pattern as if notes on a page. Intimate voices harmonize the relative frequencies of the light spectrum of a rainbow. Old Tomorrow is Morlove's second full-length album and their most expansive undertaking since debut album All of My Lakes Lay Frozen Over, put forward for the 2010 Polaris Prize. Fans will hear the band breaking through their own patterns; the find the climbs higher, the peaks more radial and the valleys further-reaching.

Recorded in a two-story geodesic dome on Quadra Island, British Columbia, the album features string players Hannah Epperson (violin) and Christina Zaenker (cello) as well as Jake Jenne (drums), Neil Burnett (Celtic harp) and Manjinder Benning (tabla, dilruba) with many tracks captured live-off-the-floor.


released April 23, 2013


Corwin Fox - vocals, ukelele, baritone guitar, acoustic guitar, electric bass, mandolin, percussion & drums (6)
Miss Emily Brown - vocals, keys, autoharp, french horn, harmonium, bandura
Hannah Epperson - violin, backup vocals (4, 6, 7)
Christina Zaenker - cello, backup vocals (4, 6, 7)
Jake Jenne - drums
Neil Burnett - Celtic harp (2, 9, 10)
Manjinder Benning - tablas (4), dilruba (3), cajon (8), backup vocals (4)
Brandon Smith - Kimball Theatre Organ (5)

Co-written and produced by Corwin Fox & Miss Emily Brown
Audio Engineering, Mixing & Mastering: Corwin Fox
Additional Audio Engineering: Paul Keim
Bed tracks recorded in a geodesic dome on Quadra Island BC. Drum tracking at Dove Creek Studio, Courtenay BC. Overdubs at Pleasantville, Cumberland BC.
"Jane" contains a recording we made of a wax cylinder at the National Music Centre in Calgary AB. The original wax cylinder plays "My Little Jane", written by Fleeson-Von Tilzer and performed by The Crescent Trio in 1921.

Quilt artwork: Louise Dixon, Redfish Quilts, Toronto ON
Design & additional artwork: Patrick Connelly, The Department of Public Image, Vancouver BC

Deepest Gratitude:
Canada Council for the Arts; The National Music Centre & Brandon Smith; The Banff Centre for the Arts, David Pay & Geoffrey Shoesmith; Rebecca Foon; Sarah Murphy; Stefano Bollani; Paul Keim & Mary Murphy; Doug Cox; Johan Hultqvist; Fred Penner; Paul Crawford & Julie Fowler; Carla & Shawn Stephenson; Louise Dixon; Patty C; Brian Lye; Ben & Willow Friday; Bold Point Neighbours; Michael Millard; Orion, Lilith and John Cleasby; Kirsten, Kaya & Tao.

This recording was made possible through the assistance of the Music Section of the Canada Council for the Arts.


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