Eaves

by Forever House

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1.
06:11
So this is America, folks, I say, holding your hand Beneath the Verrazano Seagulls sunbathe in truck tires Pigeons copulate on telephone wires But our faces are golden Amid the wreckage Of this lonely island Let’s go to Coney Island And oh, can we go to the freak show? And oh, can we go hide our troubles under other people’s woes So this is the city that we dreamed of Here’s a sad song: (It was supposed to be a love song) So we find a bar to fight in And a bed to love in And a sound to hide in And we set our freaks out in the nighttime And see who can yell louder and who can cry harder And oh, can we go to the freak show? And oh, can we go hide our troubles under other people’s woes
2.
And rounder versions of ourselves Were selling poltergeists for kindergeld You said, the market’s awful good for spooking now And I was spooked, I must confess When a specter of your ordinariness Came wafting down and perched upon my neck I went down to pawn off some epiphanies They laughed and said I ought to try at Tiffany’s And sadder songs than we could know Were getting trussed up for the rodeo You said, it’s not the same when it’s not in stereo Oh my darling Doppelgänger Is it true you’re pretty tough I could hang you out to dry forever And it wouldn’t be enough And glockenspiels of skin and bones Were feeding lustily on quarter tones You said, isn’t it lovely to be young and lovely and alone And pretty girls in old man shoes Were riffing on a Wienerwalzer blues You said, you’ve lost the only thing you had to lose Oh my darling Doppelgänger Who’s the real one, you or me? And if all our dreaming lives are better How can we ever hope to be free?
3.
03:37
I have my sources Spiders in the web We live in strange times Strangers in my head I have my secrets Buried in the back Pages of past lives Codes for you to crack How many people share my name? All of our questions are the same Strip me of context Strap me to a party line Rid me of my flesh Rob my spirit blind Inundate me saturate me complicate me investigate me consecrate me with your information I have my sources Ghost words in the cloud I lost my choices Sourced them to the crowd How many people know my face? I want my history erased.
4.
07:25
Are you waiting? Do you know when and why I lie? Do you cry when I move my bed away from the window Just in case you try to visit me? And you can read my lips But can you read my mind Yes, you can read my lips But can you see my sad little life? Are you smiling Through your tears of blood? Do you notice when I try to be better? Do you feel sometimes Like no one really gets it? Well, so do I. I can’t deny Your ancient eyes But I’m not so organized So can you crawl out of your candles Do you watch from the tiles on the wall Will you dive from the tops of your fountains And escape from your front lawns Will you come down, come down Smash your glass cases Bones breaking through the reliquaries Can you fall out of the windows Crawl out from the medals round our necks Will you climb down from the mountain grottoes And escape from your front lawns Come down, come down, come down.
5.
On New Year’s Day We eat foods that look like money On New Year’s Day Loosen our belts To tighten them again And tell ourselves Five hundred tales Of who we’ll be next year Lining up all of our ducks and bones and fingernails On New Year’s Day We leave our masks to melt And by dusk we see our truer faces Lined, puffed, hungover Halfheartedly regretting a haze of sins We half forget On New Year’s Day We make a clean escape From a foreign place A rogue embrace A stranger’s face Funny how you look the same Funny how I feel the same Little more or less hair Little more or less skin Funny how I feel the same On New Year’s Day We crack our eggs wide open And count up all our little chickens And it sickens me This shit-regret To see the world intact With all its morning joggers And afternoon party snacks
6.
You said your collar does that automatically Stiff and upturned like your aristocratic nose I see your face in the billboard sheen Blinded by the gleam of your expensive teeth I can smell, I can taste The money in your shoes, the money in your kiss Dirty paper in your embrace Money in your sweat, money in your piss You make your lists of stocks and bonds Play your games of ups and downs Buy your girl a metal gown And cast her head in bronze You lure the girls into your subterranean man-cave Ply them with sugar-treats Your golden face and her blackout smile Take what you deserve on your designer sheets I can smell, I can taste the money in your shoes, the money in your kiss Toxic assets in your embrace Money in your sweat, money in your piss You said your collar does that automatically Stiff and upturned like your aristocratic nose I see your face in the billboard sheen Blinded by the gleam of your expensive teeth In your irresistible entitlement face In your irresistible entitlement face You fucking piece of shit
7.
03:27
Do you remember The days before men and money? We were mostly fearless. We wore bright stockings and party hats. There were no shadows. Slovenly Slatternly Nobody could catch us. Then someone came And hung weights from our wrists and ankles. We went inside to different rooms Of ivory and gray. We decorated our small interiors Filled them with artificial light. Fear may be love’s shadow Now unmanned Now unmoneyed Let us go slovenly into the night once more. Let us live larger lives.
8.
Mystic crowned in vegetables Question mark boy straightened man Resonant body I knew you when Owls swoop down over Unkissed girl on Sundays Swallowed in a storage unit Vasectomy of desire Love letter footnotes Remember half built house Why do you keep me Mystic on a mountainside All our souls in song collide This is not a first or last goodbye Undead, undying Sixth mountain mailbox Still send you scraps of me How we still colonize Each other’s dreams
9.
07:33
Staggering, swaying Paper bags under my eyes Offering apple pies, I’ll be your wasteress tonight Scrawling on napkins Stacking the creamers to the sky Put a song on the jukebox But it’s full of lies You’re the last man In this lost town I’m the last girl And we’re both wasted Staggering, swaying Head spinning like the rotating pies You’re the last man In this lost establishment I’m the last girl And we’re both wasted

about

Someone is watching you watching someone. The house is an old one, with lots of good hiding spots. Tucked in the eaves, rustling and creaking, ghosts or animals? Shh. We have been listening all along.

Forever House thought its paranoia was a throwback until it realized it wasn’t. Their songs tap into all the nightmares of the ‘90s come true: lost dreams with smudged lipstick at an empty diner, spiders in the web shadowing our every thought, popped collars in a dank basement, saints staring from windows with disappointed eyes.

From the wreckage, we bring you EAVES, our debut album of sloppy math and wasted love themes.

credits

released November 9, 2018

Meaghan Burke - vocals, cello
James Moore - guitar
James Ilgenfritz - bass
Peter Wise - drums

Recorded and mixed by Andrew McKenna Lee
at Still Sound Audio / stillsoundmusic.com; Albany and Brooklyn, NY.

Mastered by Martin Siewert / klingt.org; Vienna, Austria.

Artwork by Square Candy Design / squarecandydesign.com

Banner photos by Peter Gannushkin / downtownmusic.net

All music written by Forever House: Meaghan Burke (AKM), James Moore / James Moore Music (BMI), James Ilgenfritz / Mountain of Signs (ASCAP), Peter Wise / Square Candy Publishing (BMI).

© & ℗ 2018 M. Burke / J. Moore / J. Ilgenfritz / P. Wise. All Rights Reserved.

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Forever House New York, New York

Forever House is:

Meaghan Burke
vocals/cello

James Moore
guitar

James Ilgenfritz
bass

Pete Wise
drums
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