Dead Ocean

by Rye Pines

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released February 17, 2015

Recorded Oct. 1,2,3 2014
at Mystic Steamship in Somerville, MA
Engineered by Evan Murphy & Ian Doerr
Mixed by Evan Murphy
Mastered by Nick Z at New Alliance Cambridge MA
Album art by Pamela Maguire

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Track Name: Limbo Shuffle
Thinking up songs by the frozen bog
I lost a bet to a demon dog
He chewed me all up legs first
Flesh to the dirt, I bled in to the Earth
Now I will go, to where I don't know
I must be sleep walking in limbo
It's not that bad
Up here no one gets sad
What happened next I don't understand
Old saint Pete with iPad in hand
He was hanging out with holy digital Moses
Saying my soul hadn't fully uploaded
I'll spend the the rest of days drinking with Hemmingway
Limbo's got a bar and the drinks are okay
It's not that bad
All the saints wear plaid
Track Name: Atlantic Ascent
Up in the northeast
The gray gulls and the bitter breeze
criss cross and traverse the frozen beach
I'm going to sail a whaler
and find a home for me
somewhere out a ways
beyond the offshore fisheries
way out until you can't see me
out on a great gray sea
the sky was overcast
shades dissipate around me
the expanse was so vast
that the sky fell beneath
I fell into the ocean
now there's no distinguishing between
skyward rising motion
and sinking into the deep
Track Name: In the Wake
The girl has moved from the city
She said she'd be back to visit me
The girl has left for Louisiana
She told me she'd write daily
The girl has gone off somewhere in Arizona
She told me she'd be back shortly
The girl has flown over the sea
But what is anything to me?
Track Name: Drone Tone
Empty out the bank account
Keep the head, close the mouth
Kiss the girls, forget the set
The wind tends to redirect
Pawn the watch
Trade the guitar for a car
Sell the mic
but not the amp, keep that
Cut your hair, fake your death
Assuage the doubt, head west
Tend bar at a pool hall
Keep some water for treading
Assimilate into the locals
A grand Navajo wedding
Though the stiff tends to kick
It's not the booze that made you sick
It's the stillness in the room
That thing between the light and you
Where've you been? Who've you been?
It's seems you've been pretty something
You seem pretty to me, we got fucked
You're so funky with your lag and your sweet
Nothing's going to come, nothing's going to leave
Nor come of, nor come to, come back to me
I must've lost you in between the couch cushions
Seems to me I remember the taste of your teeth
Marks on your ear, I can hear you make marks on me
Don't you ever look at me
This heart would stop most certainly
Don't you ever look at me
Don't you ever with those violent greens
What's that feeling?
What's that trying? I tried
What's that buzzing?
What's that constant humming?
What's that light?
I thought I heard a fly when I died
Track Name: Pessimist
There's no such thing
as summer or spring
it's just autumn all of the time
and everything is either
blowing away or dying
But I heard a rumor
Can you smell it?
There's change in this house
I'm going to sniff it out
I'm going to be it's friend
Because that's what I am about
And though you never intend
the discontent begins
Well this is how it ends
Tisk tisk pessimist
Why are you so set on this?
You're putting this whole thing down
Get out