Rambling Coast

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Jacqueline Gordon The lyrics and vocals are lovely, but the instrumentation is what really blew me away. Keep up the great work! Favorite track: Seasons.
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1.
Mad Verses 01:56
mad verses faces, headlines, dream days - tales of older time you lit the candle, heart ambushed by sleep fed the eyes, lost in the mist hidden flags of desire chests forgot the fire that once burned, it burned with no sting wear today like your old clothes ragged in a storm of mouths drunk on grief in buildings we outlive - oddities meeting trouble halfway, a million different ways to say your name mine is a crumb in your father's book I'm pressed between the walls of an eloquent room poison our lungs, swallow the night 'till we wake up to the owl's velvet cry
2.
deep the water lying on the grass sinking in recurring dreams beneath the canopy - pines bow into the blue along the gambles i have always been king of nothing I sing of what I know cats on the jetties when the moon hangs low in that moment i know I'm old I'm old as the gale that drove our fathers to sea it's the north wind stirring the clouds rocking the water, my rocky seabed once the gravel on the roads, I'm every rover to ever rove this rambling, rambler's coast tired waves sing of what was lost, an entire nation buried under a cross all that cross can tell me - I'm old I'm old as the gale that drove our fathers to sea
3.
come down, three huddled old mounds the fourth, we'll share it sun warmed the meadow, your hands are cold. daily death laid to rest lent all the love, promised to keep a place for animals like us that live in the dusk we're alone now finding our way home up the fence, ever-knowing plains sway in silence we forget how to speak. my kindred companion, my lonesome friend, paths lead us apart - they meet in the end daily death laid to rest lent all the love, promised to keep a place for animals like us we live in the dusk we're alone now finding our way home
4.
how far we've come, will they know the time will come - they will row their boats twilight tangled in the leaves lights sprinkled on the sea we're hopeless almost free the future is never like they say it will be history, my own prophecy - waking up to a gentle light no longer tied to the law of the gun to any riches only the true kind this windy city, the dust on your face am I the better half of your day I've nothing but these blues to steal the petals from the flowers' blooms you say we'll make do then we'll make do
5.
Seasons 03:09
in the garden of my youth a new age has begun broken glass on the ground, gleaming in the sun lost epiphanies, nights of unrest feed all my longings but my mind stays the same oh my mind days of foam settle in the bay drops in the ocean that'll wash regret away in with the tide, my life in a frame cleansed of the memories that my mind will drain oh my mind trees, blowing every summer away seasons come - seasons fade white sprawls, cold barges in freezes my bones but my mind is ablaze oh my mind in the garden of my youth a new age has begun the past, now tame, will forever remain
6.
you can only go so far when you have nothing nothing to hold your head up face another day another day what a mess we're in honey your honey's been bitter for days your fingers rake through my hair there's a storm coming you say coming our way the leaves have all fallen there is no hideaway your eyes wet my shoulders much faster than the rain
7.
Skylash 03:48
dark clouds out to greet you salvation means nothing new a vacant shuttle besides your bed wasting hours inside your head the sky lashes down on us calls for you only to whisper how much you've been lonely you brave, brave one rain plows the fields outside, in your room the needles dance through the night weaving the lines you would rather undo the final stitch is out to get you faded pictures leveled ridges hang on a wall once stood so tall
8.
The Burrow 04:05
I am a man, I'm a traveling man I drift across ponds of time I search for reasons, I cannot find as dawn crowns these hills gold holds no balm the morning will come undone the answers are vague as vague as a cloud all my friends on the verge of living so many people unaware of all these pocket teachers - efficient mouths pocket teaching 'till the truth is out innocent crime, society strains numbs with the pain nothing is gained my burrow is deep and all day I dig down in the ground is this shelter, is this a grave is this shelter, is this a grave
9.
Travel Light 03:44
I stumble on my memories, july reverie I'm howling from a cabin in the middle of the sea floating through the isles the brine swollen birch liquid emotions, a glass for the thirst down in the corridor you could hear the wreck I was gone by 9.30 the maids hit the deck I travel light through groves in the dark the whole world in a sigh a tear trailed night fresh in the city, enough time to spare I played the old rocks for foreign silverware kids play with soap, they blow bubbles at me floating reminders of how life is fleet I raided the parks the whole town was asleep left a rose in the morning for someone I'll never meet I travel light through groves in the dark the whole world in a sigh a tear trailed night i stumble on my memories, july reverie a half-remembered daydream a childish symphony
10.
these paper thin walls never promised much a permanent draft, windows i couldn't keep shut I had the ocean, the lighthouse a man-made kingdom seven and a half floors to freedom my sweet watchtower I used to look at the thin line, wishing it was me a coward sailor staring at a ship I was smothered in august froze in december, on the brim of a city some of you might remember my sweet watchtower the end came in colors, tones carried the claim like every evening I spent planning my escape but now I wish I could go back, wish others could see it if I'd given you any other name I'd name you Maria my sweet watchtower - - - I gotta get on a lucky boat and set sail on the bright blue, green-shaded lover of my wasted youth there's a new day at the door I know it's going to be a good one so farewell, watchtower that sweet watchtower

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'Rambling Coast' is a self-produced album, recorded alone in the hallways, basement and living room of an empty house during winter 2012/13.

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released November 12, 2013

Written and produced by João 'Every' Esteves

All instruments performed by João Esteves, except Track 9 - "Travel Light" - snare drum by André Nóvoa

Recorded and mixed by João Esteves at House RANNA, Lisbon (PT)
Mastered by Paulo Miranda at AMPstudio, Viana do Castelo (PT)

Cover photo by Mário Ponte
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