Rambling Coast
by Hello Atlantic
Jacqueline Gordon
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
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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
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2. |
Rambling Coast
03:00
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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
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Animals Of Dusk
02:42
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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
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Windy City Blues
02:32
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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
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Seasons
03:09
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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
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Faster Than The Rain
02:39
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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
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Skylash
03:48
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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
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The Burrow
04:05
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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
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Travel Light
03:44
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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
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Sweet Watchtower
06:03
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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
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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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about
'Rambling Coast' is a self-produced album, recorded alone in the hallways, basement and living room of an empty house during winter 2012/13.
credits
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
atlantichello@gmail.com
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
atlantichello@gmail.com
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