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A House Is A Holding (2018)

by Ana Woulfe

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1.
You Swam In 02:58
Where did you swim in from ? Some far away sea ? Tombstone on the breeze ? Where did you swim in from ? I watched your waves break from my shore then swam off on my own Swimming Alone I'll Double Back To You
2.
Open out the backdoor Slide up the kitchen window There is all immersing morning to let in And in a blink, it goes Sleeping inside Without craning your neck To open window, and saying : "Hello ! Cold Morning ! I Love You ! And Your Scent ! And The Way Your Light Bends !" Then in comes the sound and the heat And the long afternoon To melt away the day It feels so radical to say : "Despite All Darkness, I Am Living And I Won't Stop Soon!"
3.
Trick of the eye I could've sworn those trees were arranged Differently, when I went to sleep A grey swarm of shadows, made to deceive "Well, okey dokey then" But - I can't shake the feeling that someone's there I stare beyond the birch patch At the vast holes in my knowledge Performing for me "Just go back to sleep !" "Well, okey dokey then" I felt the fear of who's staring back It creeps in so slow Like how the cold moon makes the curtains glow Trick of the Eye Just the tip of a willow Brushing against morning window In new daylight The holy sounds of great pines creaking Feel so different when you can't see them Ancient sighs and heavy heaving "Well, Okey Dokey then" A sudden movement out the window Moth wings beating erratically Baleful shadows in the porchlight "Just go back to sleep!" "Well, okey dokey then"
4.
(Weaving) 01:55
5.
Cyan Sing 04:26
That was the perfect time to stop singing In the hushed silence after Riptide had broken Shuffling feet to closing doors An ending But outside the window the foghorns of streetlights are sounding We close our own doors And settle - pregnant calm invading And in early night the faces are obscure But in the right light I can see your hands softly trembling Pushing the hair out of your eyes You are a decade of Feeling A great spilling bounty of love And it shows That was the perfect way to mix green and blue Into a hopeful cyan To spread on the page in inky burst And - a few hours later I saw the drying cloud of pigment On the glass surface of your desk Temporary stain, and the notion That the best creations are fleeting And made with no one else in mind I felt that hope and confidence Make way for great sadness And our distance and your loss Betray the sound of your voice But you were always there when needed Blowing strong gusts You patient Egret You let go
6.
On the way outside I stopped to look, and engage It was freezing I pulled the blanket tighter And felt a beautiful feeling : dark tree lined corridor And streetlights through lace Resting on quiet floor Forgetting the body, living numb Forgetting the body, so it goes And the winter Sounds release A delicate dawning On the way outside, A piece of trash Hit me in the face But I still felt a beautiful feeling : unexpected taste of cellophane And snowmelt, seeping in quiet rain Forgetting the body, in blanket clothes Forgetting the body, hissing steam And the cold berth Brings some relief A cloaking, a hiding
7.
Dust 03:52
The dust on the resin Is settling And I am trying hard not to kill my mind With nostalgia But it remains ever present In what is not there, in what is changing I can't escape it Those woods are gone, carved into homes Cheap plastic useless homes And standing in gross light, a locked front door that says : "you're not welcome here" And it's so hard not to feel cynical About the endless loop Of creating and displacing But I know those homes will stay empty forever Because to really live somewhere Means embracing, and not blindly paving Away The crater near my home, collects and overflows I know how that goes And I know I'm not immune, I am implicated too I Am A Seed On The Wind Bearing Change And then the rain comes Down
8.
Hunters 03:21
Hello (Hello) My voice and echo Comes screeching out in soundless night To greet A wide world Hunters, you're haunting You're slow moving chemicals in the lake Hunters, don't haunt me Don't bring your violence your storm your earthquake And my voice is an echo I'm trying to forget Standing still in fleeting air Just gasping, decaying Hunters, you haunt me Your ghosts are fermenting in my chest Hunters, you call me Your thunder brings me to flesh and blood again Your Violent Boom Hunters, don't haunt me Let me waterfall your vision bare Hunters, I dare to haunt you I'll watch you bare your teeth at my nightmare
9.
Wanting 03:33
Sow My Own Seeds Onions and Greens Writhing in Heat Bulbs and Beauty Leaves Raindrops Form New Does What Wet Do The Pokeweed Doesn't Move When The Train Pours Through I Feel That Still Mood And Goodwill And I Want Not What Want Do Brings Back Consume Knowing Everything Must Be So Boring

about

This album was written over the course of a rambling fall 2017 spent dogsitting in Mount Airy, touring with Real Life Buildings and Diners, sitting and stewing in parks all over Philly, traveling to Ireland and living in a castle for week, traveling to Rhode Island and living in the woods for a week, sitting in my actual living room playing the same guitar part over and over again, biking to and from work and many other micro moments whose influence can't be denied. It was then recorded in deep January 2018 cold at Piggies Amusement Complex in Philadelphia.

The sampler used on many of these recordings was lent to me by Nick Norman. View his art at : www.instagram.com/nicknow99/
Full album mastered by DEETZ

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released March 23, 2018

Dust
Is just settling on
Resin
And I'm awake
Thinking of the pine
And it's boughs dancing
When water starts rushing through pipes
And I'm brought back
to my Room

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Ana Woulfe Philadelphia, Pennsylvania

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