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The Body Knows

by Green & Gold

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1.
Then the voices fade away. You step out into the light. New eyes scan the road, empty but for painted lines; towers of empty glass, soaking up the sunlight. Soaking up the sunlight and keeping it all inside. She's moved by the thought of sky and how the circle married the line, parading her garments like they reflected the light of the moon before the clouds had moved, before the maria were clear. She maintains a painting in the morning when we're not there. You can call it fire, you can call it light: an eye inside of a larger mind. Map my blood! Align my sight! and I'll go try and make it whole again! They warned you not to trust the earth and the words you heard her sing: "act not for what it brings, for nothing is the only ink." Now you think of light as scar and play your part for the moon: lifted by balloons and carried on past the stars. You can call it fire, you can call it light: an eye inside of a larger mind. Map my blood! Align my sight! and I'll go and try to make it whole again.
2.
Those deviant kids, waiting for the summer time. Always pretending, oh pretending. Those deviant kids, t-shirts in the night. Cause they remember, oh they remember to ride the time they live in. Assuming love and hugging strangers quickly, keeping warm under dance floor lights. Hang around for the doors to be lit up. Hang around for the smokes to be lit up. So used to seeing sunlight creeping so used to sleeping til the afternoon. It's alright the weeks are in order. It's alright I know just what to do. Those deviant kids, t-shirts in the night. Cause they remember, oh they remember to ride the time they live in.
3.
The rivers running in the earth resemble the veins in our arms. Swayed the same way. The body knows. Twisted branches in the light reaching out like the mind, taking the shape of stars. The body knows and longs to be stone: still and quiet and on the ground; released from the rush of town. Lay me down in an easy bed that my body knows. The lovers running in the night trying to forget their names so they can recall what the body knows and the science showed what the saints behold: that secret oath that the body knows. I long to be stone: still and quiet and on the ground, released from the rush of town. Lay me down in an easy bed that my body knows. 'Cause the body knows what the science showed and what the saints behold: that secret oath that the body knows.
4.
A smoke on the curb. But I don't smoke. Around the turn, your autumn coat. This wasn't how I hoped to see you again. You cross the street. Some scattered leaves. I'm hiding things, some shaky limbs. My skin is hills but my eyes are still. I would have called you anyway. I swear it was in my plan. But this, this takes care of that. A straight line on a map. So I'll go ahead and say the door's unlocked but I'm not being forward. Just letting you know. 'Cause I want you to know.
5.
Wolves 03:16
If the gatekeeper don't know your name, you'll have to show the ropes you know: chat about cash and lady folk. Bring your own damn pack of smokes. He said “boys it's all just a game to get broads to know our names. Don't let yourself get ball and chained. Go get paid and go get laid.” Strutting in the old black night. A few chests in a line, looking for a fuck or a fight. Full of fire, full of life. Rational animals, strutting through the carnival. The sound the light and the flesh. A Friday night in your Sunday best. A banker dressed up as a lumberjack. Saving for a car, saving for a shack. The names of wolves in history books: the took the meals, they took the girls. He wants to be a gun. Strutting in the old black night. A few chests in a line, looking for a fuck or a fight. Full of fire, full of life. Rational animals, strutting through the carnival. The sound the light and the flesh. A Friday night in your Sunday best.
6.
Flankers sink into black. A billion suns staring back. Mouths turn themselves to laugh, as if it ever would happen again. A moment through quicksand. We lift our legs and take a path of trees and rocks and grass. As sturdy as they stand, they'll become the earth again, along with our new hands. Our eyes will shut. Skin turns to dust. Beginner's luck. Shaking time's fell hand. Detached from their ears and words. A chocolate pond under a metal bird. Feathers flash as we learn it'll never be the same again. The season's about to turn. Our eyes will shut. Skin turns to dust. Beginner's luck. Shaking time's fell hand.
7.
I'm lucky enough to have a job. I'm lucky to have a girl. When the winds of nothing rattle the branches, I put headphones on, and let the lupins lean into the evening honey amber sun, and walk on slowly under the branches with my sneakers on. Oh! Just let me carry on. I'm trying to leave the void behind and shine the light I've seen: love is less a parlour game and more mammalian eyes; the softest iron gate to a place that isn't a place at all, but a still and quiet sacred kind of gaze in a dream within a dream. Oh please! Just let me carry on.
8.
I won't leave if you won't leave. I am me and you are me. The space between is where it is. Why can't we remember this? I shouldn't say anything. Ineffable and infinite. Think not about it. Why can't we remember that? The still blank nothingness. Why can't we remember this? Why can't we remember this? The still blank nothingness? Place of death and bliss. (Remember this.)

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released October 2, 2013

Len O'Neill: Guitars, Vocals
Steve Doyle: Drums, Percussion
Keegan McGregor: Bass
Erin Eaton: Keys, vocals
Chris Meyers: Backup Vocals on Tracks 2, 4 and 8.

All lyrics by Len O'Neill.
Music and arrangements by Len O'Neill and Steve Doyle.

Produced by: Georgie Newman, Len O'Neill and Steve Doyle
Recorded, Mixed, & Mastered by: Georgie Newman
Tracked at The Levee & GNAudio
gnaudio.ca
thelevee.ca

Album art by Mia Penney.

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