The Body Knows

by Green & Gold

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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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Track Name: Night Rainbows
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.
Track Name: Those Deviant Kids
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.
Track Name: The Body Knows
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.
Track Name: That Time I Was Smoking A Cigarette On The Sidewalk In Front Of My House And You Stopped To Say Hello
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.
Track Name: Wolves
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.
Track Name: Time's Fell Hand
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.
Track Name: Sunny Nothing
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.
Track Name: Remember This
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.)