Here in the Deadlights

by The Loom

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released April 22, 2016

Produced, mixed, and recorded by Kevin McMahon at Marcata Recording in Gardiner, New York.

Mastered by Jamal Ruhe at West West Side Music in New Windsor, New York.

Cover Art—Photograph by Meredith Heuer. Lettering by Juliana Sabinson. Design by Micah Blumenthal.

John Fanning—Vocals and Guitar, 1–9; All instruments, 6
Lis Rubard—Vocals, 1–5, 8, 9; Keyboards, 1–5, 8, 9; Horn; 1, 2, 3, 8; Trumpet, 4, 8
John Mosloskie—Bass, 1, 2, 4, 9; Vocals, 2, 9
Dan Desloover—Bass, 3, 5, 8
Jon Alvarez—Drums, 1–5, 8, 9
David Lackner—Saxophone, 1, 4
Shannon Carey—Vocals, 8
Matt Bauer—Vocals, 8
Jerry DeCicca—Vocals, 8

Music by John Robert Fanning and Elisabeth Rubard, lyrics by John Robert Fanning, except Some Voice Other than Mine
and Only Electric Light, music and lyrics by John Robert Fanning.

Released by Crossbill Records/ Stereocilia.
CBR035/SRC001
© 2016 Flight In The Rafters (BMI).
℗ 2016 Caretaker Music Group.

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Track Name: Fire Makes
“Fire Makes”

And in the thick grip of winter when the doors are swollen shut
We would wait for it in silence like an animal unfed

And if fire makes fire makes fire makes fire makes smoke
So does hunger make hunger make hunger make hunger make hope

And in the long sprawl of summer when the wood starts to sweat
We would come baring flesh, we would come bearing gifts

And if fire makes fire makes fire makes fire makes smoke
So does wanting make wanting make wanting make wanting take tolls

And how this interstate air that used to crackle like live wires
Now just buzzes endlessly like freshly boxed ears

And if fire makes fire makes fire makes fire makes smoke
So does magic make magic make magic make magic ring false

But still we look for it in corners, yes we look for it in dreams
Yes we look for it always so it will find us in time

Because wonder makes wonder makes wonder makes wonder paves roads
Just like fire makes fire makes fire makes fire makes smoke

But as long as we’re looking we’re not lost
As long as we’re looking we’re not lost

We’ll make our way through the thickets
Find dying lights in the dusk
As long as we’re looking we’re not lost

But still always keep in mind
Don’t you look for, what you don’t want to find

As long as we’re looking we’re not lost
Track Name: I Am Not Young
“I Am Not Young”

I am not young
There’s brown in the leaves
There’s ice on the sills
There’s ash in the breeze

When I was young I saw shapes
When I was young I saw lines
When I was young I was sure
Now I watch threads unwind
Track Name: Snowed In
“Snowed In”

And you can hear, you can hear, hear their footsteps through the floor
As you stood in the doorway pale as scars, pale as scars
And the ghosts how they hung, thick as thieves, thick as dreams
In the hallway of that house, in sparkling snow, in buried leaves

And you tread light through that grey city always bursting at the seams
Ducking chance’s sharper arrows, trying to muscle your way in
Until that ever-present hum it found its way into your bones
Until that ever-whispering wind it cleared its throat and called you home

And as the horses paced nervously under saddles, under stars
And the wind it blew through stables, dark as pitch before storms
And then for every sacred morning, a song of longing in your throat
And for that sound inside your ears, like the dull buzz after a storm

We felt all that was, among if not of us
Track Name: Ten Thousand Tiny Field Mice
“Ten Thousand Tiny Field Mice”

The refrigerator hums, it starts again
Ten thousand tiny field mice are at your door and they want in
It starts again
The refrigerator hums, it starts again

The water in the kettle, it burned off this morning
But still it’s there singing, burning the bottom
The water in the kettle, burned off this morning
But still it’s there singing, burning the bottom

Yeah still I’m here singing singing singing singing singing
Burning at both ends

And what is that about, same thing different results?
There’s a field mouse in the Catskills
On the freeway headed south
And what is that they say, same thing different results?
There’s a field mouse in the Catskills
On 87 headed south

Where is my mind?
Where is my mind?
These days I’m not so sure it’s something I even want to find

It starts again
Track Name: A Mast, a Hull
“A Mast, a Hull”

A mast, a mast a hull

Watching the old sun rise
Watching the old sun fall
Perfecting all the simple things, perfecting all the simple things

Watching the old sun rise
Watching the old sun fall
Perfecting all the simple things, perfecting all the simple things

A mast, a mast a hull

Out on the water we can be alone together

But to stay afloat is not enough
To stay afloat is not enough

A mast, a mast a hull

Watching the old sun rise, watching the old sun fall
Perfecting all the simple things, perfecting all the simple things

Watching the old sun rise, watching the old sun fall
Perfecting all the simple things, perfecting all the simple things
Track Name: Some Voice Other than Mine
“Some Voice Other than Mine”

And all I can hear out here is my thoughts
Yes all I can hear out here is my thoughts

But all I can hear in there is the sound
Yes all I can hear in there is the sound
Yes all I can hear in the city’s the sound
Yes all I can hear in there is the sound

But all that I’m listening for is some god
Yes all that I’m looking for is some god
Yes all that I’m listening for is some god
Yes all that I’m looking out for is some god

Yes all that I’m listening out for is love
Yes all that I’m listening out for is love

Yes all that I’m listening for is the sound
Yes all that I’m listening for is the sound
Of some voice, other than mine
Track Name: For Comfort Bates
“For Comfort Bates”

And there was blood, there was blood
There was blood in the water
There was blood in the water on the morning you left your mother on her own
Left her to her own devices

And there were years, there were years
Between our father’s fathers
Between our wildest wonderings
So why is your name, on my tongue pressing?
As comfort comes, and comfort goes

And still in this house, in this house
Where I cut my teeth and crossed my fingers
Counting stars like counting tree rings
In the backyard in the morning
As your lengthy shadow falls

Still there are lives, there are lives
Springing out from under floorboards
Through the wind as it is whipping
And like thoughts sewn out of hope and memory
We are always intertwined

Yes as long as comfort comes
You know your blood’s still in our blood

Yes as long as comfort goes
You know your blood’s still in our blood
Track Name: Here in the Deadlights
“Here in the Deadlights”

Here in the deadlights I’m a prism, all translucent
Yeah the light, the air, the sound just pass right through me
It seems that if this life’s a road, I’m just the scenery
And that’s ok, by me

It’s as if you think the words you speak will turn the air to shapes

But that’s ok, you know you’ll never bare your teeth

But you said everyone who lives there drinks the rain
And my dear I’ll take your secrets to the grave
But you’ve got such a troubled sternness in your face
Has it always been that way?

It’s as if you think the words you speak will turn the air to shapes

But we’ve both seen ghosts
Yeah we’ve both seen ghosts
They turned you to fire, and me right into stone
Yeah we’ve both seen ghosts

It’s as if you think the words you speak will turn the air to shapes
But I hope someday you bare your teeth
It’s as if you think the words you speak will turn the air to shapes
Yes I hope someday you bare your teeth