Barrelfire

by The Goldblooms

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credits

released 30 March 2012
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David Anderson: Piano, Synthesizer, Vocals
Adam Chose: Mandolin
Zach Clark: Bass Guitar
Chris Jantzen: Viola
Matthew Mitchell: Lead Vocals, Acoustic/Electric Guitar, Pipe Organ
Andrew Probelski: Drums
Ben Vanderheyden: Electric Guitar, Vocals

Produced and Engineered by Andrew Probelski for
Glorified Productions.

Assistant Engineers: Davide Raso and Mark Danielson.

Mastered by Greg Reierson for
Rareform Mastering.

Artwork by Jalyn Macy.

Photography by Nicholas Lundgren.

(C) 2012 Glorified Productions.
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To God be all the glory. Thank you for listening.

tags

tags: alternative ambient pop Minneapolis

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Track Name: Did Not Notice
BETWEEN the frozen windows of a spinning car, I heard my headlights crack like questions in the dark and I heard that voice that smells like cigarettes. My short fuse lit - I don't even know why. Shooting sparks all over the night sky. But I did not notice the room was burning down.

Falling through your ice, my skin burns. Standing on your coals, I still shiver. And if you look, I will disappear again.

You said you seen my fortune written on your palms. You should know by now, never tell me to stay calm when you slice my hands on the pieces of your crystal ball.

Why are you walking out of here so quickly? Does it make you sick to tell me these stories? And you touch my skin just like it was a stove.
Track Name: Amaranthine
I CAN'T remember what she looked like when I was a child, and she'd take me driving alone through these pinstripe miles. Tapping feet like mine, with a voice just like red wine. I knew her once, but I am meeting her for the first time.

We'd sleep in the morning. The moonlight in her ears, the snowflakes on her lips disappeared.

She says I keep growing, with my head caught in the ceiling fan. Laughs at my jeans, with the knees ripped like holes in the sand. She walked across the shore, like the earth was just a kitchen floor. I knew her once, but I could swear I never met her before.

Oh, Sunday morning, I hate to forget.
My knees buckling. And time just gets away don't it?

Sometimes she comes when I fall asleep watching the news, and we go out drinking and dance until we put holes in our shoes. And she'll sing the songs I know, but her voice curls the melody just like a bow. I knew her once. I am wondering where these years go.
Track Name: Skipping Stones
WE SCOLD the moon and name the stars feeling doorways in the dark. Days pass slowly, but I'd wait for a thousand years, love. For a thousand years.

Watched you shiver and stir, sleeping on the frozen dirt. Speak of your dreams and pull me closer than your blood, love. Closer than your blood.

I found an eighteen page letter and an empty bottle of gin. I know it's getting late, I'm only asking where you've been. When you get up in the morning and you're staring at the edge of the sea, do you know just where you're going? Can you feel it in the backs of your knees?

Watch the snow swirl and fall, folding blankets in the hall. Peel my skin, some things cannot be explained, love. Cannot be explained.

I found a chicken scratch list of numbers you've been ringing by the telephone. You scold me like a child, but how the hell was I supposed to know? Did you find your silver earrings? And the songs that make you cry? I can't explain the feeling and I don't even want to try.
Track Name: Hand-Me-Downs
MONDAY morning, heard her talking on the phone. Found her on the stairs, chewing her hair with the TV on. Eyelashes painted, fingernails--glitter and gold. In a razor-thin dream, where I found her asleep and walking around, walking around

on fire.

We suck our thumbs and pound on the jukebox until it plays, burning our tongues and wiping our sweat on white lace. She found me on the carpet, lying on the floor with the radio on. We roll the dice, baby, in the hand-me-down streets where we were born, and we were born

on fire.
Track Name: If I Had Me A Window
IF I HAD me a window where I could watch her paint her dreams I'd forget the earth beneath my feet and never fall asleep. If she was a captain and I was one big ship, I'd sail the world just for a kiss, just for them cherry lips.

If I saw her for the first time shooting pool in blue jeans, singing off key and tap dancing to the beat I suppose I would not know much, but I'd know if I could only make it last, the years would pass just like honey from a flask.

If it is early in the morning, I want to wake up in her arms with her ears on my heart, whispering in the dark. And if she wears my shirt like a wedding dress, it fits her best, I must confess.
Track Name: Honey Coated
ON BLANKETS of stain glass, and pillows of stone, it's like I ain't here, but I ain't gone.
Words--just waiting in your chest, how could I forget? My eyes were burning in the sun, but I thought I saw you there, thought I saw you standing there.

All the rich girls, home from school.
I seen skin and I seen skinny legs, but I can't be fooled. Straighten my back with a tree branch, have my best years already passed? You pulled me out; I was young and stoned. Born at the bottom of a lake. Born at the bottom of a lake.

You drink the wine and then you eat the glass, hold my tongue up like a match. Washed ashore when I hear your voice, am I beautiful or bland?
Running just as fast as I can, honey
coated in the sand. Honey
coated in the sand.
Track Name: Dirty Pictures
LIKE A cold rain, you came from Colorado. Moved here to the North in a hurry; I never knew why. It was a Sunday. Church bells ringing. I shook your hand, squinting in the sun in a suit and a tie.

I was there with the kids; I was sweating in the summer. Just a punk, in my jeans making money in the diner and if you recall, I spent it all on candy cigarettes and caramels, I knew you well. You don't regret the feeling you'd get. You're a fire I'm putting out with my shoes.

And I knew, I knew, I knew it was, I knew it was you.

If you were my daddy you would have lost me as a baby--left me on top of a truck before you pulled away. And now that I'm older seventeen seems so much younger and time moves slower than the Rocky Mountains these days.

You were there with the girl, you were sweating in the hall like a figure skater waiting there to catch her if she'd fall and when I look back now, she is restored somehow amongst the finger paints and caramels, I knew you well. You don't regret the feeling you'd get. You're a fire I'm putting out with my shoes.

And I knew, I knew, I knew it was, I knew it was you.
Track Name: Perfume
WHEN the night is swimming in the melted snow, I got my hands in my pockets with nowhere to go. I drive all night; I don't even care. Don't look back 'til there's nobody there.

I was dreaming on a railroad, howling at the moon--in a cinnamon town, in the sugar sweet sounds of a summertime afternoon. You were painting me a picture of a street that was like a mirror. And I couldn't tell just what the hell I'd been staring at for years.

I want to wash my Lord's feet with perfume and tears. I want to sing like an angel for the King. When You spit in my eyes and raise our daughters from the dead, I want to touch Your dirty robes and be healed.

I'll buy a big house and stain the carpet with a bloody nose and empty pockets. I'll stare all night out the windowpanes, my face like a stone--like I'm digging a grave.

I was dreaming in a threshold, with my head closed in the door--it was a backwoods shack, like a crumpled map, unrolling on the floor. You asked me for a garden, and so I got down on my knees and I dug until I bled, just like You said, and I waited for the seeds.

I want to wash my Lord's feet with perfume and tears. I want to sing like an angel for the King. When You spit in my eyes and raise our daughters from the dead, I want to touch Your dirty robes and be healed.

I was dreaming in a motel--just a stranger in the hall where no one asked my name, and it's just the same, didn't bother me at all. You were standing like a fire burning wild in the cold dirt, just tapping Your shoe, and humming a tune of a song I never heard.

I want to wash my Lord's feet with perfume and tears. I want to sing like an angel for the King. When You spit in my eyes and raise our daughters from the dead, I want to touch Your dirty robes and be healed.