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White Noise Bed

by Santah

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Jo Did Vampire Weekend/Grizzly Bear/The Villagers manage to have some amazing lovechild called Santah? Favorite track: Bat Suite.
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1.
I won’t talk, I won’t phone call Hard to describe The whole notes, hollow tones I’ve got inscribed Here’s two leather bands Irish wristwatches on hand One works, one’s for show It rests seven minutes slow Once is not enough to know To read what we wrote You’ll need every footnote. Last fall you made it play That song ringing with decay These days I hear Nico Only on the radio We can just sing it soft and low.
2.
Oh, Ella, what you gave me Was more of a hole, you took away me Stop my hair from falling Now it’s growing into balding Every bit of it, each curly lock of it lost to the floor No other women could dig in so far as you did to my core Oh, Ella, I was a ripe peach You dug with your thumbs when you pried me Your hands, so strong, caused damage The blood on your tongue, all the carnage Now I am impotent, a bowl of old peach pits rolling away No other women could dig in so far as you did to me No other women could dig in so far as you did to my core
3.
I forgot to fill out the forms So how am I going to be normal? Pick a name that sticks like Jones (Mike Jones?) I didn’t even hear my house foreclose When the walls turn pale And fall in when I cave In the pockets of my pants I thought I kept my manners But all good clothing comes unstitched Thought at last the seems they’ve split The walls turn pale The falling chips of paint The walls turn pale And fall in when I cave
4.
Cold Wave 03:29
How can I erase her for a summer or maybe more She’s stubborn but will she stay? Stay But I gave my rights up. I fucked her whole world up Suddenly in some black black lake, some Mediterranean Sea. Dark night dark Swam away Sparks bright sparks Swam away A cold wave came over first; it was slaking all our thirst It tasted like falling far away But my throat was so dry I hoped for the winter tides To roll me back home from some Mediterranean Sea. Dark night dark Swam away Sparks bright sparks Swam away
5.
It is so hard to wreck a home When it was made to stay afloat We took our time and it’s up to code So if it goes down and we are sliding Into the open mouth of Poseidon There’s enough rowboats So everyone inside keeps their lives Not just children, not just wives Not just brides to be We’re living on and on the o… We’re listening in on on the o… We’re living on, we’re sleeping in The ocean’s white noise bed Everyone swims, everyone wins And when we all swim,we foot the bill So no one’s bucket spills (that’s the rule) Not just dauphins not just dukes Not just he bourgeoisie We’re living on and on the o… We’re listening in on on the o… We’re living on, we’re sleeping in The ocean’s white noise bed Every night there is a marriage It is in concert, there are no tickets Everyone comes, everyone sees The sunset on their knees And something’s gone But not just sailors and salty dogs See the red in every dawn Not just babies, not just moms Know that all birth take some blood Not just babies and their moms Not just doctors and priests
6.
Overgrown 03:34
I want no part of a path I want no part of a garden grown in rows I heard Tiger Lily laugh Overgrown I held my head up very high I gave my face to the sun-stenciled shadows My eyes rolled back I could have died Back in my head I should have known Overgrown I think I fell down just to land Among the nights among other thorny forms I think we might have shared a bed I think we almost had a home Overgrown
7.
We had a deep song long before our language But my love was made up of pages, pages, pages Under her thumbs I squirm Willing away from her world There was a time when I couldn’t move. Deep song off our tongues was ringing through the rafters But when we howled, she scowled at rapture, rapture, rapture Under her thumbs I squirm Willing away from her world There was a time when I couldn’t move We sewed a deep song down into our pockets Where inside she finds some problems and just drops them Under her thumbs I squirm Willingly free from her world There was a time when I couldn’t move
8.
Merry Ann 03:47
I’m nervous in kitchens She fills up copper lungs Merry Ann is not my girlfriend But she still sings along Like whistles like kettles Shouting out day has come It seems right; the sound’s bright At midnight they’ll be dumb I’m deaf darling Anyway, sounds perfect Merry Anytime of day She rolls up her silver The quiet knives under the moon It seems right; they’ll shine bright Come twilight, they’ll be used I’m dead darling Anyway, sounds perfect Merry Anytime of day
9.
Bat Suite 04:20
Underneath the lanterns we made plans Planted heels so tense before they took to the air Underneath the lanterns we made plans The lazy light behind the hanging vines fell on our hands The tops of our hands, the wings of the bats We flew around for forty hours at best The fallen fruit caused you to lose your shoes And all of your stress came off like a dress We don’t need a home; we just want a bed All of the stress Comes off like a dress Don’t need a home We just want a bed We are blind We just fly overhead We are blind to the time When we might have to land
10.
I won’t hold you to the phone Or the stones that you through It’s happening now with far fewer tears Than I could have dreamed in all these years You’ll ride that balloon, your way home To impending doom, volcanoes. You’ll read it in the papers They’ll show it, they’ll show you Just another take on the moment The secrets you sing through the clouds Have dragonfly wings, loose-lipped crowds They’ll hear what they hear and think that they know Your hot air above I’ll hide below You’ll read it in the papers They’ll show it, they’ll show you Just another take on the moment The dragonfly papers will show you Just another take on the moment Here underground all that transpires Is easily seen with one small fire They’ll hear what they hear and think that they know Your hot air above my sub-zero
11.
Are we ill-fated star crossed wonders? Are we old neighbors kissing cousins? Isn’t all summer a chain of islands? Lost our mothers--we defied them. Are we wearing suits like soldiers, Women’s fashion fishing farmers in overalls? Isn’t all summer a chain of islands? Are we lovers dressed in violence? Are we growing lonely gardens? Hoses flowing—have our lives just started? Isn’t all summer a chain of islands Upon the waterbed of violets? Queen Anne’s Laces keeping quiet Are we lovers dressed in violence?

about

Santah was born with their heads in the clouds and their feet stuck in the dirty ground. Luckily, right before they grew up for good, a tidal wave swept them up, quick as can be, and sent them teetering across the continent. They howled in confusion when that water came, arms all flailing, their faces purple as raisins. But they rolled back their eyes and just like that they were in some holy home, right there in their own head, right there on that ocean, riding a wild and blurry-eyed vision, just being the most confused and luckiest boys to ever live or die in the whole goddamn world, just like that, all over the place.

credits

released June 7, 2011

Written by Santah.
Lyrics by Stanton McConnell.
Guitar & vocals by Stanton McConnell, guitars by Mack McConnell, additional vocals by Vivian McConnell, drums & percussion by Steve Plock, bass by Otto Stuparitz, and pianos, organs, & synths by Tommy T. Trafton.
Produced by Matt Dewine and Santah.
Recorded and mixed by Matt Dewine at Pieholden Suite Sound in Rantoul, IL.
Mastered by Jonathan Pines at Private Studios in Urbana, IL.
All photography courtesy of Claire Keating and the Brundage Estate.
Management: Thomas Winkler | Votiv
thomas@votiv.is

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www.santahmusic.com
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Santah would like to thank Matt Dewine, Joe Smyth, Seth Fein, Samantha Phelps, Roger Beu, Tom Winkler, Patrick Hamacher, Daniel Good, Geon Tillinghast, Carlye Wisel, No Sleep Records, our dear friends and families, and everyone who has let us sleep in their beds or on their couches or on their floors. We would like to especially thank "Hap" Anthony Parker, Claire Keating and family, and Mack McConnell.

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