White Noise Bed

by Santah

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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.

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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

www.nootherwomen.com
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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Track Name: Irish Wristwatch
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.
Track Name: No Other Women
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
Track Name: Chips of Paint
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
Track Name: Cold Wave
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
Track Name: White Noise Bed
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
Track Name: Overgrown
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
Track Name: When I Couldn't Move
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
Track Name: Merry Ann
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
Track Name: Bat Suite
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
Track Name: Dragonfly Papers
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
Track Name: Neighbors & Cousins (Are We Lovers?)
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?