Pro-replicated CD edition of "little stories told by ghosts." Artwork taken from the British Library and the Smithsonian. Layout and design by ghost ghost teeth. Comes with a free piece of surf polished jade collected from the beach that inspired the album's 3rd track.
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I left my coat
in the car
so everyone
could see my dress
when I walked
into the bar
you were there
very handsome
a bottle at your lips
when we left together
you had your hands
upon my hips
and when you killed me
with that brick
from the ground
we were down by the water
and the lights were all around
you didn’t even know that I was there
as my blood flowed out
and the river flowed on
a thousand feet away
no girl will ever kiss me
your bullet killed that in me
before it ever had a chance to grow
you won’t see me on your tv
the world didn’t want me
the world won’t care
now that I’m gone
you heard me crying as you ran away
as my blood flowed out
and the river flowed on
a thousand feet away
I played on this beach
as a child
with my mother
and my father
still together
now I lay here
with the sand turning black
and you’re standing
with that knife in your hand
and the water
comes lapping at my feet
and you’re crying
with the fog rolling in
when they find me
jade pickers walking by
my new dress
will be tangled round my thighs
and my fingers
twisted at my side
I played here
as a little girl
with my mother
who was my whole world
made sand castles
every single day
til the green tide
washed them all away
I’ve never been very good
I never was very good to you
I drank and beat you
but I was your dad
Smith & Wesson
Model 36
my sock drawer
wrapped in a rag
bullets in a preserves jar
and last night
we had a fight
and I walked out the door
and last night
we had a fight
and nothing will ever be alright again
You followed me
You murdered me
and left me lying there
you followed me
you murdered me
and out came blood and water
I walked down to the creek
forgot my winter jacket
past the swing set
Where we slaughtered pigs
the family stones
covered with snow
my father and my grandparents
the rusty trucks against the barn
we knew we’d never fix
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when you were a baby
and wouldn’t fall asleep at night
your mama would put you in the passenger seat
of our green Chevy Blazer
and drive up and down Cameron Ridge
Tires kicking up gravel
and the deer would freeze for a second
in the headlights
and then dart out of the way
and the trees cast shadows
and the radio was tuned to WWVA 98.7
playing Ronnie Milsap
and TG Sheppard
and Dottie West
Alabama
Eddie Rabbitt
Johnny Lee
and I was at home
listening to the same songs
at the same time
with a bottle of jack on the table
and all the guns
save one
on the rack downstairs
about
Dunnock are a band that have often defined ourselves in terms of our failures, and "little stories" represents our best effort to fail ambitiously.
credits
released May 18, 2018
On this recording Dunnock consisted of:
Aidan O’Flynn – Keyboards and viola
Jacob Thomas – Guitar, drums, keyboards, percussion, mountain dulcimer, sampler, field recordings, drum machine, pieces of silver, vocals
with
Tammy McCoy – Guest vocals on 2, 4
Sam Lemmons – Guest vocals on 3
Balan – Drums on 2
Patrick Martens – Additional drums on 3
Jakob Battick – Lead guitar on 2
Aidan Flaherty – acoustic guitar on 3
HL – acoustic guitar on 1, χορός throughout
Track 4 contains lyrical elements from “Am I Born to Die?,” taken from Charles Wesley’s “Hymns for Children” (1763)
Recorded between the months of March 2013 and January 2018 in The Aviary and other locales.
supported by 4 fans who also own “little stories told by ghosts”
Hair-raising!!! For maniacs only. It has the quality of channeling, like the Pandiscordian releases, but more planned, showing an understanding that could only be called... Mastery. Brilliant stuff. moskratchy