The Unconscious Echo

by Cinder Well

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1.
Through the Tendons When all, when all arms become strained I’ve been trying to reach you Through the tendons I’ve seen a whole dark place, I’d rather not have seen Everyone’s neck deep in their heads Nothing, nothing but the wind Will bring the floorboards back again For the whole house was covered in wings They lined the walls until the ceiling was in No one, no one but the walls will see me out the door at all Nothing will mourn for me here Save the still and empty lair Roll the marble The floor is slanted all downhill From the corner I’m going home someday
2.
Insulation of the Silence In the barge, is where we hold our heavy pardons the coal train in the corridor the heavy smell of absence hold the candle out in front of you in the dark long enough to form a shadow you’ll grow out of contrast my eyes, they are weaker than they once were they are starting to deceive me, creating figures where there are none I hear a voice from inside me when my mouth is shut the insulation of the silence it is the sound within the womb The weight of concrete, the weight of bones The old four walls, the new hole in the ground the empty hall the empty bar room and the dance hall your hair smoke stained fibers you hold the empty glass close to your heart I am awoken in the distance you and I akin forever forever in that we are The weight of concrete, the weight of bones The old four walls, the new hole in the ground
3.
Mayn Rue Platz Don’t look for me where myrtles green You will not find me there, my beloved Where lives wither at the machines There is my resting place Don’t look for me where myrtles green You will not find me there Don’t look for me where birds sing You will not find me there, my beloved I am a slave where chains ring There is my resting place Don’t look for me where birds sing You will not find me there Don’t look for me where fountains spray You will not find me there, my beloved Where tears flow and teeth gnash There is my resting place Don’t look for me where fountains spray You will not find me there If you’ll have me with certainty So come to me, my beloved And take the gloom from my weary heart And make sweet my resting place If you’ll have me with certainty My beloved
4.
safe like a widow far from the shore if you stay longer, you may fall from the void, you may fall something is burning in rings of water altars of stolen lace, softly lay softly The old man is dead and they’re feeding me sugar again ornery father, stray from the vile that you hold top the shelves off with cold paper dolls from the cracks in the old southern wall finally my son has come from the depths back from us
5.
The Unconscious Echo Like the house recalls sounds of the previous haunter Memory takes up dwelling in the body Beyond the happens of the days, what was unseen and unlived The body holds the sounds of the past they keep echoing The house holds the sound of the past they keep echoing The disembodied dwelling in the house made of wood The creaking in the walls, the smell you want to know The oil in the lamp stand it keeps burning The body holds the sounds of the past they keep echoing Some of us dream of boats and some of fire The sound within the womb, a yelling in the veins The coursing and the pain, the unconscious echo My body holds the the gas chambers The trains, the killing mound The evictions and the hiding, and the cracks in the wall Distorted by no findings of anything at all Save the whole burning And the cold concrete Your body held the echo of your own breath Where do they go now that you’ve become pollen in the air? Do I hold them for you until mine stops containing me? Do I hold them or somehow will they unchain me?
6.
Brittle Bones I am walking down I am walking down Nice warm bed, here to help you rest I am walking down I am walking down Your brittle bones like fall leaves heavy held in mother’s arms the weight in my arms heavier than you meant changed into color of fall leaves
7.
The One to the East and West Its happened fore to my kin Several times and its terror again Water up the walls ‘til it fills the air To take us from the shore again We thought the wave was heavier than the air In our blood and in our lungs Thought it washed out the light and brought the dark To take us from the shore again We are floating up and down Holding breath and coming up again We are floating up and down Holding breath and coming up again My father feels the shallowness Flutters his hand toward the light switch Pulls some bodies from the water depths To take us to the shore again The river with the fish in it The one to the east and west The river through your hometown We are floating up and down

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Music by:
Amelia Baker: vocals, guitar, pump organ, shruti box, fiddle
Marit Schmidt: viola, vocals
Mae Kessler: fiddle
Magnus Nymo: drums, vocals
Pete Olynciw: upright bass
CPN: fiddle

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released May 11, 2018

For Paul Woods, Emily Smalls, and all who passed in the Ghostship fire and the Montecito mudslides.

Recorded, mixed and mastered by Nich Wilbur at The Unknown Studios in Anacortes, Washington.

Photography and design by Carter Murdoch.

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