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make blankets your yard

by jordaan mason

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1.
snow 07:00
there's nothing on the ground but snow so i'm sorry that i stole all your clothes you're wet you're wet you're wet you have no clothes! so come into my bed and we'll stay warm we'll hide out away from the storm you're glowing and you're starting to show you're glowing but you just don't know get out of the snow; please put on your clothes. i don't believe in ghosts! i don't believe in ghosts!
2.
my eyes are closed and the bed still sings. my eyes are closed and the bed still stings.
3.
these ships 03:14
these ships are sleeping. these ships won't wake up. every locked cupboard that we couldn't sing; he didn't say a word.
4.
when the lake hunts me down i will call out its name and i will swim from its shore and i won't come back again.
5.
don't be afraid to lay in the grass. make blankets your yard! don't be afraid to have the window open. make shirts your warmth. make the heat come in. don't try to spit out all the oil in your belly. give lights to dark and don't wear that raincoat! a song is a backyard with too many trees and not enough grass. but if you sing it long enough, well, at least you'll be singing. and maybe every note that comes out of your chest will turn back from its noise and harmonize with your breath. - - - - - - - - soon, i will lose myself, lake erie. i won't come back to shore without the light. so give us all a song to sing for sleeping and we'll etch our voices out into the night.
6.
we want to know where home is so we can leave the lights on all night inviting strangers in to talk to because we're always talking to ourselves and cannot sleep
7.
a carved pear in my hands. i am listening for the whales. and they sing: happy birthday; you're almost old enough to know better. i am old enough to know better.
8.
skeleton 01:57
o my skeleton lover dancing in my mother's clothes indelible, no wastrel flasking through the redwood trees holding onion peels and showing your bare chest watching as my legs turn to wheels and in my disguise, i am a stranger the mountains hold their umbrellas high but o my skeleton lover i will keep you safe in the leaves
9.
these are the floorboards where i first fell in love these are the arms that used to hold so much this was my shortcut and these were my hands i used to walk and i used to know where i was going: 'nowhere!' but i still live here in this room in this house made with delicate paper cutting my arms off with useless engagements locking the windows with flower arrangements my mouth is still open and i am still speaking but without my mantra i have nothing to say my hands have always tried to dance first but now i'm ready: tapping my tongue on the roof of my mouth 'burning the yard down!'
10.
quiet 03:36
all of the raspberries gone from my hands and when the water runs low i sly against the house and hold the walls in my birchtree arms the lake smells awful today and every day the birds come and take little pieces of my body away with them we are the same underneath these stains my portrait is still learning how to dry and i am following them into the woods tonight i will find their paintings and their cars i will be quiet
11.
my eyes are closed and the bed still sings. my eyes are closed and the bed still stings.
12.
tried to love the cracks in the window but i couldn't fix my teeth and it's too dark to see what's eating me alive grin the moon from your mouth and give each phase back to night leave your shirt and your clarinet by the door and let me peel the apples from your arms let me carve maroon in the sky coz every closet song that you sing grows with sunflowers from my eyes and when we go back to coney island our names will still be in the dock coz every haircut song that you sing haunts me from the hallway clock 'so let's go back to bed!' there's a break in the clouds over to the northwest and still the seeds in my lungs try to grow sing the birds from my arms and migrate back to me again close the drawers and turn on the light coz as the light breaks, i remain still and the ferris wheel stays dead on the shore and is that you with your flashlight? coz i'm not alone here no, i'm not alone and as my body joins the earth your feet will walk my path and as the waves rise past your ears, i'll sing this song

about

a small town and a lake. a hunter and a gatherer. a yard and a pack of matches. a real boy and a ghost. bed singing, beds stinging.

incredibly illiterate songs written during the transition from hometown to the rest of the world. settling into a new home, a new language, but confused as always, as always.

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released December 9, 2005

jordaan mason: voice/illiteracy, guitar, piano, accordion, glockenspiel, hand-claps, tape collages
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dustin goldklang: voice (6)
jb hunter: voice (10)
tony presley: voice (6)
shelby sifers: voice (1)
matt vail: clarinet (3), voice (5)

recorded between july-december 2005 and released as a CD-R with hand-painted covers, all of which were different.

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jordaan mason Toronto, Ontario

a confused human being singing songs about being a confused human being

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