Arbouretum to open for Roky Erickson

At The Ottobar in Baltimore, November 7. More show news soon!

Coil Sea Record Available for Preorder

Coil Sea, the new improv LP featuring Dave Heumann and Matthew Pierce from Arbouretum, is now available from Thrill Jockey to preorder. It is a limited edition LP that will likely go pretty quickly....check here to read about it, check out some tracks, and preorder it.

Oh, yes- and here's a video advertisement for the record-

Coil Sea advertisement from Thrill Jockey Records on Vimeo.

At long last- Song of the Pearl Lyrics

Ok, so I had a link here to our myspace blog where the lyrics are posted, but, as buggy as myspace tends to be, the link didn't work right unless you were at present logged in, and led to some kind of internal server error. So here's the myspace blog post cut&pasted in its entirety, stupid mood status indicator and all.
Saturday, August 07, 2010

Song of the Pearl Lyrics
Current mood: fermented
Category: Music


False Spring (Heumann, Wilson)

come along, we'll ride together
not far to go but it's too far to turn back
voices are calling our names from the top of the hill
we'll raise a glass to appease them all
there, a stark and corroded memoria-
it creases the day into separate noon and night
how streaks of blight mar the long and rolling green

comes the stride of the bold explorer
he made his name sailing 'round the golden horn
"I'll tell you that ashes are never envious-
the first to lose and the last restored"
a deal was struck and the room grew silent
lending its weight to the new misgivings
in air too still to support any fragrances

how did time become so careless?
where, the ivory stairs and the river of pools?
where, the early blooms and the dawning?
it's hard to remember arriving here at all
stranger shapes coalesce in the deepening light
an owl obscures, then steals, the sun
it's colder now than it was some moments ago


Another Hiding Place (Heumann)

on this highway
with the sunlight in my eyes
and the cities gliding by
thoughts are unprotected
there's disorder
with the insides all exposed
and I'm trying to watch the road
and the radio's playing

last night found me
with a woman in her bed
who was new to me instead
of the one who's waiting
I slid softly
into warmth and amnesia
derelict and drunken
softly overtaken

O from here to nowhere to go
better find another hiding place
I can't find no worries sometimes
when I get a feeling I can face

now it's broken
and a foreign afterglow
fills the skies with what is known
and what is kept hidden
I'll discard it
and the rest I'll disavow
I'll disguise myself somehow
right out in the open

daylight blazes
there's a carcass on the side
of the road and still I ride
as the high birds circle
my mind's wandering
as so oftentimes it does
with the cirrus clouds above
and the miles I've covered




Down by the Fall Line (Heumann, Varsalone)

the leaves are waving the sun down
they're whispering that it won't be long
O I can see the peidmont
cascading to the fall line

there is a watchman on the moon
and lies are here and liars too
but they won't ever find us
if we keep ourselves apart

the wolves were driven from the town
but in the leaves they're still around
O I can see their yellow eyes
past the edges of the fire's glow

tonight I hold her fast and slow
and tell her things that can't be known
I'll wait until she falls asleep
and go outside to watch the black




Song of the Pearl (Heumann, Wilson)

nights were spent waiting for days
back in the brown times
and there in the rising midwinter's sun
was abraham's ram caught in the thicket
and what appeared
was told in turbulence on the water
when she was near
there could be no home apart from this
but now its gone, long gone-
when I look out across a clearing
it is obscured

out on an ocean dark and vast
two fishes tied, at alpha are bound
waving a pole and waking the dead
the goatherder turned the shining stars
and so turned she,
and there awoke a staring eye
but not a mouth-
I'd become as passerby
O in a world long gone
she waits, she waits for me
horizons sing

I saw her last
in a hazy, dark, and crowded room
stramlined and fast
shameless with everyone
and when the last song's playing
here she comes, carring a pitcher
to fill the flood



Thin Dominion (Heumann)

here comes a wave big as a building
there goes the firm unyielding ground
and I won't, believe I won't fall headlong- that would be
ill advised and pernicious

last night, the ceiling cracked and spidered
and sleep did not befriend me
I suppose that anyway it's best in darkened rooms
left to spies, and in secret

just need a bloom, a fire and no grief
gonna bring 'em back, right back to you
and the end, the losing end, won't find me anywhere
in the gales I'll not weaken

you were apart, but not away long
I sought you out at midnight
there are those who seem oppposed to opening chamber doors
I am one of a different order



Infinite Corridors (Heumann)

garrolous laughter echoes through the streets and recedes
headlights glare brightly, then pass, as the wet pavement gleams
but no one is calling for you, all those voices are gone
a humming, reverberant sound fills your head with new song

the foot of the mountain looks up to a perilous climb
(with) symbols engraved in the air of an alien sky
here, there is no loneliness, no reflections allowed
and no one to cover your form and its nakedness now

morning breaks in at right angles, with edges and seams
the cloud forests vanishing now, all these shapes from a dream
the world of the wide open eye doesn't offer a thing
but newspapers stacked to a ceiling where dim cobwebs cling



The Midnight Cry (Heumann, Wilson)

time was short, and with autumn coming on
William watched for word and searched the skies
watched for word and searched the skies
and a million pairs of eyes
waited for the darkening of day

soon we'll sing, and if not we'll watch and pray
surely '43 or '44
'43 or '44, but not a moment more
he will come and take us to the throne

one more day, and one more night
then he's gonna come in on the clouds
gonna come in on the clouds
and every head will bow
lit with power and great glory

now it's late and the hour's come and gone
William hung his head and heaved a sigh
hung his head and heaved a sigh
then out went the midnight cry
his broken hearted flock just walked away.


"tomorrow is a long time" is a Bob Dylan song and has been published elsewhere,
so it was not included here.
Currently listening:
Song of the Pearl
By Arbouretum
Release date: 2009-03-10
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