Muralismo

by Muralismo

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Muralismo's self titled debut album. Mark Ashworth writes and sings the songs. Tristan Arnold on bass and woodwind arrangements, Taylor Jacobs on electric guitar, Ines Beltranena on piano and vocals, and Shaun Lowecki on drums. Arranged and Recorded over many months at San Francisco's Tiny Telephone studio.

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released 09 July 2013

Words and music by Mark David Ashworth (@2013 published by Rascacielos Music (SESAC)) except words on “Shirt” (from Classic Ballroom Dances. By Charles Simic. New York, NY: George Braziller, 1980. Used with the permission of George Braziller, Inc.) and words on The Hills have Hides by Ian Young (used by permission of the author). Produced by Mark David Ashworth and Jamie Riotto. Engineered and Mixed by Jamie Riotto. Mastered by Bob Weston at Chicago Mastering. Artwork by Ryan Coffey. All Woodwind arrangements by Tristan Arnold except Shirt, arranged by Kristina James. Woodwind Quintet: Joanna Tse - Flute, Ashley Ertz - Oboe, Jeff Johnson - Horn, Jeremy Flanagan - Clarinet, Kristina James - Bassoon. Additional Musicians: Anthony Anderson - Trumpet; Danah Olivetree - Cello.

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Track Name: Wild Eyed Friend
love, wild eyed friend, you listen here / i didn’t talk you down / just so you could bolt again / when i was a child, / i spoke like a child / when i was a child, / i thought like a child / love enters and leaves through a strident door / that sings the brash brass of angels / between serene dotted whole rests / as a child my grip / would slacken and slip / but its acquired the faith / of a man over a cliff. / deep in this beautiful thing is the threat / that it will leave / deep in this beautiful thing is the reminder / that it will leave / that we are leaving. / wrap your chest around it.
Track Name: Still Life
our minds were clear / the earth shook we paid no mind / from the ripples in our wine / we slowly kept time / our minds are freed by mild weather / painless and well-fed / a vision in the distance / walks an even pace ahead / we devote our lives to mild weather / our roots grow chutes in the thin air / in this careful peace / the past slackens its leash / we invite it in as an equal / and cradle its soft head / a vision in the distance / walks an even pace ahead / stare straight into the camera / history will not have you / with your gaze unhinged / from the present / bravely we remember / and carelessly proceed / a vision in the distance / walks an even pace ahead.
Track Name: Night Shift
the night arrives / and the moon hovers a sickly light / barely above the horizon line. / why should we expect it to shuffle its aching feet / across the encompassing darkness? / and leave its own comforting darkness? / ­the day returns / the clocks tick and the ocean churns / and where am i?  in the same place  i put myself last night. / where with my evening glass and a herculean refusal to act / i sat and marveled at the stillness / and the boredom of it all. / the night arrives / and the moon is still there where we last locked eyes / but who knows - wheres he's been in the intervening time. / confusion reigns!  it reigns and it rains and it blocks up the drains / and i think, "maybe, today will be the day / for the ruffling of sails and shuffling feet." / if i am to stay / may i be like the lamppost that lights your way / as you pass below - a quick flash in a steady glow / and if you look up at night and the moon's in a frenzied and fearful flight / we can still marvel at the stillness / and­ the boredom of it all.
Track Name: Like Stones
we polish each other like stones. / now what words will adhere / to our glassy surface? / when she is done with me / i will be young again / free of the past / and the future. / the houses of the town where we live / shed their dust like a useless skin / squalor in reverse / time goes back home / free of the past / and the present. / we polish each other like stones / sip a bowl of primordial soup. / when she is done with me / i will be free, so free / of the past / and the future.
Track Name: The Hills have Hides
the hills have hides. they are golden / they are sleeping. they are waiting / for the trouble to pass. / the road through the valley / is a damnable distance.  built by / men like me, who were away. / they blasted through the hillls / and sent letters back filled with / drawings, promises, and pay. / the clouds have minds. they are thinking. / they are dropping their shadows / like robes on the grass. / the road through the valley / is a damnable distance.  built by / men like me, who were away.
Track Name: Shirt
to get into it / as it lies / crumpled on the floor / without disturbing a single crease / respectful / of the way i threw it down / last night / the way it happened to land / almost managing / the impossible contortions / doubling back now / through a knotted sleave.
Track Name: The Doom Song
Its a ten minute ride to the end of the earth / that with endless shrugs tries to shake us loose / we welcome the reminder that our roots are not here / that we have no roots / I look at this landscape as if it were my life / and the birds in the trees were the essence of things / how did I get so in tune? / And so confused? / We gather and share all our natures have seen / like building a mansion on a ship on the sea / any reasonable man could see the whole thing is doomed / but I refuse / we share the dreams of our lives - share the twigs of our nests / all the clouds in our heads – all the flowers in our chests / our wandering souls and the cages we use / to keep them true. / 3 times in one week the solid earth purred / like a cat at our feet after feasting on bird / no homes were destroyed and no body was hurt / but the message was heard / to all would settle in a city like this / with its cool caress, and its looming abyss: / with the knowledge of your impending doom / comes a weird endless youth / a strange endless youth.
Track Name: No Home
Slowly, / the houses were sold / the papers were boxed up and stored / in no particular order / there are no walls anymore / no walls to hold / your sodden and old / concept of home / there is no home / no place for your bones / just the dream of a childhood / that you never owned / there is no home / no place to call home / though your parents may call you / even call you their own. / the old coalminer / goes back to the mine / what trace of sweet memory / could he possibly find / is the soot and the coal / that brush against the cold / of his weathered hands / that have nothing to hold / there is no home / no place for your bones / just the dream of a lifetime / that you never owned / there is no home / no place to call home / though your parents may call you / even call you their own.