FOUR​.​FOUR: 1​/​4

by Heather Christian & the Arbornauts

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Rule Another complex and lovely release from Heather. Favorite track: Heartbeat.
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Jen The concept for this series is genius - just a shame that in Australia the seasons are out of whack! 'Heartbeat' is one of my favourite songs ever - let alone on this EP. You have to listen! Favorite track: Heartbeat.
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Paul Engel Please tell my wife that if I'm ever in a coma and there's all this TV drama around Will I Ever Come Out Of It, that all you have to do is put headphones on me and loop The End over and over and over, and every time I hear it I'll start to swell just a little bit more than the last time, until finally my nervous system will swell up and out of the black cloud and I'll open my eyes and everybody will cry that It's A Miracle and then there will be cake. Favorite track: The End / Whatever.
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1.
Never Never Never Stop Oh Never Never Never Never Never Never Stop Oh Never Never Never Never Never Never Stop Oh Never Never Never Never Never Never Stop Oh Never Never Never And maybe you'll know where you've been and come out of the the woods, The End The End The End The End The End The End The End Whatever
2.
03:10
How many How many Rattlesnaking reasons kept you from that tomorrow that you just squinted shut and Now Imma Now Imma Measuring in seasons, measuring in summers and the colors of your truck You were just a baby with a cotton head Hoard your planes of balsa-wood in the burnt out shed, now you're Fist fulla waters and cypress greens and you Only want tomorrows and the things I seen. Cycling, Hyper you never found Jesus But who am I to tell you how the world gon' crack Straight shooting dollars, you spend em where you pleases your heart't in blues and purples but you don't look back You are still a badger with a lion's mane Build your dams and bridges where the river came and it Washed and it lost all the shit you built around you but Damned if you don't fix it with your tape and square. How you gonna row with your palace waiting How you gonna row with that load of shale How you gonna find where the water will take you towing home your sister so you can't hoist sail You my friend you my friend that I don't speak to in English, but love you just as wordless where the wind can't cut Family's a feeling, it's bottomless and thing-less and when the flood I'll help you keep the door slam shut. No body knows where the road will take you No body knows if the road'll come Hope is a whisper of shrewd speculation You board the raft you carry then the tide's gonna come and Back to the valley to the burnt out plain Back to Catahoula Parish or the Ivory Shore Back to the chorus Back from whence you came Back to sucking on the sap around the apple core Hoisting high a shovel like a native spear Back to taking pencil tally of the things you hear in the Dark wrestling tree frogging nights of light and splendor and talking awful quiet by the cypress shore
3.
03:57
Friend, I have lost us Mechanized, tossed us out and sold for a cloud Where herons don't slumber Kept in their numbered hearts Split half poles apart. Fox in the parlor singing something at Vesuvius, he lives, he's an arbor in a skeleton of suits til now and Why Why Why Why's I trusted with kindle and flame I hurt the hands like a brick would, like a prick would Like a wing-cycle icy cocoon Like a shark bite and one day, you're a stingray And I love you I love you you're gone Beats only watching Notes notch their own souls out In paper and grout Warm one in winter Kept in my suit and rubbed hot when I worry Held fast in my armory High as the crimson shore That rages no more Fox in the flat bed, he's thumbing for a ride somewhere away from his bunk head and no one understands why he's around ah ah Why's I trusted with silver and stone Ay, why's I gilded and carted before it started Like a night watching tundra goes pink and won't bloom like the sound did, tho unfounded I received you, believed you I'm wrong
4.
03:55
Behind the old brick wall Where Arlington meets South Main I drew a map to God And Nobody prayed for rain Nobody knew the difference and Nobody knew my name I drew a map and winter came. Grandaddy worked on planes and smelled like a Denver pine Barreling down the interstate in Lakeshore's silty mud I'm 6 years old and I know love (oh oh oh) ( a b c d e f g h i j k l m n oh, oh oh oh oh oh oh) Kept in a willow tree written on shoelace ties marrying 5 or 3 good boys rescuing fireflies I drew a map to Arkansas and I made a sequin glove I'm 6 years old and I know love
5.
04:07
Angel in the corner gotta whisper just to keep him like a fever like a flourish like a soldier ivy creeping underneath my door maybe I won't cry no more Hush so I can hear him soft his shoes and tuned his ear to birds and otters dogs and bees who leap and holler crash and boom and shine some silver light maybe they'll stay tonight Nobody knows where the heartbeat'll take you Nobody knows but it pumps all the same Wrap me in silver shadow Sing with me one last time Don't talk about tomorrow Reason, recall, rewind Following the thread I see the dead in all the corners like a trail of living blue that plants a moon over the tub and tries to hold me tight Maybe it'll be alright Whatchoo gonna fold with the paper Whatchoo gonna paint with the spear It's all too narrow close to marrow close to bone it's just you on your own Nobody knows what ghost's gonna name you Nobody knows but you're here all the same Nobody knows where the heartbeat'll take you ba boom ba boom ba boom You be a silver shadow Sing with me one last time Don't talk about tomorrow Reason, recall, rewind Ages and pages and ghost light Weasels'll screech their songs Joy is the only birthright There can't be nothing wrong There can't be nothing wrong There can't be nothing wrong There can't be nothing wrong There can't be nothing wrong.

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The FOUR.FOUR EP series is a seasonal EP collection (Winter thru Fall) that documents a calendar year in the evolution of building and tuning a home studio and living through the seasons as they come. Radiators have been left in. Traffic and mistakes and piano bench squeaks and everything else plays as it was always meant to be there. This EP is a pop-surrealist Vivaldi experiment into what a season does to the heart, but also serves as our sonic snapshot, a love note in super 8, during a year the Arbornauts finally started to build the Arbor and had to learn, over time, to use it.

This EP, 1/4 serves as Winter.

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released December 1, 2015

Songs and the Singing of them: Heather Christian
Cello, piano, and organ: Heather Christian
Drums on "Brother"and "Six Years" : Matt Bogdanow
Ghost Guitar on "Foxes": Sasha Brown
Bass on "Brother": Matt Hubbs
All other sounds, warbles, and the noise wrangling: Matt Hubbs
Mixed and Engineered by Matt Hubbs
at the Arbor in Beacon, NY.

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Heather Christian & The Arbornauts Beacon, New York

An Arbornaut is a three way cross between a flying squirrel, an astronaut, and an angel. I know one as soon as I spot one. They are naturally occuring in nature. I had a dream about them once and started a band. We are a choir and we are an orchestra. We are disgruntled classical musicians & believers in musical traditions of feeling lots of things. This is the noise from the inside of a root. ... more

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