FOUR​.​FOUR: 3​/​4

by Heather Christian & the Arbornauts

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Maria S. Spectacular effort. HC is on top form this year! Favorite track: Hammer.
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Jen Really enjoying the variety in this series of EPs and wasn't expecting electro pop. Upbeat, lustful lyrics for the heat of summer. Favorite track: Where My Girls At.
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Rule updated rant - HOW IS THIS NOT SELLING IN THE BILLIONS!!!
I'll always grab a new release by heather. As the summer Ep in the series, it's heavier, more stomp and brightness. Lovely stuff as always. Favorite track: Girls of Endless Summer.
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1.
Who gonna be the girls of this endless summer? Who gonna be the prince of this heedless keep? Now's gonna be the time that I'm flailing under don't you hear me don't you wonder what is beneath this quantum leap? If you got a map that makes you pretty and you gotta dollar to your name I'll pack you a trunk to leave your town behind to find and pillage love and all it's chartreuse and morning dove. Silent inside your spoon Silent beside your fired pistons silent you tied your tongue and hummed a tune for the reveling and roving ones Let us be brave and not get twitchy Let us be older than we feel Let us be bolder wiser witchy wingspan's itching to get large and crash through the wall to break your seal. Silent atop the dune Silent beneath the breaking water Silent you flagged the kite to hoist the prayer for splinters and saving ones What'd you do What'd you find What'd you ask What'd you keep What'd you search Where's the rind Who da wolf Who da sheep Who's the milk Who's the cut Who's the fever dream of Who'd you spill Who'd you buy Who you choose for your love Who you love Who you love Who you choose for your love Who you love Who you love Who you choose for your love Who you love Who you love (etc ad nauseum amen.)
2.
How do I stop this manic machine while held to its piston, sever it clean, love Body’s a broke bat Bam de de bam de de bam de de When do I slip clean behind the stair where I can still hear you and nobody cares and nobody knows us Bam de de bam de de bam de de Time is a hoodrat bam de de bam de de bam de de Dumb as a secret bam de de bam de de bam de de So where are my girls at where are my girls at When I am outside uner the dome I talk to your goblin letters from home and touch where you marked me Bam de de bam de de bam de de This one is june and that one september that one’s july and these are the things I remember Come to me sleepless wordless and windless, Vesuvius How do you turn when it’s only gravity moving us Where are my girls at where are my girls at One for the forehead two for the hand and three for the crying be where you am, girl don’t give me heartache just give me teeth don’t dress up in rubies that spider beneath I hear you I hear you I hear you I hear you I hear you girl I hear you I hear you I hear you I hear you I hear you girl I hear you I hear you I hear you I hear you I hear you girl I hear you I hear you I hear you I hear you I hear you girl eh.
3.
04:48
I silent spread the butter on the knife the song comes slow like snow when out the light Why did I wish it so why did I break the egg to taste the yolk My line has lost the locust to its bed And tributaries feed and never fed Why do I come (ha) so and why even wake for things that are unspoke The sound of my voice is a hammer Calling out to God Calling without an answer to take my bag and my piston, bell and my hammer so crow you won’t fly away I don’t want you to go right away had I stopped the swinging of the door or looped up long and turbulent and swore where does it come from, son Where does it wait in liquid round the core The sound of my voice is a hammer Calling out for mud triying to get it damper Trying to sink it with lead and coal so it’s phantom and it wont float away No it wont float I don’t want you to go
4.
So the melody spins One time And Leviathan waits to splay me wide open Holding tight to the pin that spears the sublime How do I keep us where moons cannot transit and neither does Neptune I shake my feathers at June, thinking of symmetric lines and circles cocentric intersections of time and I ask you this The beast’s gonna come out at night and ask you your answers and I want you next to me Ooh I want you next to me Ooh I want you next to me Ooh I want you next to me Ooh 1. I’ve braved the old “die for radio and secret sight” I am waving on liquid your fever, lamplight Blameless of time 2. And my force goes and weakens at night and you are a dune whose blue sand shifts my weight and the base of my spine And I want you next to me If there’s a house it is straw and you’re next to me There is a cord and it pulls me upright in the pool of you Creatures with mathematic angles and areas live So I take all these things in stride why won’t you come with me Ooh I want you next to me oooh I want you next to me Oooh
5.
03:17
Strangely strangely, coming up quick like a battering ram in the throat and only heaven knows Why the wicked singing me sick gonna clackety boom boom fall, a line of dominoes So why the welcome Hi and why the big brass bone When we’re too small inside to hear its craw Hear its craw Hear its craw Stung a stinger poking through snow at the memory box I vowed to keep the letters in Whose cathedral, where do we go when the clackety boom boom falls and knocks the ceilings in And packs me into a ball of woe and wanting you And feels me down the hall in red light Who’m I supposed to call to get my compass true when North is just the end of your headlight Take me out to dry and let the centuries fall I will not go blind, I won’t be here at all won’t be here at all Stick me in my palms and let the blood run blue Sing me til I’m gone and dead from wanting you from wanting you Down here with me wanting you Down here with me wanting you Down here with me wanting you
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7.
04:40
Anger’s a punk we keep in the hall, and I’m on the floor not speaking at all Here’s another quarter, play it loud enough to drown the sounds of my homesick husband We sow seeds, we sow seeds, we sew things back together so you can fall apart again We sow seeds, we sow seeds, we sew things back together so you can fall apart again Hope is a crow I’ve starved in my car Seeing too little, feeling too far When he comes to claw my eyes out will I hide my hands or stand with my one true cousin. We sow seeds, we sow seeds, we sew things back together so you can fall apart again We sow seeds, we sow seeds, we sew things back together so you can fall apart again We sow seeds, we sow seeds, we sew things back together so you can fall apart again We sow seeds, we sow seeds, we sew things back together so you can fall apart again We sow seeds, we sow seeds, we sew things back together so you can fall apart again We sow seeds, we sow seeds, we sew things back together so you can fall apart again

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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, 3/4, serves as Summer.

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released August 28, 2016

Songs and the Singing of them: Heather Christian
Producing, Engineering, Mixing: Matt Bogdanow
Guitars and all Guitar arrangements: Sasha Brown
All Drums Real, Electronic and Imaginary: Matt Bogdanow
Strangeling Choral Arrangement: Heather Christian
Supplimental Ninja and Occasional Synethesiac Dramaturgy: Jill Frutkin

Mastered by Tim Boyce

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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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