FOUR​.​FOUR: 4​/​4

by Heather Christian & The Arbornauts

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Paul Engel My favorite song is Tomorrow, psychedelic in a She’s A Rainbow kind of way. Wagon Wheel is another favorite, a HC two-fer special where the outro feels like a whole new song. Influenza will drop you into a deep REM. Why Aren’t...Montague features the great guitar playing of Sasha Brown (check out Long Arc). The Wicked is fallen-soldier sadbeautiful and it hits like a bulls-eye in the humanity place of the heart, where in our next president, it is barren. Tidal's arrangement rises like a ... Favorite track: Tomorrow.
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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, 4/4 serves as Fall.


released December 20, 2016

Songs and the Singing of them: Heather Christian

Guitars: Sasha Brown

Cellos and Basses: Josh Myers

Drums: Matt Bogdanow

Flutes, Music Boxes, Tambourines, Choral Quails and Fluff-crap: Heather Christian

Additional Voices on "Wagon Wheel": Jill Frutkin, Jason Craig, Jessica Jetliffe, Manda Martin, Meg Kelly, Matt Hubbs, Amber Renee Gray, Angus and Charlie. (thank you for coming over on Halloween and singing in my living room in a costume.)

Additional Voices on "Tomorrow" : Josh Myers

French Horn on "The Wicked" : Matt Marks

Co-Lyricist on "Why are You Even Trying To Be A Montague" : Jill Frutkin

Recorded in The Arbor, Beacon NY

Mix: Matt Hubbs

Master: Tim Boyce

Special Thanks again to Dylan Carrow for building the perfect Arbor mic,
Stowe Nelson for lending us what we don't have yet
Jill Frutkin for being the Patty Boyd of the Arbor


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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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Track Name: Wagon Wheel
Little red colt, why you in the water?
Little blue float snaking through the atmosphere
Little blue streak descended on your daughter
and I told her
She’s heavy on the tongue
And gonna need a wagon wheel

Cardinal sin
Cardinal direction
Cardinal song is melancholy made of tin
When your angel turns ghost and offers your intention
But I told her
is it worth the fun
that now you don’t know how to feel

Why you gotta run so far from me
Why you gotta go so far ahead
If there’s truth in secret to his alchemy, you’d be better dead
You’d be better dead

Silent as a kite dancing for a stranger
Devil on the drone bartering a better deal
Swallowing sighs, spitting at the ranger
For once I’ve gone a little dumb
pushing on the wagon wheel

Soon you’ll be a quaking crow cacauphony
who sees it fit to open close the sky
and barks his orders hard back at the cavalry
and you’d be better blind
you’d be better blind

It sounds like
It sounds like
It sounds like

Try to do the thing instead

Oooooooh—It sounds like
Ooooooooh—It sounds like
oooooooooh—It sounds like
Try to do the thing instead
Track Name: That's the Truth
It is hard
It is hard
It is hard

It is hard
It is hard
It is hard

It is hard
It is hard
It is hard

It is hard
It is hard.
Track Name: Hangman
Hangman cometh, Iceman, Shark
your hand's too slippery, sound's too dark
I’m falling falling falling falling
way down

Upside down and blue foot too
The ticks too loud to fight with you
And I’m alright
I’m patient, too
above ground

So go and ask the paint man why
all the navy and the gold and crimson

You’re a turtle with a tiger’s eye
You catch the brightening, the bold and dimming, why
would you ever turn around again?


Road goes snaking out behind
and up in front
the dirt is mine
my oyster, cloister, boisterous receiver

Hatches open hanging out
befall, believe me, see me out
we’ll all remark your grace as you are leaving

And you could have a good long cry
Fill a moat so you can float down easy

you’re a turtle with a tiger’s eye
you catch the bellow in the hell bent season, why
would you ever turn around again?

Track Name: Macchu Pichu
I put up the Tower of Babel
I put up the GW Bridge
I put up the Great Wall of China
I put up the Bonnet Carre

I put up that high wall at Garrison
I put up the mute nose-less Sphinx
I put up St. Basil’s Cathedral
I put up the Taj Mahal

I build Macchu Picchu in candle sticks
And Christ the Redeemer in foil
I fill my own loch ness with toothpaste
And tape Mont Michel to the wall

I cart my own mammoths to Stone Henge
I put up the Bandenburg gate
I put up the Mount Eden Crater
I am maybe too little too late
Track Name: Influenza
Influenza feels like desire
Alone in a room full of ghosts in my dreams

Influenza has likely killed millions
Probably made millions off weaklings like me

Running down the highway
Running to the sea
I take my small dreams with me.

Lost in the Congo, the world’s kind of ending
The N Train still runs, though, through jungle and trees

I’m trying to leave with my best friend, the weasel
I feel too much love, though, to do much else but sing

I turn into the highway
I turn into the sea
I take my small dreams with me.
Track Name: Why Aren't You Even Trying to be a Montague
Grounds gone cold and
I let all the zinnias die
My legs both broke and
I don’t even remember why

I’m calling out to you but
You don’t even wanna try
Don’t even wanna lay down and die
with me up in this tomb
The flowers dead son,
cause I can’t seem to find my thumb
It’s just my head some
I never meant to call you dumb

Flap your hands round
and Tell me why you wouldn’t come
Underneath the ground at
Six foot one with me
up tin this tomb

Silence is a virtue
In the case of mom and kings
I got friends up in the dirt too
When the stuff falls of the string
You want someone whose better
Gonna tell you what to do
Take my pulse and wear my sweater
Gonna ravel all of you

The birds keep weaving
and tie a marker round my feet
I’m stuck believing
We’ll never squirrel enough to eat

Call me Sinker
and say the rose was never sweet
I’ll believe it when you’re reposing sweet
with me up in this tomb
Track Name: Sip O Water
back of my palatte
is all aluminum
one hard callous
of valves and atriums
space around it open wide
space around it open wide
felt and mallet to break the tedium

twin machetes
two peaks and tuning pins
Once i’m ready
I’m gonna use the things
arms in iron open wide
arms in iron fold inside
mean and steady
resolves the heroine

Whatchoo gonna do now that summers gone
once it throws a little ice on
the lion in the fire who be
wailing like a mother with a
lizard tongue never got a sip a water
for weather that’ll follow
and she’ll rearrange the room around the sturm and drom
making eyes at bernadette who gave her
goodness back to jesus
while the kitchen burns a kettle
with a blackened lung
never got a sip a water for the the weather that’ll follow
never got a sip a water
never anythingthing but hollow
never got a sip a water
never got a sip a water sip a

feast the titan
a maws another thing
beasting and biting
a soldier smoldering
I got things I keep inside
I got things I keep in side
wait for lightning
to wipe despite again.
Track Name: Tomorrow
You draw an arrow straight home to me, sparrow,
my train can run parralell, too
At least part of the beauty of a map traced in 2-D is clear
to the studious few
And peace comes to the mathematic synthetic core, if I
just keep on walking, I’ll arrive at your door, maybe tomorrow
while the iron is still warm

I can take half of the total times laughed off and scoffed at
I’ve stashed them all down
And pay with their currency, the four lives in front of me, the rest
I can barter with sound, and what’s
left in my coat pockets, for dinner we’ll share. And
deaf blind and penniless, happy, stiff, scared of tomorrow
and these things that I’ve bought

Difference difference difference difference between

Deference, reverence, sever its shoots on the bean

Sanity, brevity, bravery, levity— these are the virtues
are any restored or recorded or
pored over once the romance of it leaves?

Punch drunk and loaded, the black star imploded so
why does the birthday girl sigh?
Solace in energy and collective synnergy,
I’ve robbed
the guardians

How many timbres can soothe me assured as completely as one breath and nary a word will tomorrow? Maybe none.
Track Name: The Wicked
The farthest we go
is Denver til first snow
O Samson, Delilah and Job,
the old names go hard.

And what shall we see?
some red dirt with white knees
one lost prayer on last winter’s geese
throwing lines ‘cross the yard.

The shamed go unread,
unnoted and un-heart-fed
when I lay down, who’ll make my bed
and help me back home?

The field races on
Won’t keep me or stay long
Too bad I’m too wicked and wrong
To put it down right.
Track Name: Tidal
Somebody sing. Grab hold my throat and
pray for my freedom.
One quarter’s gone to sleep and phone calls and
keeping the lights on.

Love is a tyrant who is short with me
who took my arms and elbows for his debts
but if I could still reach the lever to this wind machine
I’d blow us both back far as we could get

And somewhere deep, my blood speaks english and
I am half crazy
Lions in tow — once wicked and line drawn
right now is hazy

Maybe you’re just a song I sing for company
And nothing’s gonna matter come the dawn
so fall on me and die if it suits you formally
I will follow you till we’ve stripped these shores to stone
I will follow you till we’ve stripped these shores to stone

Go and hide your kids beneath the cellar door
Go and draw a map back to your bed
Go get right with God and settle your score
The tide is gonna take you now instead

I’ve been a Tidal, Tidal Wave
heavy, my boom hits ground again
Sending the old towns to their graves
Massive, unquantified by men
I’ve been a Tidal, Tidal Wave

And no one’s the wiser
And no one’s the wiser
And no one’s the wiser
And no one’s the wiser
And no one’s the wiser
And no one’s the wiser
And no one’s the wiser
And no one’s the wiser