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Hey, don’t you look back,
it’s not a wandering life
you should be looking to.
Hey, don’t you go back,
there’s nothing left for you there
that town is broken through.
I don’t want you to feel a wanting for something so far away.
I don’t want you to feel a longing for something that’s had its day.
I don’t want you to fade to gray
I just want you to know someday will not come again.
Hey, don’t you look back
it’s not a wondering eye
you should be looking through.
Hey, don’t you go back
there’s not a someday soon
that somebody owes to you.
I don’t want you to spend your days on a moment that’s lost to you.
I don’t want you to speak to something that’s never been spoken to.
I don’t want you to fade away
I want you to realize someday will not come again.
I don’t want you to feel a wanting for something so far away.
I don’t want you to feel a longing for something that’s had its day.
I don’t want you to fade and stay
I just want you to know someday will not come again.
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Well, all right, something ain’t right, my medication’s off.
That’s why I must be tired and looking for more.
I wanted it all
but something ain’t right
I feel awful and high
I’ve gotten caught
falling for all of your
sentimental cures.
Well, all right, something ain’t right, my medication’s gone.
I’m tied, drowning in wires and cellophane.
I wanted it all
something went wrong
I feel all fucked up
and alone
I got caught
falling for all of your
promises and cures.
Take it one by one,
that’s doctor’s orders,
until you find someone—
but there ain’t no cure for that.
Well, all right, something ain’t right, my medication’s failed.
Oh why didn’t I try that little pill?
I wanted it all
but something ain’t right
I feel awful and high
I’ve gotten caught
falling for all of your
sentimental cures.
I wanted it all
something went wrong
I feel all fucked up
and alone
I got caught
falling for all of your
promises and cures.
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Meet me in the mountains where I roam.
Meet me in the mountains, I don’t want to be alone.
Meet me and a wander we will go.
Meet me in the garden by the stair.
Meet me in the garden, there’s a quiet corner there.
Meet me and a secret I will share.
Meet me by the waters of a stream.
Meet me by the waters, wash away our suffering.
Meet me and don’t ever say you’ll leave.
Meet me there where it’s raining,
it won’t do you no harm.
Time goes by like a wave of the hand
when I got you in my arms.
Meet me at the door outside my home.
Meet me at the door and press your body to my own.
Hold me and don’t ever let me go.
Meet me in the mountains where I roam.
Meet me in the mountains, I don’t want to be alone.
Meet me and a wander we will go.
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That morning began with wide-eyed illusions all laid out.
That’s not how a band can survive.
That’s not how a man can survive it.
Don’t worry for me, I feel fine for now.
Don’t worry for me, not tonight.
That evening began with five more illusions all laid out.
That’s not how you plan for confusion.
That’s not how a man can define it.
Don’t worry for me, I feel fine for now.
Don’t worry for me, not tonight.
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Some will rise, some will fall,
some will go nowhere at all.
Of all things known and unknown
I know you and I will go far.
When life’s running away,
and time’s running you down,
girl, don’t be afraid
you’ve got me now.
Some will fall, some will rise,
some will live and never survive,
but I know what I know,
and I know you and I will get by.
Time’s running away,
and life’s running you down,
girl, don’t be afraid,
I’ve got you now.
I know how it began, not how it will end,
so take all that you need, leave all that you can.
I will always believe in you, and more,
so fall down if you need to fall, I’m at your door.
Some will rise, some will fall,
some will go nowhere at all.
Of all things known and unknown
I know you and I will go far.
Life's broken you down
and time's fallen away
stand up and be found—
fire, friends, and dreams is all you need.
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When I was born I fell laughing and running from the womb.
I don’t recall when it was that my memory began,
but when it did it was an anger I remember
I still hold it close to my chest.
Oh, that’s just another mistake that I made of a few.
When I was seventeen I danced and when running for the world.
It was a good year that year, I fell in love, I found a girl,
then threw it all away in a day
knowing love wasn’t something I could use.
Oh, that’s just another mistake that I made of a few.
When I was older I settled in the town where I was born.
It was all I could do for to finally find a home,
but what I lacked was a wind at my back
so I left it for somewhere far and new.
Oh, that’s just another mistake that I made of a few.
As I lay dying I gasped and went falling for my bed.
It was all I would do for a hand to lay my head,
but she was gone and it was I who died alone
with a sigh for a life I did not choose.
Oh, that’s just another mistake that I made of a few.
Now looking back it’s a wonder that I ever lived at all
and all I got to remind you that I did is my song.
It goes on, and on, and on, and on—
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I don’t go outside anymore now that these four walls been raised.
I don’t need my mind anymore now that I’m happy and sane.
All eyes on machines that they got me on.
I don’t hide my fears anymore now that I’ve locked them away.
I don’t need my heart anymore now that they’ve thrown it in chains.
All eyes on machines that they got me in.
Strange waves from the instruments under my skin.
Oh, the healing begins at the edge of denial.
All eyes on the wires running round my veins.
Strange angels are carrying away my screams.
Oh, they’re clawing away at the arms of everything worth living for.
But that’s my own war, and I intend to win.
So let it begin.
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Now that we’re done,
goodbye and so long,
now that you’re gone,
we’re going home too.
But fall, and I’ll be at your door,
I’m never far.
I’m coming home.
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Tidy up your homes,
tidy up your lonely rooms,
there’s windows on the second floor
that you’ve never looked through before.
Tidy up your homes,
throw away your tannenbaums,
it’s winter now, it’s cold,
but there’s still room
for summer in your soul.
It’s a bad news you got,
but I’ve never known a sadness
that has fought the war and won.
So throw away your blues,
throw away all yesterday’s bad news,
it’s a new day, a new way
of thinking and to choose
a better way of asking why
bad things happen to the good
but it will be ok
love will always have its day.
Love will always have its day.
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In 2009 singer/songwriter/multi-instrumentalist Boris Skalsky took part in a sleep study, perhaps as a way to allay some in-between-record boredom. It all went well, but Skalsky’s bountiful imagination would take the experience into the darker corners, penning in retrospect a song called “Strange Waves” that would become the title track of Dead Heart Bloom’s third full-length effort and summoning Aladdin Sane-era Bowie— a pulsating, spiraling, glam-tinged masterpiece not unlike mid-career Roxy Music with a lyric that would conjure more of Syd Barrett’s surrealist oeuvre, a piper at the gates of dawn, another sleepless night.
Strange Waves is the latest addition to Skalsky and co-songwriter/guitarist Paul Wood’s growing repertoire of records, which most recently includes a 3-EP series released back in 2008: Fall In; Oh Mercy; and In Chains, skimming various directions, respectively, dream pop, straight up rock and ambient folk, prompting a flurry of media accolades such as, “A sublime combination of dour, druggy vocals and corkscrewing guitars” (Rolling Stone), “An unusual blend of intentionally unsettling bluesy yet aggressive rock guitar driven music” (CMJ) and "Coming on like the ocean, ancient, enveloping, and with just a little darkness beneath," (Under The Radar).
Strange Waves gives us all the best of the aforementioned EP series and Skalsky’s earlier Dead Heart Bloom records, the Shortlist Prize nominated self-titled debut and Chelsea Diaries, while taking a step into classic zone. "This record was an attempt to take the idea of the 3 EPs— mixing up different styles— and still create a cohesive work of art,” says Skalsky of Strange Waves, “I think we succeeded." Wood adds, "I think musically we were searching for deliberate structures— proper intros, strong choruses and actual middle eights— but retaining the atmosphere and sense of space that's become sonically familiar over the past releases."
And as for the lyrical content, Skalsky comments, "People have commented on my lyrics as being religion or death-centric. I think I've put that behind me. This record is still about the human condition, but more hopeful."
Along with drummer John Hadfield and bassist Nathan Goheen, and a number of guest players, the album is a shimmering opus, the culmination of disparate assets that sees a band truly coming into its own through the medium of these nine songs.
released September 1, 2010
Written recorded and produced by Dead Heart Bloom. Mastered by Ryan Smith at Sterling Sound, New York, NY. Record design by Metadog Design Group.
Boris Skalsky (vocals, keys, guitars)
Paul Wood (guitars, keys)
Nathan Goheen (acoustic and electric bass)
John Hadfield (drums and percussion)
Nadia Sirota (viola)
Michael Attias (baritone sax)
Background Vocals: Bjorn Solli, Breedlove, Joy Dragland, Kelsey Robinson, Richard Kennedy.