1. |
|
|||
|
See me in the scorpion squat
In every shoe you left unwatched and unguarded
And blood flies in and out of that sack
That thumps and patters
And nothing grows where venom is spilled, smeared or splattered
See me stuck in the ball of your foot
Pulled for miles along the path you plotted
And sadness burns the valves of that sack
That thuds and gurgles
And lips are split when venom is sealed
In long, soft kisses
Where will you take us
That the pain isn’t greater
Than the distance we’ll go?
Knowing then that
Each footprint is just
A record of pressure you left on the way
But you waited around
For the pen to be pressed to the notebook paper
And if I don’t sink in sentences and paragraphs,
We will blow our cover
So we wind around the broken necks
Of every love that bent too far to bear the weight
That hammers that sack with hope and worry
And leaves bruises and cave-ins along the aching muscle
So we smile in pictures
And blur at the slightest twitch
But it’s the motion that follows us form roll to roll
A catalog of streaks and smears
In color and in black and white
|
||||
2. |
A Star Is
05:32
|
|
||
|
The date is planted in flesh
With tendrils fanning out along
The bones that hold my ghost in place
When it squirms and tries to shake me off
And I will sink into your wedding
With that secret cargo
I’ll keep it still, sedated
For a few more hours
A few more drags closer to the filter
The scraping of love against toasts and tuxedos
The squinting through salt
The flicker and flash of cameras
When they sentence you
To photo albums and picture frames
On desks and dressers where
Your height and your width are wrestled
From your other dimensions,
The ones you wished came out in perfect rectangles
They haunt the corners of your wobbly smile
The words escape the language
They’re just little noises to me now
Buzzes and clicks you send me
Amplified in my dark and dusty skull
And the ghost in my chest
Trembling in the reverb
I’ll keep it starved, suspended
For a few more minutes
A few more slugs closer to the sickness
The slow surrender of movement by degrees
The flapping of nerves
The dark gland of doubt
That squirts the slime trail out
And leads you to me
To every word that ran screaming
From those abstract descriptions
Of the unbearable moment
That still seems as far-off and bright
As a star is
|
||||
3. |
Half-Written Letter
06:23
|
|
||
|
You are full of windows
Fogging up with my breath
Sitting there in your make-up
With your sweetness fizzing
Giving off a little steam
I’m a photographer who
Climbed in through the aperture
And waited five years to really see you
Through every stiff and phony smile
This half-written letter
That started off with your name
And ended in a sudden fit of silence
Needs a word to name the thing
That makes our tongues itch
And our hearts sweat
Every minute of these long phone calls
That inch like ice floes
Over miles of open sea
I wrench the word free
I say it to you
|
||||
4. |
Photography
06:10
|
|
||
|
In a photograph, the blues are mellow whorls
Caught in your lids and lashes
All the whites and grays that settle on you
Settle on me in this room
Where the light was orange and dim
And the wasted time it took
To catch you in mid-smile
Is the whole history of photography
And the ducks move across the water
In twos and threes
While picnics come and go in the dirt
The browns around your shoulders
Drizzle down your arms
Over your corduroy into
The path my eyeballs make across your body
Here in this room where the only body is mine
And the afternoon it took to frame and focus
Is the whole meaning of what you mean to me
And the ducks cruise across the moment
In perfect v’s
While hearts flex and throb under our shirts
And cameras click and paralyze
Whatever fraction of a second suits us
Don’t hold your history in
And leave me stranded here
|
||||
5. |
Fossils & Artifacts
04:57
|
|
||
|
All the weeping cameras
Are weeping pictures of
How it used to be
Poses like rows of carrion
Filling up the frames now
And love like static from a radio
All the lazy afternoons
Projected upside down
Squirming on the negative
Signals whip through tube and tremolo
And flutter around the story
Of all our saddest images
But don’t you worry now, baby
Talk about fossils and artifacts
Our smiles squished into the clay
Though everything that passes through your lens
Is reflected away
And burned into the irises of every eye
That watched us drift
From photograph to photograph
With our lips pulled back
And our teeth hanging out
And our happiness at every angle
Twitching there
|
||||
6. |
Amelia
02:45
|
|
||
|
Lacking time and place
You’re at the end of one million wires
Amelia, Amelia
In the photograph that came to kill me
Lips burn holes in time
You’re at the end of one million wires
Amelia, Amelia
I know you well
The photograph that came to kill me
The stare that slithered up and down your neck
When the day caved in and my mouth dried up
And weirdness sails these circuits
Teeth deep in the tender spot
Thrashing
|
||||
7. |
The Art Of Sleeping
04:43
|
|
||
|
They were snoring in the half-light
Every tentacle intertwined
The radiator wheezing
The orbit of the moon
Slicing through the twitching starlight
Night pouring in through every window
Unseen
They were worming through a sad and greasy breakfast
Did you see the way he watches her eat?
Dogs weaving in and out
Of the cars as they zip by
The camera’s crying eye
They were washed up with the seaweed
Like starfish or sand dollars
By some tidal wave
The sunshine crackling on them
The salt still drying
Rays gush across the driftwood
In a dream
They were zigzagging on soft patches of wet sand
Through every jag that snarled and slashed
Light screaming through the hole
The message is in code
The language is on fire
|
||||
Matt Savage Cambridge, Massachusetts
If you like All The Weeping Cameras, you may also like:
An album about the process of breaking things down that sounds like it comes from another planet.
go to album
Everyone's Crushed
by Water From Your Eyes
The New York duo crush it (and everyone) on their first full-length for Matador Records, an experimental pop opus that sounds truly new.
go to album
Giddy and rambunctious, these three songs sound like the soundtrack to the world’s most hyperactive 8-bit game.
go to album
Gorgeous psych pop as big and sprawling as a clear summer sky, with vocal melodies that swoop and dive.
go to album
The Electrical Sea
by Closed Circuits
These quietly gorgeous songs beautifully blend aqueous electronic sounds with heart-on-sleeve vocals to stirring effect.
go to album
Friends of the Future
by Lena Douglas
featured on Bandcamp Radio Jun 7, 2022
go to album
The second EP from UK duo Pecq features bubbly synthpop swirled with a bright psychedelic haze.
go to album
