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Ancient Collect

by Asher White

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offbeatwitch keeper of secrets, you've collected so much from everywhere

asher continues to innovate her own unique style of production and i'm extremely here for it Favorite track: City Angel.
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1.
Forwards 04:47
I had crossed through the crowd marching all around me voices shuffling loud the sunburnt hills behind me the apple trees had blossomed, all lines along the wine-dark sea wall sides and the fruits fed the children as they dove perclumsean blue streakerd all above parents swept as we carved out a new grove for the horses and cattle and kittens and doves we had a way: felt it in our calves, prayers swelling in our mouths to speak the silent letter i spent the afternoon without a center as the train shutters into the station
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Bus Angell 02:46
in summer i cared enough to clean the dirt from under my fingernails, the last two which had torn like paper and if you wait on the bus long enough i will come to wring my hands at you and grow up into something that i can hold if you lost your thoughts completely, i would laugh and understand, if i grow out my hair again i’m done
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You turned over like a small smooth stone in the palm of empty day Sheets of static in the sky tonight, it’s weather that won’t follow you I need a man who will press me ‘gainst the concrete, reach into his shirt No shame in the bedroom of the idle gets your feelings hurt All these houses one day I will wake in Soon as I grow up How do we push these massive blocks of time to the edge of town and back again? I’m living it up in the city with the ripened days unplucked above my head I’m lost in bed again as I can hear your heartbeat rise and I’ve felt that maybe I am not a woman in your eyes
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For days that cannot bring you near: Let there be silver and gold and lavender-blue The corner of your folded ear against the barreling steel and skeletal view And I still leave my bags all curled up like a cat At the foot of your old house that whistles When the wind blows through its open eyes Give it a rest or a little time Hearing you laugh from the other side, The cattails in silence waiting for light to cross the hills The scars of travel creased your hands, until the dirt in your palms Gave way to new life And when you found knots in aching nights, I wanted only to feed you apples and rice Just one collective dream I read it on the train We’re vessels in the stream So i lift my heavy head against the light Even if i don’t think i have the time Hearing you laugh from the other side The cattails in silence waiting for light and brushed along the hills
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City Angel 03:42
through the centuries she climbs my soft name will never find itself carved into her stone i’m still learning to clean my plate brace my fist into a tangle when i’m knocking on your door o rise around the skaters! up from the sun-saturated sheets tumbling through the gates of the sky 5 mile run round the ringing river tucked in so sweetly and shot through the night they never knew her, but she’s on her way through alleys that will marry the weak with the poor and the warless and strong and i’ll see you around town! pounding the slabs of cement embedded in the ground i’m just being silly at the call of the future i listen to the circles i walk (i don’t need to walk around in circles) i know the sounds of their orbit in sparks she watches over the cut & paste city rapid ascension suspended and marked (watching the sidewalks from golden till dark)
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save a patch of skin uninterrupted but keep it surrounded by words you’d like to hear yourself tell others in the night patched into our skin something cared for by our mother’s mothers in the cold fight how the embers pop around as we sleep tangled in the golden night keeper of secrets, you’ve collected so much from everywhere what will you do when i run out of things to ask you? the sounds of your name were meant for these lips scattered over bluffs and valleys coursing through the hollow cities it’s in our blood to get along we settled in past days you’re in my past from long ago, when soot and ash would sweep out homes keeper of secrets, you’ve collected so much from everywhere as you move along, i leave to walk back to my new home
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Transference 03:37
things i lost as the year broke free 3 months of scratches & the markings of my words Patience for my feeble finger teenage wasteland body And wonka glasses for the call of the birds Who counts their steps better than me? Who doubles back around to realign the streets? Things i found as the year broke loose a rounded chin and chest and dinner my plate piled with leaves and grass the algorithms add to nothing stop and promise to relax a tired fear and in the mirror the woman’s mark burned in my ass i cannot see the differences between how you describe yourself and how you call for me im speeding through the year (there’s no way to) and crawling through the weeks i’m thickening the plot (make yourself good) im thinning as we speak [retribution] wait, that’s my line call it fate call it time
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Baier 03:24
i know the years pass in front of you: saw an eyelash on your thumb and all of the sudden, i laugh out the row boat wades/waits under the silencing sun the pond keeps the sound in the water so still and safe unheard (sibylle baier:) you do me good, you do me good so good you made me forget about mmmmmm you made me forget about have, want, exert and all of the sudden i found out oh it’s beautiful the way you wear your shirt you do me good you made me forget about mmmmmm
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instead of following your old lines you’ll make zigzags through the soft and glowing trees and i’ll bet by the time you get home there won’t be any reservations in the gauzy is every favorite dream: pins in the wall and fries and burgers and whipped cream delicate hands in their boundless reach keeping in time with the seven hour lightwork season steam wandering through the night air we can’t feel at all writing lifelong futures in the last two weeks and rolled up pants laid down (B)enefit and saddled in the sleeping paths all now breathing in the warmth and you’ve got some shit to see i’ve gotta grow my hair call me when you get the chance! all of the faces in between the stairs/stares overseeing where we go but you could stay and i don’t mind you’re always waiting, you’re always fine at least you know what’s next and our beds are slick and glazed with dappled light that the silver sky had swept up as it closed and i felt the morning rolling down the hill but i wasn’t looking at the clock

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released September 6, 2019

Written, performed, recorded and mixed by Asher White
except for portions of track 12 written by Sibylle Baier

Asher White - hisses and squeals, drums, words, upright piano, synths, bass, acoustic & electric guitars, feedback, banjo, accordion, glockenspiel, roomsound, cardboard and metal, programming
Luke Cissell - violin, cello (1, 6)
Eugene Rhee - viola (6, 12)
Ava Zeichner - violin (1)
Blake Rabodzeenko - trumpet (5)
Chloe Woodard - vocals (6)
Annie Umbanhowar - vocals (6)

String and horn arrangements by Asher White

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