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Shadowproof

by Abbie Morin

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1.
Better Half 04:39
V1 I once lost grips to my darker side- had a criminal reputation. I was a distant hand with a brilliant plan and every explanation. Lived too rough just to toughen my hide, couldn’t touch me with your bare skin. I was a hot coal burning through my own soul with too much imagination. CHORUS If I have to go I wont go until I leave you with my better half. If I have to go I wont go until you seep into my pores. If you have to go I hope you leave me for the lights of New York City. If you have to go I hope you’ll stay until the morning comes. V2 Scooped me up from the wreckage pile- I was crawling on my knees. I was an outcast, couldn’t run fast enough from my own obscenities. Took me up to the rooftop baby, you held me in your gaze. I was just a crooked girl in a strange new world of copper-colored days. CHORUS V3 Once took a ride on a salty night, I was reeling for a revelation. It was the thick of June and I reached for you without a blink of hesitation. Well I let you drive and the passenger side was so warm, and you were ready. Crippled by my growing pains, let you clip my chains- hold me close ‘til I was steady. CHORUS I don’t want to go.
2.
Cadmium 03:43
We had a home go down in smoke within these bones, and now I’m chaining up so no one knows about the rubble pile inside me. A troubled stand, I try to float but heavy growing pains shackle me beneath my clothes and pull the tighter ropes around me. I smile but all the while I am starving for your moonlight- cadmium yellow. I search so hard in another’s arms, they pale in the night. Love you’ve let me fall astray. You’ve been seeing an old friend. It was Friday I was by myself- I met somebody in the Old North End. Will we give it away? Will we give it away? Or will we give it a way to breathe? Quiet voice on the phone, I start to choke on the cracks and all the ways they’ve grown. Shadow canyons cut the light. I pour it out on a page never sent, and now it’s keeping me awake in bed- lonely, burning sage in hindsight.
3.
Underminer 04:25
V1 I look to the sun when I think about where I want to go, but I wish I could be part of the night that she wraps herself in so well, too badly. CHORUS I can’t help myself unwind this time I’m binding my wrists and ankles. I’m trying to be fine, but I’m my own underminer- just some crooked sidewinder. V2 We’re caught in the midst of our looking glass eyes, and we’re blind to the chips in our tender-mouthed smiles. I can’t convince myself to say that I’m in too deep. We talk about dreams and it keeps me awake. She calls me extreme, says I’ll give ‘til I break- but I can’t coerce myself to hide, to run for cover. CHORUS V3 So I’ll pack up my pride with her warm silhouette, and this poker-faced stride with an everything bet. And I have a hunch I’ll be dragging my feet come September.
4.
Foxy 04:34
V1 Fuels my fire these passing days, this muddled gray, ‘cause I’m tangerine and turquoise crashing like a hand grenade. I’m not afraid, I’ll get over it like foxy. Try to take me out with your trigger pulling me down, and just skipping around it like foxy. C I try to stay but I’m longing to run. You know the reasons I stray. I’m creeping up on the barricades. I feel them melting away. and I’m not afraid. Locks me in like a rodent maze, these droning days have got me pent up- ready to explode. I’ve been told since I was five years old that I broke the mold I’m just a marigold- I’m foxy. But I can’t keep banking on a miracle- burn my eyes, staring straight into the lime light. This shadow box is getting more mysterious as I try to form a mountain from this hill. And I’ll be slinking in the corner, thinking clever, getting seriously hungry for something real. Watching all the rabbits spinning circles all around me- blindly wasting time. CHORUS I'm foxy.
5.
Buskers 05:27
V1 She was walking with a guitar case and flowers painted on her face, didn’t look a day past seventeen. She told me she had run away. Collected quarters from the people passing by- singing her sad old songs. Couldn’t get too high, no she couldn’t catch a ride back home until the end of July. CHORUS Dangling out on a limb, itching for some shoes to walk in. Longing for layers of skin, but I’m flying hard against the flock. I’m feeling the floors getting flimsy, hunting for some words to lift me far from the grim of the dark age. I’m searching for some soul to stir me up. V2 He’d been sleeping in the sand beneath the pier. Told me his home burned down. Hitched his way across the East from New Orleans with his dog all the way to Provincetown. His name was Robbie and he played the squeeze on the street that night. Made enough to buy some smokes, he dipped his head into the ocean and he was gone by morning light. CHORUS V3 His name was Daniel and he banged the keys. He was old and slow. On his blazer was a button with a picture of his son who died thirty years ago. “Don’t care for eating when the whiskey’s full.” His eyes were red and wet. Said “I’ve been running since the day I lost my boy and now I can’t recall a single place I’ve been. CHORUS
6.
Girl, you’re looking too hard but got your sights set down on the floor I said, “you’ll never make it too far without my piece of mind.” I knew you’d walk out the door. I felt it deep inside of my core, and I am brittle, battered and sore- without my peace of mind. I am trying to find you. I am grasping, failing to rise, and I am tangled up in our ties without my peace of mind. I’ll be biding my time- too stuck to step an inch out of line, and I’ll be stripped of all your light without my peace of mind.
7.
Shadowproof 03:42
V1 Our safety nets are stripped to cobwebs stripped to cobwebs stripped to cobwebs and we are wrangled, wrapped in regret- lose myself down one way streets and if I were to misstep now I’d be forty feet gone, there’d be no climbing out and if I were to slip down I’d be breaking more than my pride in this frozen town. V2 Our picket fence has turned to piles- haven’t been around for awhile. Our picket fence has turned to piles buried in the snow. So how am I to mend us? How am I to hold this up? And how am I to get any sleep with strangers in my yard? BRIDGE We’re so ramshackle we’re so ramshackle we’re so ramshackle we’re so ramshackle we’re nearly done. V3 Our pearly shine did fade to blood rust, fade to blood rust fade to blood rust. No turpentine, no scrape to free us- bring us back to June. Our grassy knoll all sacked to brambles, garden green all ripped to shambles- this icy sheen can’t hold a candle we were shadowproof we were shadowproof we were shadowproof.

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released January 7, 2015

Written by Abbie Morin

Leon Campos- Keys
Brett Lanier- Electric Guitar
Thomas Pearo- Electric Guitar
Dave DeCristo- Bass
Dan Davine- Drums, Percussion
Taylor Smith- Alto Saxophone
Abbie Morin- Acoustic Guitar, Vocals

Recorded at Signal Kitchen Studio in Burlington, VT
Produced by Dave DeCristo, Leon Campos and Abbie Morin
Recorded, Engineered and Edited by Dave DeCristo
with Assistant Mitch Ferrada
Mixed by Dan Davine
Mastered by Gil Tamazyan
at Capsule Labs in Los Angeles, CA
Album art by Quinn Delahanty
Photo by Monika Rivard
Design by Jenna Brower

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