O grace abounding and allowing me to dare
to fix my gaze on the Eternal Light,
so deep my vision was consumed in it!
I saw how it contains within its depths
all things bound in a single book by love
of which creation is the scattered leaves:
how substance, accident, and their relation
were fused in such a way that what I now
describe is but a glimmer of that Light.
-Dante’s reaction on hearing Pebble Light’s Ovum Bloom
Produced by Kier Atherton
LINEUP ON THE NEW ALBUM: DUE OUT MARCH 1ST!! GET A COPY!! lovethelight!
Kier Atherton: piano, organ, mellotron, beer bottle slide, drum, tambourine
Travis Sehorn: lead vocals, acoustic & electric guitars, harmonica, bass, slide steel guitar, floor creaking
Michael Atherton: bass, banjo, mandolin
Bethany Joyce: cello, saw
Hermina Harold: vocals, plucking
Kate Olp: vocals, harp
Sam Luikens: vocals
Jesse ace: trumpet
Lisena Brown: banjo
Jesse deuce: electric guitar, bass
thanks:
ma & pop & sis, michael & kathy atherton, red wine, poverty, lauren caldwell, shell, ruth & her ma, emilyn brodsky, hermina & her family, love, astral weeks, the ocean, niki patton, aaron b., a day in the life, new york city
LYRICS FOR ovum bloom:
1. ovum
We have not passed away
2. opening blossoms
when you winked your eyes to sleep
you were arrested for picking a blossom
yeah but in this dream you were booked
and you secretly passed me the blossom
like you it was a pretty little thing
but never would it open again
til its death comes, til its death come
it never'll open again
it was that night after the death of Christ
when our old lovers all came to the door
that night after the death of Christ
when our old lovers all came to the door
you hid your open body fast
I grabbed a smoke and you laughed
put on a shirt your mother had worn
a shirt your mother had, had
each naked man he looked down on you
baby, who do they think you are
each naked man he looked down on you
baby, don't put up that blushing guard
I wanted to toss you down the well
and make my wish on you
wanted to toss you away
and make my wish on you
down in the water, see you shine
down there with a few old nickels and dimes
down there with the nickels and dimes
I see you shining through
and a thief will rob you blind
and bring you a bouquet of flowers too
a thief will rob you blind
and bring you flowers too
if the thief, he acts like me
please look away and bloom
if the thief turns out to be me
please look away and bloom
I'll get out on the street
where all our old lovers will be facing me
out on our street
where all our old lovers are facing me
and I will walk through them all
each one blossoming for my eyes to see
yeah I will walk through them all
each one blossom for my eyes to see
3. good morning Christopher
good morning christopher
we're outrunning yer photographers
and takin artistic Polaroids
i was makin with a magazine
you told me all about yer dream
you said christopher had been here before
i said christopher you've been here before
Christopher laughed and got on his horse
pulled out a blankett and threw it over us
we heard him sing to himself as he rode away
"christopher it is harvest(ing) day"
Christopher blew his smoke all over them
he said, here i am, i discovered you again
we said, good god, christopher!
keep your fever-blankets get out of here
we don't wanna be discovered anymore
we called out to our friends over the hills
look out christopher is harvesting again
drop those flags, you gotta get on the train
so we all payed 22 americans to a drop-eyed thief
the train conductor blew his smoke to me
he said this boy don't need a shrink, he needs a priest
so i lit a match and burnt the rest of my cash in my hat
an' looked out the window of the train
an' Christopher's soldiers were a' comin fast
we had to get of this train--
jumped out the window into poppy fields
picked some petals that looked the way we feel
chewed up the leaves and spit em into the cup
the leaves swirled around and looked back up at us
so we ate up all our fortunes to try turning them into luck
goodbye Christopher
go back to yer crown and you tell her
we dont want our photographs taken anymore
and please leave those Polaroids
in case you decide to discover us more
we'll remind you, you've been here before
4. sleepwalking through mary magdalene's 42nd st. nichtmare
I was bleeding pretty badly.
Passed out I dreamt
of those sex-starved German girls
observing holidays of lent.
Woke up in a gypsy cab
cruising over Brooklyn's Bridge.
hell I thought, I'm headed toward
Mary Magdalene's.
morning she said. Nice of her,
I jumped in her golden bathtub.
I was stone sunk in iceberg gin,
drunken to my nub.
then all the whores cleaned up
after sucking down the gin.
they stole my clothes.
and in their place
they left two twenties and a ten
I thanked them with a loaf of bread
turned to leave but turned my head and said
please don't nail me now,
I want to dream, not die
I ran along shuddering,
doing the dance of a child.
skin-parading down 42nd street,
my feet slapping the street tiles.
I slinked inside a second hand shop store
to find some clothes to cover my exposed skin
and I barely escaped the slamming of the door
I chose a beaver pelt robe
to smother my shrunken skeleton.
pushed my hair back, held my breath
and I was out the door again
warmed myself on the street,
avoiding passersby.
my robe was becoming dark
like my dreams surviving the night
I couldn't remember
the night of last.
I was all covered in blood
with a rapidly approaching past
I'm bleeding to death right now.
but now I know I dreamt
Of those sex-starved German girls
observing holidays of lent.
I thanked them with a loaf of bread
turned to leave but turned my head and said
please don't nail me now,
I want to dream, not die
I said mary please dont nail me now
I said mary please dont nail me now
I want to dream , not die
I want to dream , not die
5. Lyn
turn and leave you with your hand on your crotch
think when did that snapshot get taken
where did my thoughts go from when i was there
you were croonin' in the cab of my little pickup
on the way to the neighboring town
and i had to get smokes and tonic for your gin
and my heart, made a heart sound
brooklyn bridge is falling down
brooklyn bridge is falling down
brooklyn bridge
brooklyn bridge
apparitions of buffalo are dancing on the cliffs
telling us of this waltz we had yet to dance
swept through the twilight, i sleepwalk in my dreams
the truth is imagined but i'll take that chance
because we only have one heart
so i check your pulse
i'm already dead, stop, stop
i'm already dead, stop, stop
i'm already dead
brooklyn bridge is falling down
brooklyn bridge is falling down
brooklyn bridge
brooklyn bridge
and i hope it hurts your heart.
6. sow sleepyhead
shes the lampshade, she's part night and part day
and she's looking for a cane to get – around
so she holds on to the hand, of the playerpiano man
but he ain't a man, he's just --- a sound
(&) I don't mean to be harmless, you kid
You had to make an entrance, you said
Sleepyhead, we don't want you around
But its hard to hear you when your, under the ground
her pupose is plain, she's in the corner again
and their whisperin' about it all around – town
I wish someone'd turn her on, she's been this way for too long
& her teeth chatter when her feet leave the – ground
sleepyhead lay your head down, in the ground
where you can't be found, oh sleepyhead,
we don't want you around
(&) I don't mean to be harmless, you kid
You had to make an entrance, you said
Sleepyhead, we don't want you around
But its hard to hear you when your, under the ground
lead her to the highgrass fields, to the thrasher's spinnin wheels
and he'll sow her into soil where she can't be found
Oh sleepyhead, lay yer head down, in the ground where you can't be found
Oh you sleepyhead we don't want you -- around.
7. the dead & the harvesters
The page numbers are curling up and fading
towards the consonants that are the toll bell ringing,
Through the lines where the syllables are ending,
where the syllables are ending.
up where the vowels sound like love letters
Which they read aloud in the ward of bleeders,
the vowels will rust the bleeding lovers
and sound like love letters.
The blood from the bleeders rusts the posts of the beds;
the love from the letters is the tombstone on your head.
hold the envelope close against your breast
read slow and simple, give your throat a rest
tender, frail moans seep through your breath,
seep through your breath.
in the chapel garden surrounded by palms
the pervert dictators lips stretched long,
the virgin in blue is mumbling psalms
and surrounded by palms.
the bleeders are unaffected by his long speech
the dictator of the psalms is no one; a blood leech.
And the Night will suddenly discover the day,
reveal those who, unchanged, have kept their faith.
The non-believers will cry to the others outraged
cry to the others outraged.
this faith test is a play of consequence.
This truth test is the plague of insolence -
give up the myth, life gets lonely quick;
the play of consequence.
the birth of the myth bore its brother insolence too.
the consequence is a truth still clinging to the womb.
(Cause)Harvest time is near
you can hear them
psalms in your ear
sickles in hand
to late to fear
grumbling psalms
its quite clear
harvest time is here.
the habits are dripping red with last nights pain,
took away their sight, blinded to appear sane
In front of all sinners eyes in vain,
for their eyes in vain.
parade for their gods, the bleeders, theyre stripped
the blood in the words drips from holy lips -
watch close, innocence brings the poison with.
And the bleeders are stripped.
many of the blinded bite their lips with perfect poise.
the youth are poisoned, stripped and forbid to make noise.
The thin, naked lip, it tempts the tongue,
the little boys scowling eyes hide hes too young.
bending low before a chorus of bruised lungs,
bow to the bruised lungs
let the boys blood before they ruin the child.
the dead are a mass nameless grave just piled.
and, its all entertainment after awhile.
And it ruins the child.
yes, the dead are all around me now, One tall pile.
its hard to see the top anymore and its all entertainment after awhile.
Harvest time is near
you can hear them
psalms in your ear
sickles in hand
to late to fear
grumbling psalms
its quite clear
harvest time is here.
8. bloom
we have not passed away
9. just walk
when the 7 trumpets blow
when the 7th seal is broke
just walk
close to me
when us kids, born in the wrong time
get blown back, no more hard signs
just walk
close to me
when the visions come without the dream
finally the truth, we can be free
just walk
close to me
time,
is not,
on,
our side
When the o-o-ocean
envelops cal-i-forn-i-a
we'll end our land-locked mountainous ways
we won't morn those dead, they have not passed away
they have become a chain, they have not passed away
sons and daughters of the wrong time
get blown back, no more hard times, no more hard signs
we'll be born again, perhaps in the wrong time
but we have not passed away, WE HAVE NOT PASSED AWAY
we have not passed away, we have not passed away, we have not passed away-ay
we have been saved.
saved from a savior
this time is not ours,
but it will be someday.
when the 7 trumpets blow
when the 7th seal is broke
JUST WALK!
