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Dark Blue World

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1.
warm coat 04:23
WARM COAT (e. fischer) warm coat cold soup underdog stew underdog stew see the corner fuckups string beans on a wire, beans on a wire i've never really known who i really was i've never really known who i really was look at the very solitary boy he too used to be smart a smart engineer of tunnel situations the opposite of here he's never really known who he really... he's never really known who he really... he's never really known mutant strains sing me to sleep but if it's too silly to live it's always too strong i don't really miss you or anything stuff gets stolen all the time comes from having, you know not too many relatives to show up all happy at the door it makes no difference, really it's just what i do it's not that hard to say no it's not that hard to let go
2.
EVENING WOLVES (e. fischer) the evening wolves are seductive and just yellow eyes glitter in the gathering dusk haunches quiver with the smell of blood silently circling in the burning dust sinister beauty so gentle so kind i bare my soul for your touch divine brothers of infinite disastrous love i offer the charms of the slightly soiled dove throw open the windows throw open the door let the wind blow through take what's yours the evening wolves are cold and wise deadly and grey they hypnotize take me home, give me birth take me with you to the ends of the earth
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DARK BLUE WORLD (e. fischer) let my icebound veins crack open let me drown i've been away too long my feelings are dead surfaces can be deceiving, can they not crazy is easy to be nothing inside is hard work dark dark dark blue world scene of the crime always gray skies nothing to do but to yell love songs for the damned the hunger artist sings i'm sick of this fucking town i'm tired of playing the clown tongue comes out rip something open to breathe life rolls on while catastrophes happen mostly at the periphery forced up against walls i’d prefer to ignore dark dark dark blue world
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CHURCH OF THE BLIND (e. fischer) in the church of the blind the walls are on fire and the sparks fall like rain onto upturned faces in the church of the blind the paint is melting on the benevolent saints examples for suicides and blind with desire the lords and ladies wrapped in the glow of broken glass are dancing stately tangos to the tune of a jester reciting the psalms to the beat of a drum the angels keep smiling from inside picture frames their halos warped and dripping paint and hands flutter blessing this miserable human race with bits of dirty lace ladies and gentlemen of the congregation the building's falling the roof's half gone and the moon shines down through the broken windows cold and white and indifferent andcalm
5.
cafe lovely 06:14
CAFE LOVELY (e. fischer) at the café lovely the busy abattoir in the lacerating clarity you finally become what you’ve become with mad songs and secret books in the sanctuary of damaged goods crazy motherfucker humming the tune of everlasting love and everlasting ruin thick skin, thin skin under the light skin deep, skin tight skin be bright and you say, isn’t that wonderful then you say, isn’t that divine to always be waiting for a ride on the train bags packed by your side and if the dizzy razzle of events becomes too much to bear you run, you’re done, by design or fate you never guaranteed, that you would linger in this place you’re not without experience ghosts of things you’ve done grimly murmured anecdotes always good for a laugh and if dread seeps into the scenery in a way you can’t quite define give it a name, make it your friend and ride it off into the night
6.
MELANCHOLIQUE (e. fischer) i want to tell you the truth that's the thing about this sort of picture my flowers fell on the floor and i had never seen anything so pure, so dangerous. for i now see right through the skin to the hopes underneath funny depictions of life every bit sad and awkward melancholique melancholy whores inconclusive moving shadows nothing outlasts dreams the dreams of lonely empty pockets floored du mal watching static static landscapes rolling by the abject platitude of longing for belongings belongings that never did or do quite feel right the moving truth about hell is the perverse freedom that derives from knowing there is no happyend that the world is going to break you... eventually
7.
night face 05:27
NIGHTFACE (e. fischer) it was easy for a year to go by night face up, night face up learning by heart was a charm for living we made a home under the stars under a spell under the weight of events we were perfectly giving pictures on the windows misted by our breath night face up suspended in time all's permitted night face up it was one of those things when everything's right everything possible everything mysterious we lived in a place a country of night sweet derangement a kind of madness, serene abandon exile is said, to be a gentle death so what is truth and what is madness all is right in the realm of the senses we'd talk all night never saying a word my brother in arms you told me all that ever broke your world i gave you my heart under the weight of events we were perfectly giving
8.
shit happens 05:36
SHIT HAPPENS (e. fischer) when the weapons of choice are murder ballads that stink of expensive perfume and lies then every story has already been told things are as awful as they’ve every been intrepid hopefuls along for the ride before the sidewalks got too crowded to drown shit happens in the promised land shit happens in the promised land shit happens in the schoolyard of the poor at the top of the hill sour satisfaction where mansions sing and flowers sigh betrayal tastes of sugar and spice come join the stroll even bastards have friends you’re innocent until proven broke things go wrong and no one’s to blame with the guttering flame of desperation improvise your way through life i’ve been there many times there is no point to know there are no plans you can make impassive tourist of bottomless mines that’s what becomes of the broken hearted
9.
well oh well 05:29
WELL OH WELL (e. fischer) well oh well I pulled a needle I sewed a path to love well oh well a path to freedom the criminals friend is darkness spoken and wrong is right together we put out he light of the sun to make the moon shine bright what did i care, about going blind i was crazed with the shadows in your eye you may have been bent but you weren't broken as we left all shelter behind we lived in a room with no walls or corners at the edge of time the wind sang through the broken panes of love the room smelled of fright and bitter roses divine insanity, you painted my body with your criminal mind, to make my skin shine bright what did i care... well oh well, you taught me to love then you taught me to leave you behind I learned to sew a path to freedom when I think of you I think of the scars on my neck and the scars on your arms you squeezed in your hands my beating heart to make the blood shine bright
10.
DISPLACED PERSONS (e. fischer) displaced persons do the displaced head i displaced myself tonight can i sleep in your bed as a rule i don't do this as a rule i don't believe in the right of the pure in the right of the meek but the orphanage is empty and i'm weeping for my world resume my resurrection ratify my worth see, i was raised by nuns in a desolate place the curtains where white and white was the bed i was raised on lies and white raisin bread but when i looked into the mirror my eyes went dead now i stay here with you at this lousy hotel and i'm black and blue and i can't tell my mother superior my mother in hell displaced persons can't ring the bell
11.
turn it 06:49
TURN IT (e. fischer) disappointed by expectations worried about dying on the streets conquer sadness with eleventh hour speeches the bravado of magic feats infuse terror with the gleam of meaning with the bitter knowledge of hissing snakes that all that promises to bring us closer is that we break call on a creator, a gifted improviser get on your knees and work very hard things start out one way so you hope for another playing card ferocity and pain, heightened and darkened by the scars of ordeal, the incredible real, war roams the world quite apart from tragic heroes looking for a meal dismantle the old structures gently caress each part as you remove it turn it over, over and over in your hands find the beauty in destitution find the wisdom in the congress of fools turn it over, over and over in your hands practice pained contemplation no one manages to get away clean turn it over, over and over in your hand be the survivor of the farce be the shadow on the wall amiable, self-described failure, confidant of all

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drip audio 2006

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released April 24, 2014

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elizabeth fischer - vocals
ron samworth - guitar
tony wilson - guitar
pete schmitt - bass
skye brooks - drums

also: peggy lee - cello
jp carter - trumpet
jesse zubot - violin
david roundell - accordion
steven nikleva - guitar

engineered by greg reely at the green jacket
produced by greg reely and elizabeth fischer

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darkblueworld Vancouver, British Columbia

"Songs that ache with truth" – CD of the Week, The Globe and Mail

“... a searing alternative to sweetness and light” - Down Beat

“Imagine an unholy union of Nina Hagen and Jim Morrison channeling Bertold Brecht and Rimbaud with a band made up of members of the Doors, the Velvet Underground and Pink Floyd and you’ll have some idea of DarkBlueWorld’s mesmerizing, hallucinatory sound...” – Coda
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