Ceiling Once Ltd.

by Almonds, Cohen

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released July 27, 2015

CASSETTE AVAILABLE THROUGH ATHLETIC TAPES (CHICAGO, IL)
released November 21, 2015. Many thanks to Coach Turner.
athletictapes.bandcamp.com/album/ceiling-once-ltd

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BROCK EDWARDS - vocals, guitars, piano, drums, organ, mesa
EMMA POSTL - vocals, violin
EVAN DESJARDINS - percussion, instrumental arrangement on 9
JOHN NICHOLSON - saxophone on 7, 9, 10
JESSICA UPTON CROWE - vocals on 1, 6, 10
MALLORY BOBBY BEY - vocals on 6, 8 (lead)
KEITH HAMILTON - saw on 11
DUNCAN MacCONNELL - vocals on 3
LUKE POSTL - vibraslap on 10

"Inverness" loop players (9):

RYAN FERKO - guitar
BROCK EDWARDS - guitar, percussion
ERIC KALUZNY - bass
ROOZBEH SHOWLEH - drums

Ambient sound recording on 4 provided by Klankbeeld, freesound.org/people/klankbeeld (Holland).

All music and words by Brock Edwards © SOCAN 2015.

Recording sessions for this album took place intermittently between December 2011 and June 2015, in Toronto (2 Elm Grove, 21 Meadowvale, 225 Symington, 291 Lisgar), Vancouver (539 E. 10th), and Walker's Point, Ontario (BEY). Drums recorded by Josh Korody at Candle Recording Studio, Toronto, 25 August 2012. Toronto recording engineer: Evan Desjardins. Vancouver recording engineer: Duncan MacConnell. Mixed by Evan Desjardins. Mastered by Milan Schramek at Lacquer Channel, Toronto. Art and design by Aaron Bergunder.

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Track Name: Spinning Bottle
I have spun the bottle. It's still spinning. It is the bottom of the ninth inning. I am not asking for more time. Why would it matter to someone not set on winning? Who sent this empty bottle forever spinning? I am not asking for more time. And you may offer me a glass. But I will pass; this wine I can't see through. My eyes are on the ceiling again. The ceiling fan at 3AM. There's a lady. I've kept her waiting. But she is always on my mind. There's a lady. I've kept her waiting. I feel I do this all the time. I've got my eyes closed. We're touching elbows.
Track Name: Tomorrow Is A Tomahawk
Tomorrow is a tomahawk thrown across a forest clearing. It sticks in me, as if I were a tree. But maybe I am, maybe I am... Here I go again, losing perspective. Not up to me, despite an impassioned plea. Dear tomahawk, please do this once for me! I could die in this van. On this bridge span. The water's warm. Tomorrow is a tomahawk thrown across a loved one's bedroom. And I'm not aware of it, until they made the call (was at the shopping mall). That tomahawk was stuck in to the wall. Not up to me, despite an impassioned plea. Dear tomahawk, please do this once for me! It comes on so quickly. Haven't got it in me. The day is so flimsy. Haven't got it in me. I could die in this van. On this bridge span. The water's warm.
Track Name: Angular Momentum I (Galileo)
The moon is directly above. The moon is stained with blood. I know love's a curse and I know I'm in love. I got used to a face every night, thinking everything was passing all right. But now what I see is just murder to me, if I'm seeing things right. After climbing the mountain as tall as all my grandfathers head to toe, the moon is still directly above. Still stained scarlet with blood. And even if I travel all the way to Tibet it'll still be hanging over my head. But I know something will come, about the shape and size and colour of the sun.
Track Name: I'll Drive
I'll drive the first three-hundred k, so I may have the rest of the day to dream of crystallizing Africa. Or never staying in one place. Good god, it's not a race! But dontcha know, I'll drive the first three-hundred k, so I may have the rest of the day to dream of all the girls I'll never love. I have no baby to drive home to so I'll keep driving. I'll drive the first three-hundred k, so I may have the rest of the day. You don't need to take these parting words apart; sometimes goodbye is only just a start.
Track Name: Weaving Spiders Come Here
The spiders I don't mind. They do their business on their side of the street, and I do my business on my side of the street. Yes, the spiders I don't mind. We get along just fine. It's the people I take issue with. They come out of nowhere. Yeah, she's still sitting there. I've taken everything there is. Yeah. She's still sitting there.
Track Name: Straight Out Of The Carton
I'm drinking straight out of the carton while you're gone. And it doesn't feel so strange. I'm just aching for a change. I'm drinking straight out of the carton while you're gone. And now everything in view has regained its lovely hue. I'm in the deep end, I'm swimming free. No sharks are after me. All I knew was shallow, where ground would touch my feet. I was living in complete oblivion. I was no one, but now that's done. I'm drinking straight out of the carton.
Track Name: Garbageman
Hey mister garbageman. Take all of this away. All these remnants and debris, this trash of yesterday. 'cause I'm done with it. Yeah I'm done with it. Hey mister garbageman. Angel in coveralls. When you know your own worth, you start to think, that's all. Moving on with it. Moving on with it. That industrial smell is sweet, it's so sweet. I breathe it, I need it, I breathe it. Drop me off at the depot. I came by way of yesterday.
Track Name: Under The Net
Maybe we do agree: it's like a hook in your mouth. So best of luck, darling, getting it out. We're all under the same net, anyway. And speaking of Inverness, it's neither here nor there. And you know it, so don't delude yourself. We're all under the same net anyway. Maybe we do agree: we'll never reason it out. Or see by the light of a match. [Saxophone speaks.]
Track Name: New Decade
I am walking away, just eating my licorice. The air holds me up. There's no need for improving on what looks fine to me. I can do what I like. There were ten stacks of plates. Now I can't hear them, the sound that they make. "Wipe that smirk off your face." Now I can see it: it was only a game. Feels just like a new decade.
Track Name: Quantum Summer
Heat of the evening. And no longer believing that's all, at the surface of it. I mean, are we really that off? Are we really that lost? I'm no nearer to knowing where all of this is going. Mountains and seasons either gain or lose meaning. Let's get to the bottom of this. The answer's not waiting for us. But I'm no nearer to knowing where all of this is going.
Track Name: Almost Going
I've packed all my things in bags, and I've picked them up, and they don't weigh too much. I know that I am keen to go, but I move too slow. I should be in the greatest rush. Who is anybody kidding? There's no comfort when you're just sitting. Cobwebs hold things in place like scaffolding. I'm disassembling; I'm almost going.