Whaling Town, by The Henry Nelson Ensemble

Whaling Town

by The Henry Nelson Ensemble

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Charley Costantino This is a dreamy, whisky fairytale that alludes to countryside in the west. It takes you to a far off world, where botanical gardens monotonously grow their roots.

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1.	Saw My Prescription 05:05	lyrics	buy track
I saw my prescription Change up on the label When I drank what was left of it And fell out to your picture You look like a dolphin Propped up on some shoulders You’re the first thing I’ve seen To make me feel older - I sit like a man now I wish you could see me In my warm little kneecaps And knuckled up kidneys Tried to stand up for a second But my flu was to busy So I’ll live out my days Where you retired your sympathy -()- I hope you don’t mind If I change up my name And trade my accounts For a peddlers face - I don’t think I’ll see you Not that you’d know With my silicon mumps And slow fitting clothes -()- In the hours before I set out for Texas I swear that I heard you Rejecting my breakfast Something arrived Through the pipes in my dresser It drinks like a sapling And breathes like a Mauser -()- It kisses my legions And makes some of its own It keeps me from sleeping Away from my bones - I woke up this morning To the day I was born I thought that you’d call But my landlines were torn - I can’t feel my arms But I’ll put on my blazer The silk in its sleeves Has made me a leper -()-
2.	Behind Flintlock 01:42	lyrics	buy track
I saw the hostage cripple forward Behind the flintlock in my hold I held the hosed in the station I did exactly as he told I crushed his hands and made him old. The privateers are dead Of scaffolds raised by their employers I dug a pit up in a boulder And found that all my friends we’re older I dug a chip up in my shoulder
3.	Move My Grave 03:49	lyrics	buy track
Move My grave From the bank Where they found the whale The Boston’s out On the lawn For sale - The portions Dropped In a single engine hail The map The kids found Fell apart In the mail -()- The loaders arm Drifts left From the doc The lip Of a trawlers bow Juts sunken from the bog I’ll Take care of me For this winter To come The whale On the beach Has been medically Undone
4.	Somewhere in Lorain 04:19	lyrics	buy track
Pistol Bought his Family’s Farm back and rented out its rooms he still lives somewhere in Lorain Sharif Lice maintains He’s not to blame - Chapman Learned to Swallow Scissors When crisping Held him back he’s 15 in Mrs. Peter’s 4th grade class his face looks like something built from scratch - Bender Still goes Every Sunday To help Them Close the Pound He still lives With his sister by the pond They’re saving up for treatment And a stereo for their dodge - Philip Harper Doesn’t Call me Since I Payed him Back You’ve Grown up I can tell just by your voice I’m glad that you could visit But I guess its not your choice
5.	I Held My Sick 03:20	lyrics	buy track
I Brought heat Into the nursery Windows dropped Like paper teeth - I held my sick Like volcanic tea God gave a smile To me -()- Im Just right For the mission board Ive got the stay Of a public bore - Jesus Christ Bought the kid some math
6.	Whaling 05:52	lyrics	buy track
I Watched the whalers land Spooling up their jib sheets into Overhanging glands crackling all around boys Just lend a son your hand - Railed to the bay side Frozen for the night A rigor mortis wing Stands jagged from the ice I’ll deal out the portions When the hour proves right - I saw Maynard’s stern Dragging up our seabed Tacking south of port The gulls are grey confetti To a sunken sentry’s fort - I’ll Be outlived by you Fishing southern storm pipes Metabolizing glue A debt has been repaid When our friends are forced to choose - I Watched the whalers land Wringing out their garments With little fisted hands A person is a weapon A person understands
7.	Town 03:26	lyrics	buy track
I’ll Be a whaler’s hand Dragging crates of blubber Through our Scalloped land -()- I’ll choke every beach by your command I’ll cut a mote of soap Right where you stand I’ll write it up in stone The best I can And sing my Spanish flu Into your glands -()- I saw you in town Leasing frozen ground Showing up my hall Selling through our drought - I woke in your life Fogging up my hands Hissing out my eyes Chewing some demand - I knew it like a cud I spit it in your hand It burned up in you palm -()- I can say hello in Patterned smoke Figured at the sky by my Distant cloak - I will never know What our friends are told When fragments of my deck get Washed ashore - I guess I’ll show my self Right to your stove Tendrils of my steam Pitch from our home
8.	Crew 00:46		buy track
9.	Gracious Fog 03:29	lyrics	buy track
I will not know The way I’ll grow to hear your words You sold our place And bought a plot along the bey - The Boston’s out And in a crown of scabbing clay From coma lips I spoke a moto from its frame -()- If you heard a pulse Would you have breached the furnace wall Before my cheeks Could swamp away into my skull -()- My gracious fog I thought our glacier sat on dirt I pissed the sparks A Russian Tanker’s last alert I kept the flap Our captain’s democratic crash Our belly’s clipped It seems our radios are jacked -()- Clouds don’t move My knuckles leer up at the sun Rays of rain Come shrieking up our guided plunge Your eyes are real Behind that dusty amber strum Ill sing the breath Out from your perfect ginger lungs -()- Your so calm Attaching lashes to your breath Your eyes are bold Upon their surface I was fed The cockpit sinks All I hear is shifting gas I will not know The words you speak into my back.
10.	Peach Cologne 02:01	lyrics	buy track
Bullet man Wash your hands Tell her that She eats for free - Turn your blazer To the road Drink my flask Of peach colon - She’s just leaving For the night My face is aged Just by her sight - One of us Will live my life I just cant figure who
11.	Queen Ann's Revenge 02:15	lyrics	buy track
I Saw Queen Ann’s Revenge Tacking South For miles Out - Three Days Out form The shore Clove hitched Fists all Brightly torn - I found Farmers Relief When Robert Maynord Smiled at Me - Fair Sons Hear my Words Teach’s fleet will See us Burned
12.	Privateers 03:52	lyrics	buy track
I watched The paddles float As though convinced by Bennet’s ghost, Kid was hanged For twice a name Upon his landing in New York Avery waits For yester pay As Charles sleeps into The floor From what I heard He left his name To dry away into His score -()- And the galleons are dead I hear turbines through the water I bought a ticket to get waisted On a motorized imposter The privateers are dead Faces lost to restoration In a forth grade presentation I claimed to know them as my passion But said little else about them - I saw the hostage cripple forward Behind the flintlock in my hold I held the hosed in the station I did exactly as he told I crushed his hands and made him old. The privateers are dead Of scaffolds raised by their employers I dug a pit up in a boulder And found that all my friends we’re older I dug a chip up in my shoulder

about

6 years from shore, my vessel burns like a fresh planet. I beat against its undertow and grin back a lung of smoked canvas. The moon is there and I know it sees killing in my distant town. I’ll join these depths too, for my life is finished as yours begins.

credits

released May 2, 2020

Jeremy McCabe on drums
Drew Smith on Electric guitar
Josh Tazman Reinier on Piano and vocals
Elliot Shaull-Thompson on stand up bass
Owen Frankel on stand up bass
Henry Nelson on guitar and vocals
Todd Brozman on wurlitzer

recorded by Daniel Markus
mixed by Henry Nelson
mastered by Drew Smith

Music and lyrics by Henry Nelson

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