high walls (EP)

by cloudy shoes

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This project is the result of an amazing collaboration with a number of generous folks who gave their time, energy and passion in order for us to make music. Thanks for listening!


released January 22, 2014

Recorded, produced, mixed and mastered by Celeste Rose. Celeste also plays electric bass on #1, #4 & #5, banjo and backup vocals on #4

Recorded at Studio-365 and Isobel's bedroom/bathroom in Montréal over the course of a few frantic, snowy days in January, 2014.



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Isobel G-F: words, voice, guitars, banjo
Ed Scrimger: drums & percussion, harmonicas, guitar

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Track Name: The Morning News
well I'm cold, as I am these days
ever since you packed up and left so far away
with your thumb held up high
by the side of the road with the big trucks rollin' by
well you know how I dream
that I mean no harm and see the good in everything
and that I take anything that I find
that fits into my hands, alright alright
and I was told you were scared
and you lay there shaking, snowflakes in your hair
while the day, it grew young
and the glow of headlights told you to hold your tongue
...and then I opened my eyes
and the long night had passed
and I saw in my mind
right where you lay your head to rest
the morning news black & white
on the coffee table
and there's that river of meaningless type
the one I am unwilling and unable to wrap my head around
your filthy jeans, your old boots were found
in the mud and the silt of a river
six hundred miles south of this town
and I was told you were scared
and you lay there shaking, snowflakes in your hair
Track Name: Winds of August
your high walls were never a match for me
in spite of these fragile hands
I'm just too restless to let them be
oh but one of these days the feeling might pass
I'll be dreamin' away with my head in the grass
oh and one of these days you'll be somewhere out of reach
praising the stars for their light
you know my heart, it does turn with the seasons
and I will keep it caged for all kinds of reasons
but there is something in the winds of august
that sends those walls come crumbling down upon us
and at night I have visions of you wading
into water as that pale daylight is fading
and in the morning I'll rise slowly with the dew
wash my face from these visions of you
cause your high walls
were never a match for me
Track Name: Frost
nothing gold, nothing gold can stay
I know it's hard but it's better off this way
nothing gold, nothing gold can stay
and if this winter ends
I'll pack it in and call up all my friends
we'll take this town, take this town
and turn it inside out
but they will strip you of your pride
as churchbells ring all thru the night
and as you wake in the fading day
you will learn that nothing gold can stay
I thought I saw, thought I saw your ghost
blowing in the wind from down the coast
you'd been led, you'd been led astray
so I slept outside the house where you were born
the broken glass, the curtains burned and torn
I lay shiverin', I lay shiverin' on the frosty ground
but they will nail you to their cross
and weave a crown of thorns and moss
and you shall die there, naked and proud
as they lay shiverin' on the frosty ground
Track Name: Fear, Bravado
what if one day you woke
and your mother was gone
and your father was gone
and your brother, and your sister
and your cat, and your dog
they have run into the ocean
because your house it is on fire
it is burning to the ground
and your father spent eight years
in the military forces
he worked all day, stayed up all night
in those trenches of cockroaches
and when the war, it was over
he came home to his wife and his family
and he said:
“what are we gonna do?
because they're coming
in their planes, with their bombs and with their guns and with their fire
and with their hate in their teeth, and with their blood and with their violence
they've got knives, they've got fists, they want blood and they've got time.”

Well we've got fear, and they've got bravado.
Track Name: Telephone (l'aliénation)
well I ought to grow my hair out long
while I'm distracted
from these doggone days
thought it might pass with age
but here I'm stranded
they're just words upon some goddamn page
but they make me frantic
so I hold my breath for just a moment more
and I'm exalted
I don't think you knew what you were getting into
when you met me
and you stood there still where the shadows spilled
and you let me
while by and by, the public eye
did forget me
they might rip and tear, they might gawk and stare
but don't feel like you have to be nice to me
all my clothes are torn, all full of holes
no one to fix them
but I like to leave them all that way
to beat the system
all that wasted thread, all that naked flesh
and all that distance
well you have your past, and you have your poisons
now it's time that you learned how to listen
...well I always seem to pick the ones
who never pick up the telephone.