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An Audiography of Prohibited SoundsLimited-run CD-R : July 2004 Split release with pupa's window |
CREDITS Recorded: Nov 2003-May 2004, Calvert Street house,
Baltimore, & Mike's house, Towson MD Details: This very limited CD-R release (now out of print) was the second joint release from Private Eleanor and Baltimore songwriter pupa's window. Produced in a limited edition of 50, with handmade packaging made to resemble a mini-book. We each recorded a "side" for this album in isolation, not letting the other hear our work until it was done. Our only rule was that we each had to make music in ways that were somehow new or different to us. Found sounds, unfamiliar instruments, field recordings, quick-sketch compositions, inside-out arrangements, and unusual recording techniques were all used here, programmed onto two tracks to underscore the "two sides" concept. The PE side was recorded by Austin solo, at home on a 4-track tape recorder, and features a mixture of songs and musique concrete/sound-compositions. These were the last Private Eleanor recordings before the full band was formed. Features the original version of "Enter early and often", which later showed up in different form on Sweethearting. 1. PRIVATE ELEANOR: LYRICSWritten by Austin Stahl, ©2004. Enter early and often. The grooves were overflowing with all we had to say. I'm not surprised when they ignore us anyway. Well you know, we got nothing left to prove. Oh you know, we got nothing left to prove. We faked our smiles and we held them 'til they stuck. So seal that envelope and kiss it for good luck. Well you know, we got nothing else to lose. Oh you know, we got nothing else to lose. Sing you, softly. No one wants to let us sing. They're afraid of what we'd bring, and I'm afraid of what I'd say to all of those who block our way. But you believe in all that comes from me, so let me sing you softly asleep. There's nowhere in this town to go that doesn't make me feel hopeless and slow, so won't you leave the door unlocked tonight? Turn the bedsheet down and leave on a light. 'Cause you believe in all that we could be. So let me sing you softly awake. Searching for coal in diamond mines. Tell me something: Are you glad to be alive? Does daylight hurt your tired eyes? You were searching hard for coal in diamond mines, so afraid of what you'd find. "They won't find me at all." I made a list of everything I've ever tried and everyone who's on my side. And I was searching for a pattern in the lines, but all I found were unmarked signs. "They won't find me at all." Your worried head. Sitting on the hood of your car. Wandering the streets to find out where you are. Do you wonder why she is all you need to get by? Underneath the sheets of our bed. Anything she could do calm your worried head. Do you wonder why she is all you need to get by? Jessamyn. Jessamyn, I've been so tired of leaving you. You won't believe that I am a liar, but I swear it's true. On a TV screen in some Northern bar is where you saw the bombs fall. I stole the keys to your father's car and tried my best to lose it all. Jessamyn, I think I'm done with changing my mind. Don't say it's mean, you're not the one who's been left behind. Airplanes screamed through the Mideastern sky as you packed your van. And it's easier to see, in these desperate times, what to do when you're a desperate man. Heavier jackets. Haven't crossed your path in ages. Seems I never see you anymore. Still got your picture in my wallet, but these days I just can't recall what for. I've been holding on to something that was gone, an image on a surface, nothing more. But we're older now, older now. All of that's over now, over now. Don't put away the heavy jackets. We're in for one last cold one, I hear. I call to wish you happy birthday, and something more to celebrate this year, instead of holding on to a long-forgotten song. You're not the one I sing to anymore. |
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