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A Chopping Block

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1.
Oh, what was it that they sung? Rained down like heaven from the lungs Were I to keep it for my own I would not be worth my weight in bones Oh, they will cast a net and pray All patchwork gold and old decay Were it, were it to drift my way I wouldn't know Wouldn't know just what to say Hearken to the call, oh dear Eliza This is what they brought us up to be Don't listen to the ghosts that walk your hallways Heaven is a dog and it clings to thee I was made of stone back when you were made of clay Oh we had our words, but we threw them all away Now there's time for you to leave, if you've got time enough to stay Throw your shadow on the door before it takes another shape before it crawls inside to stay Hearken to the call, oh dear Eliza This is what they brought us up to be Don't listen to the ghosts that walk your hallways Heaven is a drag and it drags on thee
2.
I'm bound to serve on your own terms I'm bound to waste your time Slow down now, find it in the parlor You can pick it up whenever you mind What'll they say when the fever's gone away, and your limbs are back, and they've come to play? There's a clock on the shoulders they gave, now they want it back, and they'll never trade Came down to offer you a false step Straight from the halls where you dine No luck, oh! Isn't it a godsend Cold is the heart that's stronger than mine
3.
Lack of Fight (free) 04:05
What's a fight with the right to keep it clean? What's the harm, from an angle of defeat? With every sip, we live outside our means Think we'll all go gray and go to sleep Sell a tale at a price we can agree What's the harm in charging for what's free? Look around, what's to stop them from belief Put your arms away, where they can never reach What ghost is rattling your front porch? Can't tell what's golden upon his head I know you'll offer up the full course They'll wait for hours until they're fed You never cast a shadow in your life We fell asleep for longer than we'd like Seem to pass the same moon every night it's only bright enough to show a lack of light I'll meet you outside the cemetery Take your time, boy I'm in no hurry I came across all the swords you buried Tell me what it's like to never worry The wood has split, and it's driven up the grain Crack a smile, hope it slips into the vein We're different words but I'm sure we mean the same So we'll say when we're carving up the blame and we've all run out of names What ghost is rattling your front porch? Can't tell what's golden upon his head I know you'll offer up the full course They'll wait for hours until they're I'll fan the flames until they're fed
4.
Light Fails 03:21
All light has failed, the ghost of age, he pulls you down into the fray. What once we lost is now apace- hold guard, hold guard! They'll rush to the stage. Ablaze all the candles, awaken the flames! Set fire to the canvas, alight what you've made! (These were the words that we shuddered to pray.) Will you go it alone at the end of the day? (Ours are the sails that have fallen away, and left their crosses cast bare in the gray.) What a curious sight from our own little feet! (Black were the words that curled back in there teeth, and sent us rushing out in the streets.) The armored god, he calls us in, through tallest gates, golden in trim. The ropes we hide are growing thin- their voices cry, "Cut them again!" We'll fall on our failures, with knees on the bend, rest on the laurels we laid 'til the end, and wait by the gates 'til they open again. Don't you know, don't you know better than anyone?
5.
Speak Warmly 04:30
Well I have no objections dear. You've gone and made it proper clear that you can will a fog to bend by blowing in its tender ear. You've pressed a powder, paper thin, and let the neighbors wander in; they've kept a hand in your affairs, and raised a glass to watch you swim. Now I won't hold my tongue, but I'll speak warmly when they come. So wrap your lips around a song, a plank to throw your thoughts upon; I never saw you off to keep a quiet house with curtains drawn. They're sure to wait and greet the day you scatter ink across the page, and what I wouldn't give to keep you as far as far can be arranged. High above the chandolier, ceiling tiles and attic walls, the most that i can hope to hear will shatter as a window falls. And what she knows, she does not show; she shuts the door on all our calls.

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released May 1, 2009

PREE May Tabol (songs, guitar, piano), John Thayer (drums, magic), Vanessa Degrassi (flute), Tom Hnatow (dobro, bass), Susan Hsu (Violin, Track 5); Randy Scope (Percussion, Track 3)

Mixed by Devin Ocampo at the Treehouse \ Mastered by Randy Scope.

© 2009 The Kora Records

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PREE Atlanta, Georgia

Pree explores contorted relationships, with narratives being written and then
derailed, re-soddered, gawked at, admired, left for dead.

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