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Quilt

by Quilt

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    Printed on uncoated jacket with black vinyl cut at 33 RPM. Includes full color insert with lyrics as well as download card.

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1.
Young Gold 03:14
Change, well they say the body’s hide Wait I never wanted this disguise We don’t know - When the lights are low We don’t know - That the lights they grow Say that I caught you in a lie Awake no longer slipping in the night (Turning stones to gold - We’ll waken in a golden glow) We don’t know - And the lights are low But as above - So below all these ways, have come undone all these ways, have come undone All these ways we come undone You say you’re lost but now you’re gone All these ways we come rundown And now you’re blessed with gold
2.
Oh, their horse is down Look in the mouth, frantic, silently But nothing happened They couldn't find a proper way to pronounce it dead Borealis news Could have gone beyond the world of hurried hands Well they don't mind it Cause they left and flew to the sky in the cowboy night Left standing in the only void we know No talking in the only void we know Left standing in the only void we know We gotta go We gotta hide We gotta go We gotta hide Left standing in the only void we know We gotta go We gotta hide We gotta go We gotta hide A feeling, fleeting like perfect circles bending over backwards down to the end Cowboys in the void Understand it's all behind, but return again And nobody told us not to come home And nobody told us not to come home nobody told us not to come home We're staring at the void and we don't know why
3.
Oh, they may be wrong About the things they saw So they marked the ground Now it's been so long We got that earthly drone And yes we like Bossa Nova We'll learn to forget the past But we'll still remember something Oh, a waste of time Trailing something gone On somebody's dime Watering the lawn We're going' off to war Not like the one before I met a man today He was a founding father Oh, the golden years When damp bells ring true Children of the light Sleep in darkness too
4.
And oh, you looked at me As if I was another side of the game The unknown know We always seem, seem to play with confidence And oh the bricks they fall The bricks they fall on Penobska And "why" you said to me Why would we try, why should we try to make anew When we could be intoxicated by this ordinary turn again? And oh the bricks they fall The bricks they fall on Penobska Do you remember when When you shook, or when you felt a rising tide? From within, before the cross From that place where our child resides And oh the bricks they fall The bricks they fall on Penobska Tripping on the bricks in the light of another snow You hand me a gift, a trade of I don't know why I've been packing bombs for a man in an idle tower Who traded this land for an open hand of flowers How did we get so ... Language deflated the zeppelin of the conscious How did we get so … And now we return through the means of that destruction How did we get so … Language deflated the zeppelin of the conscious How did we get so … And now we return through the means of that destruction
5.
Rabid Love 06:16
You say you call this rabid love And I think it's funny You hand me dirty rags, my love And you call me honey Hopping on this train, my dove Don't you follow me on it I don't know where I'm going, love And I got no money And I'll have this day in the back of my mind And I'll have this day in the back of my mind No, it doesn't mean I didn't love you when it was right And no, it doesn't mean I didn't love you when it was right
6.
Milo 05:53
Milo, you're lost in your head Why won't you let yourself be? Milo, you're lost in your head Why won't you let yourself be? You can call me Mr. Morning I was just lost ahead Looking at the past and counting all the things I know Milo, you're lost in your head Why won't you let yourself be? Milo, you're lost in your head Why won't you let yourself be? You can call me Mr. Morning I was just lost ahead Looking at the past and counting all the things I know Milo, you're lost in your head Why won't you let yourself be? Milo, you're lost in your head Why won't you let yourself be? You can call me Mr. Morning I was just lost ahead Looking at the past and counting all the things I know Do you remember? We were out and walking Staring at the sun And I Lost all of my days While we were drenched in talking Speaking about nothing Nothing spoke to us While breaking through an open Space in our days And I, I, I, I Hold my hand read the sky Giving me - signs Hold my hand read the sky Giving me - signs Milo, you're lost in your head Why won't you let yourself be? Milo, you're lost in your head Why won't you let yourself be? Call me Mr. Morning But I was just lost ahead Looking at the past and counting all the things I know
7.
Oh, Hold me out And say we're in motion We're running wild Utopian canyon And oh, bastard son Formless new token Of trying times Sweet heart's devotion Oh my god How we've mutated this confrontation And simply taken love laying down, down, down, down down, down, down, down We took it only for ourselves
8.
Lost & Lewd 01:50
Call me a sinner and call me gold Well you locked yourself in a wrestling hold Now you're stuck, nowhere to go But you called me a liar when I told you so Call me a sinner and call me gold Well you locked yourself in a wrestling hold Now you're stuck, nowhere to go But you called me a liar when I told you so Losing limbs and lost and less Well you had a shitty attitude Not enough to stick around Sick of playing lost and found Losing limbs and lost and less Well you had a shitty attitude Not enough to stick around Sick of playing lost and found Losing limbs and lost and lewd Call me a sinner and call me gold Well you locked yourself in a wrestling hold Now you're stuck, nowhere to go But you called me a liar when I told you so Na na na na na na na
9.
Wake up early just to know that I am still in bed Architecture's turning over, town is painted red If I'm there I'm walking backwards Time and time again I remember falling forwards Not back into bed Let the asphalt path continue So it's words come clear Turning of our simple distance To those ending near For whom it tides I'm tending here Where it could begin For whom it tides I'm tending here Time and time again We forget what we are at the right time, every time We forget what we are at the right time, every time We forget what we are at the right time, every time We forget what we are at the right time, every time
10.
Gome Home 04:33
Silent silence calls your name, you said you were

about

It’s not uncommon to form a band while in college, and that is exactly what Quilt did. Its primary members, Shane Butler and Anna Fox Rochinski (as well as Taylor Mcvay—who plays on much of the record, but has since left the band amicably) were all visual art students at the School of the Museum of Fine Arts in Boston, but bonded over their mutual love of weird, experimental jams and classic pop harmonies. John Andrews joined the band as drummer after opening for every Quilt show on tour in 2009. Butler grew up in a “spiritual community with a lot of musical chanting” and Rochinski was “doing classical singing in choirs that had a lot of crazy harmonies. There’s a lot of repetitive, almost mantra stuff in our songs,” she adds. Quilt is a band with strong roots that formed at the apex of the point in your life when you’re thinking about your own art and what it all means. Then you grow up. You get married, you get a real job, life gets in the way of your art. But the support structure of the band is strong, and they powered through. This self-titled debut full length is the result.

The album, produced and engineered by Apollo Sunshine’s Jesse Gallagher, feels fully formed in a way that their older cassette material only hinted at. From the gorgeous two and three-part harmonies that pepper every track to the twinkling guitar that floats over everything, this is wandering music made up of expansive, cinematic moments, brought home by those harmonies. Singing at the same time, Butler and Rochinski are the core, sounding both powerful and intimate while letting their voices go thin and then build up to a concrete thickness. At points, when all three members sing, it’s a revalation. “Penobska Oakwalk” sounds already classic, Rochinski rounding out Butler’s melancholy with subtle power, while “Gome Home” is all bluster, thudding bass, footstomps and faint, swirling desolation. “Philosophically and musically we’re very attuned in a lot of ways,” Butler says. It’s visual music without any visuals. Quilt’s music is so vivid that we don’t even need them.

But the real key to the album lies in the members’ complete freedom with their music. Each of these songs is a result of endless jamming—letting the tracks take shape organically until they cohered into songs worth digging into. “We get together and intuitively flow and then carve the songs with lyrics,” Butler says of the writing process. But that’s not to say Quilt are comfortable making an appealing melody and a catchy riff and leaving it at that. Instead, the band finds a formula in experimentation, letting keys drift languidly, following their own threads wherever they need to go. It is at once calming and arresting, the sound of a band finding its footing even as they break musical boundaries so subtly it’s almost not noticeable. “When you’re in school your entire life, plus you made this album right when you’re getting out of school. Your whole life changes all of a sudden and you’re like what is my agenda going to be?” Butler says. “A lot of this album is a coming of age album. Being like, Oh we’re in this world now, what are we gonna do with it?”

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released November 8, 2011

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