Radiate, Satellite
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Radiate, Satellite
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Important Statues
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To The Ladder
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about
Written and recorded over five early mornings on a laptop's internal microphone with only an alto saxophone, an old violin, a small hand drum, and a weary human voice, "Radiate, Satellite" is a brief and desperate journey through a family's birth and death, set to the backdrop of mid-20th Century rural California.
Note: You really ought to listen to this on headphones for the best experience.
Note: You really ought to listen to this on headphones for the best experience.
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released 15 November 2011
Written, recorded, and produced by Hamilton Ulmer
Mixing Engineer - Justin Sachs
Mastering Engineer - Jeremy Rosenblum
Written, recorded, and produced by Hamilton Ulmer
Mixing Engineer - Justin Sachs
Mastering Engineer - Jeremy Rosenblum
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discography
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Nov 2011 -
Dec 2011
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- Track Name: Radiate, Satellite
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As the morn awakes the flower bed
I stare into the sky
Not quite at the sun
And see the satellite radiate.
As the midday soaks the concrete porch
I stare at the hummingbird wondering how fast his heart pumps.
But I can't help but feel the weight
Of my own flesh
As it fades away.
I still see the satellite
And it radiates.
As the twilight glows like ember
I stare into your eyes
And feel such warmth.
But I can't see you like I used to.
As I approach my midnight,
I stare into the sky
Not quite at the sun
And see the satellite radiate.
But my own flesh -
It fades away. - Track Name: The Purple On These Hills
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I smell the demilune
These farms used to dance in its fane
Out of the hills the lupine smiled
As the carburator sang to the swain
I see the sunrise
We have nothing to our name
O, how the tank ran empty
But O, how the sky was aflame!
Seems like the best thing to do is to wait it out
As we drove across this state, my heart intones -
"I can't believe we found this place
Where we can make our home and raise our own."
That is, if you love the purple on these hills, as I do.
What if we built a little hovel,
And I'll work on cars all day?
Follow the geese out to the valley
As the cotton mill sang to the swain.
Now I see the sunset
The wise old man told us of nil
Improvise this quartet
Like a dicot your mind stood still
Seems like the best thing to do is wait it out.
As we drove across this state my heart intones -
"I can't believe we found this place
Where we can make our home and raise our own."
That is, if you love the purple on these hills, as I do.
As I lay here in my bed,
I have no regrets to face.
Bring no ceremony with you
As I leave you with some grace. - Track Name: Important Statues
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This town has become
A place where no one lives,
That won't last past the year.
We should pack our bags
Because I hold nothing -
And so I fold my arms.
When I go please, just spread my ashes.
Don't bring any ceremonial lights
Or important statues.
We should pack our bags
Because I hold nothing -
And so I fold my arms. - Track Name: To The Ladder
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I have a theory
That I could fix anything
If I had the time.
I built my own recreational van
With these two hands
And other cars of mine.
I have an air compressor
That I wheel out to the ladder
So we can get the house cool again.
Though I cannot get on the roof
I am far from aloof
And I'll let my son do the job. - Track Name: I'll Never Play Trumpet Again
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Was it a dream? ‘cause I fell asleep at my wedding -
Here we are with our gifts on par with the house -
Now that I’m yours to keep, I’ll never play trumpet again.
Then she plugged in every electric gift from a friend, I had to get my generator
But it overloaded and the generator exploded and knocked my teeth out
Now that I have no teeth, I’ll never play trumpet again …
Never … again.
The long night -
What do I bring to our knot,
When all that I have is my intention?
I am an orphan, at least I feel that way.
But it is hard for me to explain.
But oh, I’ll never play the trumpet again.
The long night -
Long after the mystery is spent,
And all I have is the fragment of my youth.
And all of my innards cry for the solitude I yearn -
Well it is hard for me to explain.
Oh no - I’ll never play the trumpet again
