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CROW

by BAAN

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1.
[Wasn’t it this way? Maybe it’s the other way? Maybe it’s through here.] I went to sleep with your song in my head You were the same, but I was gone again For the last time [I don’t know what that was, but there was a sudden blast of cold air, and I’m getting out of here.] All you said was, “Wait for me, I will return.” So I waited whilst the forest burned No-one could know the secret of our love [D’you hear that? Sounds like, uh… Is that wind? Do you hear that? It’s stopped. Well, I don’t know what that is. That doesn’t sound like wind, but… that’s crazy. Don’t know if that’s a bird, or… I don’t know what that is. It almost sounds like snakes, but… Well, I heard some weird stuff in mines, but that is definitely creepy. I don’t know what that is, so let’s get out of here and head back out to the portal.] [What…? What the fuck is that?] There’s a crow with one white feather He keeps it together He lives in the Weatherman’s garden He’s a crow, he lives in the sky Where crows never die Begging your majesty’s pardon But he’s just a bird Never uttered a word All dressed to the nines In black [You can see what it’s like over here. That’s her jacket. She wore that jacket while she was here. So, there that jacket is. She wore that hat. There’s the hat over there. She wore that hat. So, here hat and her jacket there.] I’m such a sentimental fool Oh, sentimental fool That’s me, Mr Sentimentality. That’s me. Once upon a morning I dreamed about your bones No-one ever wrote a song who didn’t suffer something Choose your pain, again again The same old pain, but here it comes, a whole new day Sometimes the sea is calling, the sun is falling The sky turns upside down Sorry to hear the old dog died Broke her leg, and how she cried While we were on the phone Climbed the stairs and broke her bone [Oh, you motherf…] I went to sleep with your song in my head You were the same, but I was gone again ‘Cause, that’s me. ‘Cause, Mr Sentimentality That’s me I went to sleep with your song in my head You were the same, but I was gone again For the last time [Fuck! Oh, God it’s all gravel. How do I put myself out? Quick, quick!] All you said was, “Wait for me, I will return.” And so I waited whilst the forest burned No-one could know the secret of our love There’s a crow with one white feather He keeps it together He lives in the Weatherman’s garden He’s a crow, he lives in the sky Where crows never die Begging your majesty’s pardon But he’s just a bird Never uttered a word All dressed to the nines In black [Am I dead? Oh, God. Oh, fuck me. Fuck me, that gravel on the bot… I almost died, that was so fucking close, Holy sh…]
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[Instrumental.]
3.
[eins, zwei, drei, vier, fünf, sechs, sieben, acht, neun, zehn, elf, zwölf, dreizehn, vierzehn, fünfzehn, sechzehn, siebzehn, achtzehn, neunzehn, zwanzig, einundzwanzig, zweiundzwanzig, dreiundzwanzig, vierundzwanzig, fünfundzwanzig] You might as well stay down there Contagion spreading everywhere The Weatherman is freshening The east is where the west will sing He cries Jehova hammering The nails into his stammering Best friend who was an adulant Of the one who hired the commandant What was his name again? [Five, four, zero, five, four, zero, six, one, six, one, zero, nine, zero, one] [That’s it now] I think it was Harry. I seem to remember Harry Now brambles grow along the fence How happy was the happenstance Where dog was led and baby cried Panopticon was god defied [Fred taught me that everything is music. He got me in an elevator one night in New York, many, many years ago in my youth, on his way up to an apartment, and he turned the light off and said, “Listen.” That made quite an impression on me. I started to listen to the world more after that, hearing musical sounds in almost everything.] Gravity in all our minds No particles, no ties that bind It’s a transdimensional affair What’s everywhere comes from nowhere
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Greta, you’re sinking Into the ocean A little bit at a time And the people Who say they adore you One day soon will ignore you The rich are gonna fly The poor will die In the new age The seas are gonna fall The seasons crawl In the ice age Greta, you better sail home You think you know what’s going on But Greta, they’re using what you are You don’t need them to be a superstar The Lords of England Will not freeze The commons of England On their knees Snow Queen Snow Queen Greta, what are you thinking? Your devotion To your religion Will see people Suffer by the million From the cold You say isn’t real The sun still shines In the middle of the night Just because you can’t imagine it Doesn’t make you right [shame on you, shame on you, shame on you] Rosemary was the head girl at my school A thousand years young and no fool What happened to Rosemary? What happened to you Rosemary? She tried to pick me up In a tiny little van But I was no man I fucked the whole thing up Dear Rosemary Came in, the room was burning Sat down, heads were turning We broke the walls to let the music sing for Rosemary Rosemary I was living on board a ship I gave the Captain the slip Nobody knows where Rosemary goes She travels through infinite space With elegant calm and grace DaVinci loves her face Dear Rosemary Dear Rosemary Dear Rosemary Everything goes there Nothing will grow there And time will not flow there Is gravity really everywhere? Nothing is seen in the heart of the sun Caught in your mind but it hasn’t begun The weatherman has you under his thumb The weatherman The weatherman [Fucking hell. What the hell’s going on?] [Uh, the music was not just music, was not just something nice to listen to, but was an instrument of global enlightenment, that it had a kind of, the significance of a sacred text.] Everything's louder than everything else in this world The music hurts like decibels of pain Gathering in the gutter, the falling rain Everything's louder than everything else in this world Every word I say is a lie No-one dies, no-one ever dies The rivers flow too fast for the oceans and the sky They say one day we might all drown I live by the sea, I guess I’m going down The rivers flow too fast for the oceans and the sky Once I dreamed of hang gliding over machair sands Who knew if I would ever land? Turns out I never did, instead I fell Once I dreamed of hang gliding over machair sands The body breaks, the mind escapes The mind escapes as the body breaks Greta, you’re sinking Into the ocean A little bit at a time And the people Who say they adore you One day soon will ignore you The rich are gonna fly The poor will die In the new age The seas are gonna fall The seasons crawl In the ice age Greta, you better sail home You think you know what’s going on But Greta, they’re using what you are You don’t need them to be a superstar The Lords of England Will not freeze The commons of England Down on their knees Snow Queen Snow Queen Greta, what are you thinking? Your devotion To your religion Will see people Suffer by the million From the cold You say isn’t real The sun still shines In the middle of the night Just because you can’t imagine it Doesn’t make you right One more time One more time [Breathe. Stop trying to figure it all out. It’s how you let go, and if you feel that the terror is sweeping in and about to overwhelm you, don’t follow that thought. As soon as you follow that thought it leads to another thought, such as, “What if I can’t handle this? What if this is too much?” which leads to the thought of, “Maybe this is too much” which leads you to the thought of, “This is too much” which leads to the thought of, “I need this to end now, now, now, get me out of here, get me out of here.” As soon as you enter that panic state, oh the trip goes bad fast.]
5.
[Not all parts of the brain are the same, in this respect, you see. You’ve got the cerebrum, this is the part at the top, and you know, divided down the middle, and when you see brains that’s what you normally see with the convolutions in it. But right underneath, and at the back, is a thing called the cerebellum, which looks more like a ball of wool or something, and the cerebellum, and there may still be argument about this, but it seems to be that it’s completely unconscious, and it has comparable number of neurons, far more connections between neurons than the cerebrum, and it’s what takes control when, maybe when you’re driving your car and you’re thinking about something else and you’re not thinking what you’re doing, because it’s unconscious, and the unconscious control, you know a pianist who is very expert and moves the fingers around and plays a note with a little finger, that pianist doesn’t think, “Well I’ve got to move that muscle this way, and this bone that way and so on” and it’s all controlled unconsciously, but a lot of this unconscious control is done somewhere else, in the cerebellum, when you get really skilled. So, it seems to be OK you’ve got different kinds of structures, and it could well be that these pyramidal cells which have a particular organisation of microtubules are the ones where the consciousness is really coming to light mainly. I dunno, there’s a lot which is not known about this, controversial and all sorts of things. But the cerebellum seems to be different and organised differently. So, it’s not just how many neurons, how many connections are there, because there are more in the cerebellum. So, it’s not that.] [The Earth is always changing. Climate change is nothing you have to prove. It always is happening, it always has happened. So, to make that into something alarming seems to me a little bit weird.]
6.
She needs someone to conjure her an angel A beautiful man with golden wings She will come when the angel sings Like a shot of heroin wearing her skin The murmuration rainbow dances in the sky It’s evening already, but she can’t tell why It seems to her the birds know everything She promises she will dance, but only if they sing Asteroseismology oh-oh-oh-oh Helio-eccentricity oh-oh-oh-oh Starlings making melody oh-oh-oh-oh-oh Starlings making melody Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh But instead of love a shadow falls Monsters climbing over crumbling walls Inside her mind she sings her own sweet song Then despite it all she is gone Starlings making melody Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh She came to dwell amongst the red tenements Learned to love, and lost her innocence Fell for someone new who loved to sing In the end her song turned into everything No-one knows what’s coming down the line Wake up hurting, then you’re feeling fine Asteroseismology oh-oh-oh-oh Helio-eccentricity oh-oh-oh-oh Starlings making melody oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
7.
The Weatherman lives underground The birds he killed will never be found Crow still lives up in the sky A cinnamon tree growing out of his eye Angels frozen into place Rebellion before God’s face The drugs were good enough to kill But angels cannot die So, where’s the thrill For the Weatherman, together man The President, the precedent The Weatherman, the feather man The President, the precedent Like voodoo dolls we carry on Regardless of Hyperion No lesson learned, the village burned The white men lie to the children they spurned The sky above his head is stone Kills everything and lives alone The crow stays high and will not call One day soon the white feather will fall

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Recorded and produced by Peri Urban in East Lothian in September, October and November 2019. Mastered and compiled on 5th November 2019. Remastered Feb 2020.

All songs written by Largy Baan and Peri Urban.

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released November 7, 2019

Largy Baan - vocals, piano, keyboards, acoustic guitar.
Peri Urban - electric guitar, keyboards, backing vocals.
Henrik Peter - drums, percussion.
DD Strang - bass guitar, stand-up bass, keyboards.

with:
Eddie “Porky” Pine - impossible and barely probable saxophones on It’s Not That and Starlings, tiny inadmissible trumpets on Starlings.
Rodney VanWorth - vocals on the Sentimental section of The Weatherman’s Garden.
Ginger Baker, John Bonham and Dave Grohl - drums on the Rosemary section of A Sacred Text.
Reuben Spyker - additional drums on The Weatherman’s Garden.

Featuring the voices of - unknown YouTuber; YouTuber Exploring Abandoned Mines and Unusual Places; YouTuber HelloRodney; YouTuber Sips; unknown German audio engineer from 1889; shortwave number station; unknown woman on ferry car deck; YouTuber Thoughty2; David Crosby; Rafa Nadal (grunts); Daniil Medvedev (grunts); speech to text algorithms; opposition MPs House of Commons, UK Parliament; John Bonham; Robert Plant; unknown hippy; YouTuber PsychedSubstance; Professor Roger Penrose; Richard Lindzen; the birds.

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Like all musicians I wished I had the same number of limbs as an octopus. My wish was granted, but not in the way I had hoped for. My cephalopod partner is an enthusiastic volunteer from the worldwide animal charity Save Humans From Themselves. We share a special kind of love. ... more

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