FOUR​.​FOUR: 2​/​4

by Heather Christian & the Arbornauts

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Gabriel Job & Peter played a tune for me and I turn it in my head when all the world gets green and throw my hammer hard into its melody when I can't remember nothing but the ground Tho my mind's a memory of its once white light I squint and I can see you almost every night Behind the doors and alleys kept away from sight The closest thing to Truth is just the sound: Aaaaaahhhh Cherry, cherry, blackened thorn and evergreen and thirty years, an ocean and a wind machine Blow the hollow boat back to the things I mean When I can't remember nothing but the ground
Impressionist: Lark of the moon when it bends its arm Shutters and starlight all wet in the barn Red rover clover, go ring the alarm The sea has a shutter, my gutter-head smells it's salt Ragweed and stink where my mouth should be Blood in the holler, milk in the tree Who out of you would remember me, You're older my friend At the end of your golden vault So what's left to shadow and who to ride When I've undone the blankets and the sheets inside And what of your skulk your ilk your pride your bevy your kin your massacre flock and folk Blood is a signal that means a thing Like the names of the dead in a clover ring Eye for an eye, a crown for a king, a laser for God, a thimble for someone small Ounces of May in a tepid rain This old ballerina will dance again On tippy-top-toes til we all go lame From coffee and tea and the magic from whence we came Crater: Soundlessly Wordlessly I have carved a Crater in your moon All the sounds Sleeping heads All they tryin to catch you Lasso Croon Is you is Cain't you bite It ain't right what's eating at you, Bluebird and Why don't you love me You were put here to love me I'm howl and I'm homely I'm so tired and lonely My friends number only Myself and my homey The Moon Bubbles out Deeds done right Why'nt you hang a picture on your wall When you dream You alright Why you feel the need to wake at all It's different for no ones The smart ones the slow ones The hot ones the mad ones the easily led ones And I'm so tired and lonely I'm howl and I'm homely My friends number only Myself and my homey the Moon Don't say I didn't warn ya It's a burn that makes a tide Reach inside my hollow barn-yah There's not a lot of pride Just kindle for the fire Boom Boom Boom Boom Ba-da. Soundlessly Wordlessly I have carved a crater for you
White Train 02:58
I was a black train in an all white station and now I'm a white train in an all black room Jesus and propane, both in moderation I'm nearly a good one. Help in the heartland, by the lines and lizards I'm half way to Texas before the animal kicks in Somedays I see you for your shocked green innards And those days are easy-- like I got maps of where the land mines are buried up under the stove pipe soaked in ammonia and sold for a song forgive me, Father, I betray my eyesight grabbing at blankets and trying to belong I need a freight train full of roots and levers To show me some large things, like a dinosaur's arm Alone in the slow lane with a hot blood fever I pass with my one eye What the Druids called a query for gods in the prime of their seasons laughing at small creatures, spiting the moon far an away without rockets or reasons I'm an all white train in this all black room
Silo 03:08
Polar, my bear Heavy, my thrum Tucked in the air above me coo coo roo coo de-coo Coo roo roo Come Again. I'm 9 or 10 You're 17 You're not my friend You're something coo coo roo coo de-coo Coo roo roo Come Again. Summer stains you blood red Red gains you an eye Toothsome wonder We ain't wet, just thundering Go Coo roo do coo de-coo Coo roo do coo de-coo Split at the tear's my cypress tree One's here, One's there They're both me coo coo roo coo de-coo Coo roo roo Come Again. So, to sleep So I can see your streaking Blue and white, long lingering Child, blind figuring Acceleration 3 fold 5 fold GO Time is a Failure Love is a soaring silo Coo roo do coo-de-coo Coo roo do coo-de coo Polar, my bear Polar, my bear
Darling where do I begin Oh my darling where do I begin I have wandered these streets without a friend I will try not to write you another sad song Cause at some point the snowstorm's all end And the ball joint and jackhammers mend us and maybe then I'll get savvy about love I will find you and keep you in the seam of this chair Silent nowhere Silent nowhere Silent nowhere Silent nowhere Swan song, the lightning chord dies Taking with it my elbows and eyes and around the heart-place the angel complies All is patchwork and needlepoint swatches of green Out of nowhere Out of nowhere Out of nowhere Out of nowhere Out of sight, out the eyes in the dark Out like a light, darlin, secret and sparking so Green eyed and grown now to Giants and mud Out of Nowhere


The FOUR.FOUR EP series is a seasonal EP collection (Winter thru Fall) that documents a calendar year in the evolution of building and tuning a home studio and living through the seasons as they come. Radiators have been left in. Traffic and mistakes and piano bench squeaks and everything else plays as it was always meant to be there. This EP is a pop-surrealist Vivaldi experiment into what a season does to the heart, but also serves as our sonic snapshot, a love note in super 8, during a year the Arbornauts finally started to build the Arbor and had to learn, over time, to use it.

This EP, 2/4, serves as Spring.


released March 24, 2016

Songs and the Singing of them: Heather Christian
Engineered and Mixed: Matty Hubbs

Piano: Heather Christian
Guitars and Starlight: Sasha Brown
Drums: Matt Bogdanow
Violin: Hannah Heller
Additional Voices: Jill Frutkin, Sasha Brown, Jake Heinrichs, Tony Suttle, Bridget Suttle, Monica Bastable, Jason Craig, Jessica Jelliffe and Charlie.

Mastering Wizardry: Tim Boyce at The Sound Design Mastering

Special Thanks to Stowe Nelson and Graham Johnson for the loan of fancy microphones, and to Colbert Davis for the loan of fancy mix-facilitating speakers at your home. Your generosity with expensive toys is the only reason these songs are audible. We love you. xoxo


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Heather Christian & The Arbornauts Beacon, New York

An Arbornaut is a three way cross between a flying squirrel, an astronaut, and an angel. I know one as soon as I spot one. They are naturally occuring in nature. I had a dream about them once and started a band. We are a choir and we are an orchestra. We are disgruntled classical musicians & believers in musical traditions of feeling lots of things. This is the noise from the inside of a root. ... more

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