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The Moon and The Sea

by Ciat Conlin

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somewhere, someone like you is standing in an airport hallway a hospital room somenight, out on the beach I'm waiting in a desert café where my parents meet but me and Peter Pan he says just take my hand we're flying to Japan and we'll stay up all night me and Peter Pan we're gonna start a band move to Kurdistan and we'll stay up all night telephone by the canal all the lights are somewhere shining perhaps she's as well sold all my books on the street maybe I'll be a pretzel vendor well, who needs sleep but me and Peter Pan we're flying to Japan build castles in the sand and watermelon lights me and Peter Pan we'll go to Neverland buy a pretzel stand and we'll stay up all night hospital lights somewhere, someone like you is standing in an airport hallway a hospital room somewhere, someone like me is watching the snow come down she only sleeps when she is sleepy and the whole world came down in a snowfall
3.
20th Century 05:21
come Irene and dance with me to the songs we used to sing let's raise our glasses to the sea and dream of things that we will be in 12 years we'll hate each other you'll call me "your father," I'll call me "your mother" so let's raise our glasses to the sea and drink one last time to the 20th century all my friends are dead or dying days of adventure all gone by them it always was my favorite dream that one day I would be buried at sea or a postman on a bicycle dancing with girls from Istanbul but all the things that I used to dream I read in a book on the 20th century I met you at the Great Salt Lake you were with Owens '88 I was working in a bar and you were sleeping your car we were married in '92 had a son then there were two and both of them were born on the eve of the final years of the 20th century so here I stand my youth behind me days of adventure all gone by me when all I ever wanted to be was an honest man of the 20th century so won't you come with me tonight beneath this fading scarlet light standing wet, beside the sea on the edge of the 20th century
4.
The Artist 03:43
Saturday night in Moscow we went out to see the priest and I said "last night, God told me my life" but it was only in a dream and when I had awoken I'd slept 'till it started to rain and I knew by the sight of your silhouette that it had happened all again told that girl I work with to get an abortion up in Maine and I drove her there on Friday to a clinic in the rain sitting in reception reading glamour magazines saw a picture of my cousin, wearing cut-off jeans maybe someday I'll love here as a failure on the stage but I'll never forgive her brother 'cause he bit me on the leg one day he will be old and wise and sitting in a chair watching TV movies, velvet pictures everywhere so I walked across to Camden, saw your boyfriend in the street and I stopped to say hello to him and he punched out all my teeth lying in the gutter, I couldn't help but laugh 'cause if it hadn't been for me he might have been a dad and on that bus back to Boston we stopped for gasoline and I went inside for a Zagnut bar and a porno magazine standing there by the checkout line I fell back in surprise to see a picture of my cousin with the moonlight in her eyes she'd started doing movies too, changed her name to "Cammie Moore" your ex-boyfriend paid my dental bills, there's no hard feelings anymore one day he will be old and wise and sitting in a chair watching TV movies, velvet pictures everywhere and sometime six months later in a Kurdish restaurant I'm sitting with your daughter, we talk about her cousin's aunt sitting there in rainlight it makes me soft to see that you were once as sad and stupid as I'll always be and now my cousin's a prostitute and her brother, he's in jail and I'd stop to say hello to him though I'd never go his bail one day he will be old and wise and sitting in a chair watching TV movies, velvet pictures everywhere so let me make a final toast before I fade or fall to the Mother of The Artist, she was The Artist, after all one day I will be old and wise and I'll know just what to do but I'll have done it all already, so I'll pass it on to you
5.
Little Cuts 04:43
I remember, oh all the ghosts of dogs I used to own all the girls I've ever known all the boys, too and I hold them close but you're in all the songs I wrote one day I'm gonna sail a boat just to sail away to you so here we go it's another magic show did I say something wrong did I step did I break did I walk? and I walk home alone but I don't care you know 'cause I'm still back there with the girl with the ghosts in her arms and your little cuts just enough to wake you up just enough to make you feel like everything is real and you're so fucked up that's what you said so why don't you give up but I guess I'm stuck 'cause I'm still in love with you how does it feel when everybody's looking at you and you sit so soft bowed to my big friend in the clouds she's a big stone lady she's an island affair the tides go up and then they come back down she's a tattooed lady she's tattooed in snow she's a long white river and I wanna watch it flow she's a pretty walker she's a watery grave she's a red balloon floating up up and over a grave and these little songs these little black cigarette butts will keep me going on like your little cuts but it's not enough no it's not enough and you're so fucked up but it's not too much for me
6.
all the children live in Iceland, they say "can't we go to the Ice Circus today?' all the children build their snowmen to bring to the Ice Circus today and they say "we all love you, and can't wait to see you, so please, won't you come to the Ice Circus today?" and I love you, but I won't see you unless you come to the Ice Circus today bears and lions and clowns and magicians will be at the Ice Circus today naked ladies, riding horses, will sing at the Ice Circus today and they'll sing "we all love you, and can't wait to see you, so please, won't you come to the Ice Circus today?" and I love you, but I won't see you unless you come to the Ice Circus today
7.
singing nights in Leftist quarters taking trains across the borders up into the hills of Chinatown riding home at 3am all the tears are back again all the city silence all around and in an empty movie theatre stands an 8-foot ballerina she's still dancing to shapes on the screen and underneath the stars above the sea lies waiting, lost in love the moon's alive, her name's Penelope well we're writing songs in old train stations stealing art from exhibitions upstairs all the libraries destroyed I paint the songs, she writes the pictures at night we steal old bathroom fixtures keep 'em in a studio out in Montreuil and I'd dream we'd find a time machine and one day we'd go you and me "you know that I wish that everyday" and you could call me Dr. Proust and I'd make up all different names for you and we'd go down to Dublin in the rain and in an empty movie theatre stands an 8-foot ballerina she's still dancing with no one to see and underneath the stars above the sea lies waiting, lost in love the moon's alive, her name's Penelope I think somehow of mismatched spoons her perfume pervades the living room one almost fits the other so it seems and Herbert Dirt pervades the flooring as she stops to tell another story of people who were figments of each other's dreams "I am made of stars," she said! champagned she lay across the bed staring up at all the stars above and I'll be in a pirate submarine and apparently I'm named Justine sing me the one about insubmersible love I was down on the floor of the grocery store when the bombs went off before the war explain the shadows of your form how midnight lasts all afternoon from the top of the cruise ship she fell down she's sinking but she never drowns and in a theatre by the sea no one's there but me
8.
my sister ran away from home when she was only 3 took a boat down by the river and sailed to the sea I used to dream for a longtime back then had a secret library and I'd go down and read all your life and the things that you'd be but beneath this apartment in Paris I know there's a secret staircase where I go to dream beneath this apartment in Paris I know there's a secret staircase that runs to the sea for me and now she lives in another place now and I'm living somewhere, too she sculpts for the police prefecture people that drowned in the moon and I look out across the water from the top of a Ferris wheel "moved away so don't send postcards I don't care what you feel" and when you disappear won't you reappear for me maybe I'll be on a desert island far across the sea and you'll sail in one night when the moon is shining high and all those cats and waterchildren will come running to your side so won't you pirate lights come out tonight and shine your lights on me we stayed up late 'cause we couldn't wait just to see what the night would say we drank Champagne with my brother then as we sat and sang the songs I'd play so won't you pirate lights come out tonight and shine your lights on me and Moira Penelope Moira Penelope in the heart of the Moon and the Sea
9.
somenight I'm standing in a stairwell all the lights are angels lights in little stores and I might if you really want me wasting time 'till twenty years before the war and I will take a train to London fall in love with everybody dying in the rain and all of those little poems between here ecstatic for the theatre you don't have to explain maybe we're underneath the sea now I don't really know quite how I can get away so here is another song for fiction I'll call it my life in pictures I'll call it my life in flames and one night I will go out swinging down above Los Angeles the ghosts are in the air and I will take my brother to a drive-in drive an old convertible feel the colors everywhere and so beautyed when you're walking we don't have to be talking if you want to be alone stage plays just made me so ecstatic I dreamed trains in the attic fifty years alone like you'd go down above San Francisco sinking down over golden rows the Pacific in your hair but I'm glad that you didn't disappear, oh I really need you here right now and I need you everywhere and I'm ecstatic! and I'm feeling hypomanic! got to run up to the attic and I've got to write a play and every single line shall be a scripture I'll call it my life in pictures I'll call it my life in flames and maybe I'd go to Mallorca just to speak Spanish for you work at a seaside hotel, serve tourists in the sun and maybe I'd go to Madeira just to see how you dreamed drink bottles of sweet red wine and lie on the beach in the moon and maybe I just wanna go all over the world with you let's go down to Istanbul, go bowling in the rain I know that you're the bottles on a sun-swept ship in the Moroccan sea, and you'll never be the same and the Comedian is standing in his mansion there's no pictures in the bathroom the kitchen isn't there he's burning all his movies he says "you know, I'm gonna die just like Vincent van Gogh, but no one will ever care" but now Lord, I've got this magic feeling and now I feel I'm reeling and I cannot explain I've got to write another song for fiction I'll call it my life in pictures I'll call it my life in flames and I dream one day I'll feel everything at once and I'll burst right through these 7 walls and the moon will be my love and I will give her all the things I feel right now and I'll tame her sadness on me but it will never be enough and I will be the ocean stretched out wide beneath her and I'll drink up her reflection but it will never be enough and now I've seen the secret colors know I'll never be the same I've got to live a life in pictures I've got to live a life in flames
10.
somewhere, on a desert island is where you will always find me somenight, lost at sleep or waving from the stairs up to an airplane sinking down below a sea lane wishing I could watch your dream and I will wait for you through the snow and I'll leave all the lights on in windows to know that I'll wait up until you're with me and I will wait for you long lost at sleep all winter we watched the holidays outside and all of our neighbors brought animals to ride I tied flowers out to the sea for you, nineteen years lost at sleep show me the part that I still believe that you'll come back long lost at sleep show me the part, that I still believe and show me the heart of the moon and the sea
11.
Goodnight AM 03:29
and your brother takes his ping-pong table from the living room and your mother takes her alcohol and pills up to her room and your first suicide, astride a horse, a ghost somewhere in Spain but San Francisco, little sister oh, no waiting for the train and you turn around on the underground and take a photograph and you play her a song to try and say but how could she know that? and a sad little girl waits away for a time to run away and her mind is gone so you run away to a school somewhere near Spain where your headmistress killed her love with a .32 in the rain there is blood beneath the covers, little cuts across your brain and sometimes you can fly but only if you scream so you feel the cars around your heart come crashing down again find yourself some hopeless eunuch movie star on an island in the snow he'll probably write some songs about you, 'till he doesn't care anymore, you know like the Korean one, that Polish poet who always used to write and you still loved his work, just like you always loved mine and if you always loved me, I guess I should understand Polish poets, writing novels, you fill their eyes full of sand and if you always loved me, I guess I should understand Polish poets, writing novels You fill their eyes full of sand.
12.
I saw an old friend of mine on the street the other day I thought that he'd already died or maybe just faded away he'd taken over a local newspaper when he was 17 now he lives on a Ferris wheel in the middle of the sea ain't that just the way it always goes you wake up and he's still wearing her clothes seems like the only ones who ever lose are the people who give themselves up to the Moon my sister ran away from home when she was only three now she lives on a pirate ship and they call her the queen of the Sea I passed my sister walking down the street the other day I hadn't seen her in 23 years we both had nothing to say well the I spent the winter waiting for a lover in Marseilles that time those boys tried to take all your things and I gave them all away and if I said I loved you then, that dreams would never end at least they'll always remember each night that I was a fisherman's friend seems somehow that things always fall through but you've never felt as good as when he's inside of you seems like the only ones who ever lose are the people who give themselves up to the Moon there's a Japanese man living under the Sea looking for his dead wife in a red submarine the shape of your reflection is all I can see for you are the Moon, and I am the Sea well once I fell in love with a girl with a name like the shape of the Moon and we ran on through the moonlight think it was February or June she wore a moonstone necklace, each night we danced out into the streets but now she loves another and I call myself the Sea somedays I wish we'd just grow wings and fly but she's going away next weekend if you wanna come by if we were in a movie, they'd call it "Hearts in the Fire" instead of a couple of married guys in Eastern Ohio there's a Japanese man living under the Sea looking for his dead wife in a red submarine the shape of your reflection is all I can see for you are the Moon and I am the Sea and sat last night in an orange Chinese with two stoned girls drunk in love and I know that you're friends with the one on the left and you're still all that I'm thinking of you know those waterdogs, falling down waterfalls you know they just wanna fall I can hear 'em call can you hear 'em call? there's a Japanese man living under the Sea looking for his dead wife in a red submarine the shape of your reflection is all I can see for you are the Moon, and I am the Sea

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"Full of whimsical, captivating, magical songwriting and ideas, its a bit like a musical version of a Wes Anderson Film." -Lake Affected

"Like an oversized blanket on a winter morning- allow the sonic comfort to engulf you." -Guard Dog Records

"This is an album almost anyone could like." -Issues Magazine

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released May 28, 2021

Ciat Conlin as Herbert Dirt & The Narrator
vocals, theremin, electric guitar, electric mandolin, tenor ukulele, acoustic guitar, Hammond organ, piano jouet, metallophone, jingle bells, kazoo, mandolin, banjolele, tambourine, melodica, cymbals, legs, thunderbox, harmonica

Irene Tournas as The Band
fiddle

Clancy Conlin as My Brother
acoustic guitar

Alex Karsavin as Moira Penelope
David Leo Sirois as The Poet
Daniel Gunn as Samuel Proust

horns by Kelly O'Donohue; whistling by the Moron Tab & Apple Corps

all songs written, produced, and recorded by Ciat Conlin at Micknati Supply, june-september 2020, except:
"Lost at Sleep," recorded at Rue Ramus, 2015
"Goodnight AM," recorded live at Palookaville, 2017

mixed and by mastered by Greg Hanson at Greg Hanson Music

for Moira--
"19 years lost at sleep, I want to watch you dream. 8, place?"

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For a long time I lived at the top of a secret staircase, and each night I would go there to dream.

Distributed by Micknati Supply, Cape Cod

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