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Between Lover and Twilight

by ilyAIMY

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Allergy 03:59
All this scratching has been getting me nowhere thick skin etching getting me high thick skin blisters and the blisters bled no-one's listening so no-one is fed up finger finds purchase and the paw's got to dig tunnel down deep till all you see is what you did gotta have an allergy to the world today only way to explicate what's been crossing my head mile by mile we march man by man we conquer rabbit army rises rage and armour all this itching has been getting me nowhere all this wretching just a little rabbit cough thick skin shivers and blisters soft but digging hardens paws and the feeling falls right off the tunnel taught me all of everything that it ought to tunnel tunnels vision most efficiently gotta have an allergy to feeling anything at all today gotta have a thick skin thick skin thick thick thick mile by mile we march man by man we conquer rabbit army rises rage and armour someone was whining about the price of gas today someone was whining about their twin SUVs yesterday I remember 9/11 someone caught solidarity gave blood gave Love gave cash gave thanks but I remember 9/23 suffering back to normalcy he blamed Hussein the gays and the gas tax yeah - like that makes sense to me all this bitching's been getting me nowhere all this rubbing has been getting me high it shouldn't be coming as any great think my thick skin is thinning the blisters weep breaking me in that's best done swiftly breaking me down that could take some time breaking out somewhere that's what I've been thinking killing them quickly never crossed my mind mile by mile we march man by man we conquer rabbit army rises rage and armour ©2006 rob hinkal
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this city is built on the ashes of rats you can grind them underfoot if you wish thanks for the warning but I think I'll stay I sit back and sprawl and stare at it all a curtain in breeze it blocks me I turn away from the window with its lights and its gutters the city screams and she mutters you turn over sleeping you're catching light in a different way seems I spend so much time just facing this wall I don't know what I suppose this wall should do Bearclaw dreams of saints in the city waiting Bearclaw dreams of strength she dreams up something better Baltimore is built on the bones of rats you can crack them underfoot if you wish thanks for the warning but I think I'll just stand here I sit back and sprawl and stare at the stars with my hand on your back without feeling did I stand too tall? did I stand too firm? did I listen to you? did I listen to you at all? on a night like tonight between thunder and light North Ave is a war zone the cops clean up when the shooting stops on street level it's dog-eat-dog but on the third floor we hoped and we prayed we prayed for something better. did I stand too tall? did I stand too firm? did I listen to you? did I listen to you at all? Bearclaw dreams of strength in the city waning Bearclaw dreams of saints she dreams up something better © rob hinkal.
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I am not mortar, I am mortal, A force of destruction about as cordial as a wreckingball. A kiss like breaking brick, that sickening feeling in your stomach. Came seeking shelter and found a splintered white picket. A product of my raising, build it and they will come praying for restoration, but I am no cathedral. just broken and stained glass, They say, have faith, and refuse to panic. I don't want to be faithless! I don't want to be. You dug this foundation by hand, But it will be your grave - if you let it. You can still leave this place, Let this hole just fill up with rain until there's nothing left of it all . No, I am not the home you hoped for - I am the wreckingball. You said the ground was solid here, I felt sand beneath me slipping, And even as you lost your footing You still promised spires And strong stone arches, columns of marble, But I swear it's most beautiful when it's on fire. chorus How lovely the façade, Such beautiful artistry. And isn't a passionate lie Kind of like honesty? And I want to believe. So tell me again: It's not settling. It's not settling chorus © Heather Lloyd.
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Drift 05:34
Please don't fear for me I'll get there snow or no With a cure or with a blow to end it all This steed Is trusted by me I never learned to navigate such drifts But blindness it is bliss And my Love please don't forget I'm a creature of such willful ignorance Please don't kick Please don't fight Please don't leave my sight. Hush Don't run from me I know what you've been honing It takes skill to be alone on Christmas Eve Oh My wreath Poisonous and wild My crazy one my bitter child I've been trained on pain and though it's draining I think you might be worth the games you play Please don't kick Please don't fight Please don't leave my side. Sensuous and sly You deemed me worth the night Hair and skin and fingers in The pain the grin the cramp and then The freezing dawn I couldn't save you I don't know if I could turn the key again. I don't know that I could turn the key again. Please don't kick Please don't fight Please don't leave my sight. Please don't fear for me I'll get there snow or no With a kiss or with your wish to end it all This deed Goes untrusted by me I never learned to navigate such drifts But blindness it is bliss And my Love please don't forget I'm a creature of such willful ignorance Sensuous and sly Lovely until light Reddened eyes and hidden skin Longing gaze and flight and then The freezing dawn I couldn't see you I don't know that I should turn the key again. ©2006 rob hinkal
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Massacre 00:26
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Trouble 05:00
The snow came fast After all these lies and tired skies She sent poetry and ice and all the while it blocks the roads and drives me crazy. not fast enough slip and skid and sit and fall and taste me in your mouth don't think too much I'll drive you crazy And the snow would snap and vanish And sleet upon the flame You know we're reflex and we're passion though we're trying to stay away and oh how slow will all this burn me when you've tired of your game it drives me crazy so lay down all your arms and show those marks upon your back and lay down cross your arms and hide your scars from me and laugh we're shoving static at each other and you know we're mutilating facts you know the weather looks so good when you pass and wait and keep your home from me I'd burn it down For the noise and all it's beauty Just to see If you were beautiful when angry And I think you are I'll give you time I'll be leaving in the sun when the road is clear I'll just pretend I never feared you and I'll lie and say we're fine just give me space it's not a complicated question I've dumped money in this engine and dreams upon your fire so let it burn let them say it's crazy. and wait just wait and leave your home for me we'll burn it down For the noise and all it's beauty Burn it down cause you're beautiful when angry I think you are and I drive you crazy. © 2007 rob hinkal
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Matador 04:31
I am a matador, my mother told me so She brought the message to me all the way from San Francisco She said, "Hold this cloak tight in your hands, you're destined for achievement. With it cut a swath through life and your path into the pavement." I don't want to say I've lost my faith in swords and capes, but my blood is just as red and this matador is weary of winding and sweeping in every direction, all this is just distraction not real protection from the weakness inside. This mirrored armor reflects the smiles of those who come to see, But I'm not so sure as they who the casualty is supposed to be If I never fight the fight the outcome can stay mystery If you never were you always could have been and I owe nothing to history. Can't this battle wait for later, maybe never, never's better, never's safer I don't want to work this hard forever I can omit, it's not an error, but the fairer of two choices that are mine, not yours, to make. Why try when effort begets more of the same? Every day a new beast to fight to preserve my name. What if I refuse, would horns still cut me and once cheering hands abuse? I am a matador, my mother told me so But how many bulls must I fight before I am allowed to go? With every win my reputation only spreads and grows, But one day I will miss a step and fall beneath the horns. ©2002 heather lloyd
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You know in my heart, you're a stowaway and though I've sent in the dogs, I can't seem to make you go away, In spite of all of the floods. And I've asked Poseidon to find him who's hiding safe on my last vintage of hope - a drug deeper than water held in something that floats. And you are a barrel-rider - the most tenacious kind. And you are all promises, and I am all wine. Our chronicle littered with farewell dinners, you topping off my glass before we pass, before we pass. But all I taste is salt when we kiss, when we kiss the way we pass in the night the way we pass in the night we must be ships. I flashed you a signal you gave me a bow on your way through. With all our appointments it's all that we had time to do. We love our traveling, though rigging's unraveling, my canvas sails' getting torn. Though I lead the way like a mascarone*, I can't say II know where I'm going. Chorus I found your name finger-written in sand, last time I made land. And I would leave you a note, but I know it won't last. And you are a barrel-rider - the most tenacious kind, and you are all promises and I am all wine chorus *Mascarone: Spanish for the figureheads on the front of wooden sailing ships. © Heather Lloyd.
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Angels never whisper when they're drunk And they're never honest when they're sober They open up their heart when they are heartless And hide behind the ramparts when they are sober And those angels will refrain from noting beauty And they will refrain from noting harm I bet those angels remark upon my beauty The moment I am gone. So lean and whisper while I'm here Right in my good ear I'll pretend that you'll remember. Angels never know what they've been saying They have no memory or so I hear Just wings and songs and jangling keys To things and places that I'll seem to always steer away from Hunt myself something that I comprehend Something that I can lay my fingers on please Something solid and all-knowing And something that I'm controlling not something that's controlling me So please be solid while you're here And touch away all my fears I won't have faith in anything But I'll pretend that you'll remember Lea n closer And leave it in my skin Lea n closer dear And scream Lea n closer dear Find the soft spot here Yeah, hurt me if you have to Just know that I am here. I've been accused of being many things Of leaving naught but shadows in my stead Angels are soldiers all their years and sometimes I think that they forget that their kiss can drink so deep when you are high And be just a thimble when you're sober. So lean and whisper while you're here Right in my good ear Just say that you'll remember. ©2006 rob hinkal
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No-one thinks that you're a good find My friends all think that you're from Hell But I don't think that you're a bad find Though you are p rob ably from Hell We all think you're crazy And they Love to tell me so But I can't see that as a bad thing My friends say I'm crazy too But I heard you had a hard day You gave all you got to give Not everybody sees You're crazy as a good thing I've heard that you're too young But I know it's also said I act too young, no attention span I can't sit still and can't behave I'm angsty, I'm frightened I give all I've got to give I keep nothing in reserve for this Life I'm supposed to Live My Dad scared that out of me But I heard you had a hard day Not everybody sees You're crazy as a good thing Get a nice house Nice yard Nice fence They say Good job Good try Good dog No Not everybody sees My crazy as a good thing. ©2006 rob hinkal
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Simile Blue 06:08
I'm as free as a bird's wing nailed to the ground. I'm as light as a feather weighed down. Coat me in lead, I'm a statue - I will nest among the gold leaf, small and brown. Blue. Blue. Blue. They say there are lakes you can't see across. They say it's the place birds go to be lost, but I believe there's a shore and a reward for those willing to fly the course. Blue. Blue. Blue. Happy as a lark without a laugh. Boundless as the sky held inside a glass. A Pinocchio thrush wishing on a fairy star, to be real is all I ask - And blue. Blue. Blue. At night from the shelves voices in the dark tell me to stop dreaming, and learn to love what I've got, but I believe I can soar - wasn't I born for it? Or was I not? Blue. Blue. Blue. Birds fly. Birds fly. Why, oh why can't I? © Heather Lloyd.
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Sever 03:19
You push me up against a wall undress me like I was your own pants first, no hesitation, all this with our shirts still on I want to walk on out but your bedroom voice makes me just want you more and this guilty conscience seems secondary to being alone here on the floor I want to cut you on out razor your memories from my skin but I'm the one who always bleeds you don't feel anything. Please, be careful with my sinner's heart for Heaven's sake I seem impervious, but that doesn't mean that I don't still break This isn't that shiny, shrink-wrapped kind of love - we both know better - remember it's just a line: "You could wake up next to me forever." Last night I could barely breathe you with her in the other room jealousy seems hypocritical but I'm still tuned in to every moan The carpet seems oddly like splinters the walls betweeen seem paper thin I imagine your hands upon her does hers remind you of my skin? I want to figure it out where do you end and I begin because I'm the one who always needs you don't feel anything. Please, be careful with my sinner's heart for Heaven's sake I seem impervious, but that doesn't mean that I don't still break This isn't that shiny, shrink-wrapped kind of love - we both know better - remember it's just a line: "You could wake up next to me forever." - Heather Lloyd
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Choke Cherry 05:51
One more toy to take they say it will not hurt him they say they will treat him Lovingly but they stay to suck the joy from him suck it down suck it down suck it down the way you finish fruit it always leaves you hungry One more toy for the boy it's one more way to make him pay for all these things that he will never be. One more joy to take they say it will not harm her they say she will give it Lovingly they say it'll make her stronger she's giving in she's beaten back she's fucking up she's fighting back she needs a tool and she needs it now here's to uneducated labour and some help from alcohol no she don't need no time to hone him she just needs to make him strong I was born to be a weapon I was born to be a saviour I was born to be a comment on some other guy's behaviour I can run and jump and hide and climb and climb and climb One more to toy to break that thing is always screaming the telephone is off the hook with creditors and debitors and people with their dying needs You're one more toy for me to flay cause I am so much older than I ever thought I'd Live to be I was born to be a star Some bullfighting hero I'm here to save us all and I'm sorry you ever had to see me fall It's a 9mm automatic it caught 20 in the back on the run never thought a boy that young could have it never thought a boy could be so dumb you know you can empty those things in 7 seconds maybe quicker if you're faster with your finger on the trigger knowing no-one never ever need to leave this room alive spit the clip jack one in check the mirror and shoot again and shoot again I hear revolution is the answer to fight with all your might both sides have got the ammo both sides have got the right we can take it street by street slow just like a Lover every man is an oppressor every man is just a soldier lock and load for peace man it's just the fight I've always dreamed of I was born to be a falling star in the ring to save this failing world and I'm sorry yah I'm sorry you ever had to see me fall. ©2002 rob hinkal

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Until Matthew Polonchak approached us about recording the band as part of his audio engineering degree, "Between Lover & Twilight" was envisioned as a Live album. Since then it's ballooned into something bigger and tastier. Of course - ilyAIMY being ilyAIMY - every track still maintains it's Liveliness. Most songs were still recorded with few (if any) overdubs and were done in 1 or 2 takes.

The bites of banter are on-the-spot randomness. Our music is often about Love, inspired by Love - it's a labour of Love - & I think that Matthew's Love of our music shows in the studio recordings just as our Love of what we do and for our audience shows in the Live tracks... yeeeeah... Love. I hope you enjoy listening to our noise as much as we enjoy making it.

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released August 12, 2007

rob Hinkal: vocals, guitar
Heather Lloyd: vocals, guitar, percussion
Sharif Kellogg: piano, bass
Rowan Corbett: percussion, vocals

Mastered by Matthew Polonchak of Transcendent Third (t3music.com)

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ilyAIMY Baltimore, Maryland

ilyAIMY is a percussive acoustic rock animal hailing from Baltimore, MD. Mixing genres from rock to folk to soul to bluegrass; flavours as varied as jazz and hip hop curl through what is undoubtedly one of the most exciting sounds in today’s folk(ish) music scene. Instrumentation includes acoustic guitars, cello, djembe, cajon, Irish bones, keyboard, bass, drums & harmonies. ... more

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