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A Gift For Saint Cecilia

by ilyAIMY

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I know I should not leave something's caught me by the collar but oh what a kiss could mean it's departure with a promise My fellow passengers are discontent the FAA has much to say it's too much baggage anyway Pull me out of line and have your way with me Throw me back again I am no danger after all It's what you get for looking out of place and seeming, well hell, OH so excited before dawn And if I look like something other than I am I can't bitch about delays I know I should not leave this girl has caught me with her Je n'ai sais quoi but I know well what want could mean it's going to be a long HARD departure A harder landing still the pilot has apologies I can't hear him for the racing of my heart They nearly lynched me on the plane for speaking out of turn I must've muttered something about God. But really who could blame me now as the light exploded round it's what you get for flying late for dawn and if I look like something other than I am I can't bitch about delays. The day is coming once again And people sit and rage I haven't cared in years for what they think Fingers claw upon the clocks as they try to stretch the time with surgery and perjury and God I'm so sorry sweetness but I booked this years ago and I am leaving in the morning for my fight I've got too much on my mind and now there's someone on my lips You must be crazy to be ready for my life Oh how I hate to be late! Now I know I need to leave cause something's caught me by the conscience It's dead of fall and 90 where I'm going Christmas won't find Texas and back home I hear it's snowing Give me back to trains these DCs take their toll on me I swear to you that I won't make a fuss Clinging beasts of steel and concrete did you feel the want of it for me? yeah, I know you felt the heat And if I look like something other than I am Won't you please excuse the dust and pardon all my mess these trains they aren't like planes they will let me board regardless of the fireworks exploding in my chest So hold me in the station I'm no danger after all yeah kiss me like it's snowing and they won't let us take off I'm talking trusting, slow and sweet and I won't bitch about delays. ©2008 rob hinkal
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Protest Song 04:57
I’m so sorry I hear you have a cause again To skip school and act the part And max your card out on red paint and cigarettes Wound up and wounded Your voice should be hoarse by noon Your friends will be high by 3 But I’m sure your cause will be heard 5x5 by 5 And what was I ever going to be If I’m satisfied I’m stupid And what was ever going to please me? If you’re not angry you’re not listening How did I ever get born between the signs? My God is mitichlorians now X just ain’t divisible by me. And I’m so sorry I hear that you’re pissed again I heard from a friend of a friend who read it on your journal And you’re angry when it’s read And you’re angry when it’s not You’re just fighting in this war But you’re angry that it’s fought my friend I’m trying to be kind And what was I ever going to be If I’m satisfied I’m stupid And what was ever going to please me? If you’re not angry you’re not listening How did I ever get born between the signs? Give peace a chance now X ain’t divisible by me. And if they don’t buy what you’re selling now Don’t come crying back to me I said songs should be true from the get-go But what you are selling now It’s girl-power and rage from a child in the suburbs Crying cause things Don’t go your way Crying cause things Don’t go your way Oh - I’m so sorry I just get a bit stressed Drinking didn’t solve it I’m too scared for pot coffee makes me crazy but there’s something to be said for that I don’t get what you’re getting And I don’t want what you’ve got I don’t care what you’re selling and I don’t need what you’ve sought Out side there’s something beautiful Outside there’s something kind But I’d forgotten what I’m doing here In the midst of all your yelling So despite my Love for RPGs Despite my Love for you I’m sorry but sick of all these games We’re playing And what were we ever going to be If you’re satisfied you’re stupid And what was ever going to please us? If you’re not angry then you’re not listening And how did I get born between the signs No child left behind now X just ain’t divisible by me. © 2008 rob hinkal.
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Been five years since I said for better or for worse, and two years since the fields have born anything but dirt. How can love stay green when the fields won't do the same? We were worn out as the ground, the day the dust storm came. I ran for the shelter, you met me down inside. Forced so close together after all this time, it was not fear I felt, though my heart pounded with the door. Your eyes met mine like lightning. You pulled me to the floor. And your lips felt like forgiveness. And your hands went smooth for all their roughness. As the world ended above we made love, as the Holy Carpenter tried to pull the grain out the land. Honey, kiss me now before the Lord decides we could use a sand. The wind it whipped and battered, took the red right off the barn. It didn't even matter as you held me in your arms. You polished me smooth, took the blush right off my skin. No use being shy, I was once your shelter every night. And your lips felt like forgiveness And your hands went smooth for all their roughness. As the world ended above we made love as the Holy Carpenter tried to pull the grain out the land. Honey, kiss me now before the Lord decides we could use a sand. The dust it settled down, the sky went blue above us, but we stayed underground re-becoming lovers. It took a storm so wild to bury us alive, bury us alive and bring us back to life. And your lips felt like forgiveness. And your hands went smooth for all their roughness. As the world ended above, we made love. As the Holy Carpenter tried to pull the grain out the land. Honey, kiss me now before the Lord decides we could use a sand.
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Draw You In 03:04
Making angels out of paper, they fly so well in the breeze from the screen door. Hope you notice all the left-handed scissors I brought just for you. For you. And all the brand-new crayons, perfectly unstained, soldier straight in the box they came in. My humble offering. I want to draw you in. I want to draw you in. Hope it’s not too obvious, all the red construction paper Laid out on the table and held down with paint jars. But if I’m bold it’s only ‘cause until this, I’ve been holding together with popsicle sticks, Clear tape and paperclips in the back, where you can’t see. I want to draw you in. I want to draw you in to me. Paper cut upon my hand, got careless with my art. This heart is like a teardrop folded, but you’re opening me up. You’re opening me up. © Heather Aubrey Lloyd
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Trouble 06:16
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.
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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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Hands 04:48
These are my hands I have scarred them all on my own. and I I have seen them fighting battles out on their own I try to mind them I am firm but kind they are my children my threatened kin I try to mind them they are silent about where they've been these are your wounds and I am not a healer mix peroxide and salt you know just wash it out watch your mouth I'm crawling back towards your shore you know confusion my hands are birds they've lost their focus floating useless upon my sides with my strength I've been ruthless but the truth won't find me here. it was fatal deeply hidden the blood on my hands she insists it all was hers under oceans I've been swimming there's saltwater deep within my head it was fetal deeply hidden the blood upon my hands I insist it is all my own under mountains I've been digging there's earth caked thick beneath my nails maybe thoughtless that I am I am pretentious but I do not stab I do not skewer the blood upon my hands it is all my own maybe thoughtless that I am I am pretentious but I do not stab I do not skewer the blood upon my hands it is all my own approach me with the poker held high belief in this thing is belief in steel my hands are monsters I hold them high cut them off they have their voices children's voices held up high up in the sky angels chide them "My hands are innocent" or so they cry. maybe thoughtless that I am I am pretentious but I do not stab I do not skewer the blood upon my hands it is all my own maybe thoughtless that I am I am pretentious but I do not stab I do not skewer the blood upon my hands it is all my own. ©2000 rob hinkal
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Baliset 04:00
I’m headed for the rocks again Silent all the way Oh to go my mother’s way Screaming all the while By now I know I’ll take anything Any given chance My fear is I’ll take everything and leave no one left standing But Oh my queen my wife You won’t get a piece of me Though I will come for you Just as they’ll come for me My sihaya sihaya To crown or kill me And I’ll bear you to the rocks again Belittled all the way Oh to go my cousin’s way Kill after kill after kill But I keep my teeth unto myself Keep my weapons clean Stil you’ll throw me to the sands for this And run my children to the ground. But Oh my queen my wife You won’t get a piece of me and I will come for you Just as they’ll come for me My sihaya sihaya To crown or kill me Damn what I won’t do Damn what I won’t say to you I won’t tell you how it ends Or who abandons you Just damn what they will do to you So I’ll bear you to the killing fields And place you on the line I’ll dig your hole myself my friend Just like I’ve always done And when my war is through with you Had its way as I I’ll shed my tears for the way it died And wash my hands of you And oh my Love my Life You’ll have what is left of me I will come with you After they’re done with me My sihaya sihaya To have and hold me. © 2009 rob hinkal
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No Blue Left 02:39
There is no blue left in your eyes The space between us shrank like your irises When I was once miraculous Held so high, I was afraid All the sharp things … And I lost my faith Broke what I gave There is no blue left in your eyes I lost it all, and now they will not rise To meet mine. I could say sorry a thousand times Still leave you unsatisfied Still leave me crying Still leave me crying There is no blue there in his eyes Lovely man though he is. I try so hard not to compare, But still how strange to search my lover’s face And fail to find you there. Still how strange to search my lover’s face And fail to find you there. © Heather Aubrey Lloyd
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Ask For Me 06:05
If you go down to the bar, looking for a love song, They tell you I’m the one you need to see. So, come here to my corner, pop a quarter in my heart, They were right when they told you to ask for me. ‘Cause you been working hard all day - just let me ease your mind. And honey, I’ll be singing ‘til three. But when they say last call, you don’t have to go home. Think I’ve got a song left in me. (chorus) So, if you want me, don’t you dare let me go. Don’t make it harder than it has to be. ‘Cause I am yours for the asking. I am yours for the asking. I am yours, so come on and ask for me. ‘Cause I been broken down, and I’ve been tired, But you set me back on fire. And I bet you and I could find the melody. I’ve lost all that I’ve loved, and if there is a God above, Maybe I can’t, but you could ask for me. (chorus) (bridge) So, if you go down to the bar, looking for a love song, I tell you I’m the only one you need. (chorus) So, come on. Come on. © Heather Aubrey Lloyd
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LooseN 05:41
I think we proved it my guitar sounds better in the dark like our faces, all floating souls protected I think we think better in the dark. all narcotic all soaking I'm spoiled by your fingers pray let me spoil you with mine I will be soo kind fingers pressing it's the tension of attention shame to let this want go all to waste and let the have-nots have too soon yeah, let my fingers do the walking yeah, I ripped that off give me time and that's not all that I'll be ripping off this isn't all that I am thinking i just let my body speak first it's the forefront of hindbrain it's the loudest of all my parts under cover of my sorrow I'll get it all and strike it down I've come to you for holding please let me, please let me in And I'd write Love songs if I would you know like Brian would I'd compare you to a summer's day If I thought cliches but I'll hold you up in darkness light the night with all your flame if you let me I'm gonna take everything that I can serenade this blank brick wall again the edge is blurring the morning sun is here, the morning sun is here and it is burning time for me to be turning home again thank you for the time that you have loosed to me in spite of me all I can say is at least it's me you'd not know the thoughts here churning but I'm in the habit of spreading my mouth oh so wide not like I'd kiss and tell but what the Hell I'll simply kiss and stand and sing and I'd write Love songs if I could you know I swear I would but I'm so angry everyday I'm never done fighting everything you are building wings up from my ribs I'll give you everything that you need fill my feathers with blue gas heat I'll kill the lights and watch them shining I'll watch you shining I think we proved it all my words sound better in the dark that way you can not see all of what is leaving me I'm open innocent, eyes so wide and that's a rarity I'm catching light, I'm trying to make it till the daylight strikes speak to me of Germany, speak to me of your fights I'm pinned down here in the Christmas lights I'm pinned down here in your eyes I'm getting Looser in my thinking you're getting cooler every night I'll play the game until it's ended If I could take everything you know I just might. and I'd write Love songs if I could you know I swear I would but I'm so firghtened everyday II'm never done running from everything you're building wings up from my ribs I'll give you everything that you need my bones my breath my teeth I'll write Love songs if you please... to keep you shining, I'll keep you shining. ©2000 rob hinkal
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You fell for a girl fell for wanderlust first. Devil in the spirit that’s blessing and curse. Makes the holding sweeter, makes it hard to hold on, But can you love a girl gone so long? Can you love a girl gone so long? She got a soft shoulder, she got a hard eye. Fix a trucker on his side of the broken white line, But sleeps like it was the backseat home in your arms. Can you love a girl gone so long? Can you love a girl gone so long? (chorus) Are you man enough to miss her, Stay true when you can’t kiss her for three weeks on the road? Waiting at the gate with a love so strong, makes her want to stay Though she knows, though she knows, gotta be moving on. Can you love a girl gone so long? Won’t call home every night, but when she does, She’ll warm your heart, quicken your blood. Sends post cards, but knows where she belongs. Can you love a girl gone so long? Can you love a girl gone so long? Do her wrong she’ll change her route. Her hour layover will lay you out, But be quick, confess that you were wrong, And you can love a girl gone so long. You can love a girl gone so long. (chorus) © Heather Aubrey Lloyd
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rearview 03:40
I picked up a new rear view today to help put this behind me and now I watch things fall away and vanish to a point the sun settles round like a halo going down and even faces vanish in silver glass and tarnish my memories they drain away... oh KEEP ME KEEP ME please never abandon me oh say that you Love me say that you Love me for my it's so sweet how cheap they come with free adhesive and brand new perspective I'm amazed at the Lives I can buy for 19.95 but the finest angle and the finest light points to the backseat where I have been hiding I'm so sick of smiling And I've been showing my teeth for all the wrong reasons. oh KEEP ME KEEP ME please never abandon me oh say that you Love me say that you Love me for my body always lies we excuse our hands crossing lines they are miscreant to say the least but what you say is what you are in the moment and in the now don't write it down and don't lie back I want you eye to eye to eye to eye. eye to eye to eye to eye. the only way to sharpen some things is to break them you can grind and grind and grind and grind and never reach the point so the glass met asphalt with a vengeance and look at me I'm the holder of a thousand bloody points of view and I just keep smiling. oh KEEP ME KEEP ME please never abandon me oh say that you Love me say that you Love me for my self.

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"A Gift For Saint Cecilia" is the 2009 studio release by ilyAIMY. Recorded by Matthew Polonchak of the band Transcendent Third at the studios at the University of Maryland, Baltimore Campus in Catonsville, MD - it captures some of ilyAIMY's finest songs, spanning the whole i love you And I Miss You gamut from Love to hate and everything in between. There is country and metal and traditional folk and a little taste of bluegrass - all the flavours that still swirl into ilyAIMY's post-folk sound. Matt was chosen by the band to record the album because of his exquisite ear, and because he's been a fan of the band for years and therefore is uniquely qualified to capture the band's sound.

"A Gift For Saint Cecilia" brings a couple of new colours to the band's acoustic palette - Kristen Jones (Pan Masters, 50 Man Machine) guests on cello for two tracks and percussionist Rowan Corbett (ilyAIMY, Tinsmith, Carolina Chocolate Drops, Rhiannon Giddens) branches out from Irish bones and African djembe to add a bodhran track to "Protest Song"

As always, ilyAIMY's vocalist and guitarist rob Hinkal created the cover art for the CDs jacket, completing the mood of the piece as a whole, depicting Saint Cecilia perpetrating grand schemes with ilyAIMY's rabbit army, in preparation for what will no doubt be a world-shaking revolution.

Note: this album also contains a cover of "We Can Work It Out" - only available if you purchase the physical disc at squareup.com/market/ilyaimy/a-gift-for-saint-cecilia

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released August 1, 2009

rob Hinkal - guitar, bass, vocals
Heather Lloyd - vocals, guitar, djembe
Rowan Corbett - percussion, vocals
Sharif Kelogg - piano, bass
Kristen Jones - cello (on Baliset & No Blue Left)

Engineered, mixed & mastered by Matthew Polonchak of Transcendent Third (t3music.com).

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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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