Notes and Letters, 1891

by Jaron Eldon

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Recorded here and there and off and on in a garage and two living rooms. We made up the rule that all the instruments played on this album had to actually exist in 1891. Hence the distinct lack of bass. Oh how we want an upright bass...

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released February 6, 2010

Stephen Cope produced this.
Jaron watched as he pushed buttons.
Ciarra occasionally watched Jaron as he watched Stephen push buttons, but she also did some button pushing herself.
Sarah Callies is responsible for all of these beautiful photographs. ( www.flickr.com/photos/_sarah_anne_/ )

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Track Name: The New York Shore (Care of Room No. 31)
I've been having walks
Down by the dock
These nights
The fourth ward never grows quiet

I've moved away from the killing grounds
White Chapel's sleeping safe and sound
Across the sea
Away from me

Mary Jane's gone and I'm moving on
Mary Jane's gone and I'm moving on

I'm still looking for an answer
I'm still looking for a cure
On the New York shore

I never liked what became of me
Fate turned me into a celebrity
I'm a dying man
But I have a plan

I'll take you apart
I'll turn you into art
And take what I need
To find out what's wrong with me

Mary Jane's gone and I'm moving on
Mary Jane's gone and I'm moving on

I'm still looking for an answer
I'm still looking for a cure
On the New York shore

I'm writing this letter from
Room number thirty-one
And I've killed another one
So you'd better come quick
Track Name: My Sunday Best
I took your notes and burned them
I tore the pages and threw them away
I'm not gonna need them
Not when you're too afraid to stay

Nothing goes as planned
It all gets torn to pieces
Nothing goes as planned
Though sometimes you can't see it
Put them back together

I took my suit out of the closet
The one I thought I'd never wear again
I put my roses on her casket
My heart was empty even then

Nothing goes as planned
It all gets torn to pieces
Nothing goes as planned
Though sometimes you can't see it
Put them back together

I check the days off as they slip away
I see my pages going blank
With all these people who have bothered to stay
Maybe I can hope for roses on my grave

Nothing goes as planned
It all gets torn to pieces
Nothing goes as planned
Though sometimes you can't see it
Put them... BOOM CRASH BANG
Track Name: Dear Maria
With her nose in a book
And her head in the clouds
A cool breeze would carry her into town
And she'll pass me by
Almost every day
But I never know what to say

Dear Maria
Will I see you again?
You're everything I need
Dear Maria
Will I see you again?
You'll never let me be
Dear Maria
You belong to me

My head in a daze
And her books on the shelf
I quietly call out for help
And she reaches up
Oh so carefully
And I see on her finger, a ring

Dear Maria
Will I see you again?
You're everything I need
Dear Maria
Will I see you again?
You'll never let me be
Dear Maria
You belong to me

With my hands in the dirt
And sweat on my brow
I lower her gently into the ground
And she'll sleep now
Peaceful from hereon
And I'll join her soon, with the dawn

Dear Maria
Will I see you again?
You're everything I need
Dear Maria
Will I see you again?
You'll never let me be
Dear Maria
You belong to me
Track Name: Letters to the Dead
He sits at his desk every night
And he burns the candle from both sides
He spends every day, filling the pages
With the mistakes that he's made

Writing letters to the dead
Letters that never get read

He writes of how he's learned from the past
And he's got so many questions to ask them
They could start again, he'd make up for all his sins
If he only knew where to begin

Writing letters to the dead
Letters that never get read

Every night I can see
All the loves I've burned away
They never answer me, try as I might
But I'll always write

These letters to the dead
Letters that never get read
Track Name: Black River
Sitting at the top of a pillowy cloud
A girl waits for the boy
And watches as the letters she wrote to her love
Are torn apart and destroyed

Standing underneath a pillar of smoke
I wait for you my dear
And watch as all the plans and dreams we had
Slowly disappear

Black River's burning
And you're turning into someone else
Black River's burning
Burning
Black River's burning
And you're turning into someone else
Black River's burning
Burning