The Smoking Mirror

by Watershed Drag

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released October 18, 2012

Photo taken by CF at the Griffith Observatory in Los Angeles. It depicts the Astronomers' Monument, though he harbors the secret belief that it is the entrance to a yet undiscovered Illuminati stronghold.

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Watershed Drag Edinboro, Pennsylvania

Amy Fehrenbach - Nylon String Acoustic Guitar, Banjo, Flute, Trombone, Upright Bass, Vocals

Cam Ferranti - Electric Guitar, Electric Bass, Steel & Nylon Acoustic Guitar, Piano/Organ/Synthesizers, Percussion, Vocals

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Track Name: Transmissions from the Yaak
vinyl complexes feed lust and blood grieveance
sudden backlash crinkle notebook prowess
agree, abhor, wince
sold to the highest bidder for another swill of gin
though he was shocked, felt soon equipped
acclimated and fell in

under canopy marooned
no way out
screaming arbor bloom
no way out

it feels a bit like falling, floating
I feel like being lost and somewhere
day by day joining broken clod
I have lived till now almost sum and whole
Track Name: Pronouns
You said you think you want me,
but what you need is something more.
You said you think you should leave,
but you couldn't find the door.

Let's not go on like this
Act like I don't know
that the sun will set
again

You said you think you've lost me,
but I've lost me, too, so I can't be sure.
You said you think I'm hard to read,
but that's just of my allure.

Let's not go on like this
Act like I don't know
that the sun will set
again

You said you think that I need someone
to remind me what is real,
but could I go on like this?
or should I break the seal?

I think it's time.
I think it's time.
I think it's time.
I think it's time that I
think it's time that I
think it's time
It's time,
It's time,
It's time.

I think you think you love me,
but I never want to know.
I think you think you'll miss me,
so I think that I should go.
Track Name: Corona
In the shadow of this reactionary abyss I find I'm dying
In harmony to coronal storms in bloom theres nothing left that is
Weathered a storm of fists and words I find eclipsing
The melody to successive widening rooms fills me with dread

La, La

Swa mec gelome laðgeteonan
þreatedon þearle. Ic him þenode
deoran sweorde, swa hit gedefe wæs.
Næs hie ðære fylle gefean hæfdon,
manfordædlan, þæt hie me þegon,
symbel ymbsæton sægrunde neah;
ac on mergenne mecum wunde be
yðlafe uppe lægon,sweordum aswefede...

In the shadow of this reactionary abyss I find I'm dying
In harmony to coronal storms in bloom theres nothing left that is so tangible
Track Name: Tesseract
What's evident is nothing less that what berates me
Each inch of time, scar of mine
flip to the outside
Track Name: Polyrhythm
Sentimental heartstring, do the metronome
uptempo the meter shows
don't take rhythm away from me
backpedal your love like the undertow
uptempo the meter shows
resolution bring me health and life and love and I forsee...

Pretty baby, hold steady, I'm out of my mind and in yours already
wonderlust is something such that both your mind and soul can touch
through the leaves and after hours
deep inside the orchid flower
pretty eyes and red romance
so much to give so much to chance

Shredded little red dress on another note
up river the toxins go
please dont take my downbeat away from me
upstroke, downstroke to the beat you know
on the 5 the meter shows
polyrhythm love song deep inside and a part of me
Track Name: The One with the Mud
This paradise a night easily broken
you and I floating on the surface
silt and broken limbs nimbly bob beside us
will the vines take me away from you
it lurks subtly and justly fawning
making places under verdant awnings
so take my hand while we float a while
in the muck of this strange wilderness

calm, baby, and be now
this nothing is something of you and me
the willows fall out
while we sink in the soft warm deep

this paradise the light so softly broken
holding you underneath the ocean
so sink and swim and falter with me
hold me violent in the soft green

calm, baby, and be now
this nothing is something of you and me
the willows fall out
while we sink in the soft warm deep
Track Name: The Name
In the dead of winter
I sometimes wonder for the streams in the trees
And though I've gone now
I often find I've come back

I can still feel the dirt in the lines of my hand
consious and unwavering and fluent and fierce
and the weight of its silence collecting
captivating, dismissive
oak and stone
we feel

To speak of the gods of men is to speak of men themselves
strange to imagine and artist concerned only with a small corner of the page
larger more terrible forces rumble here and the ether
screams their names into forever
irrational numbers and cacophony aumuse the oblique
acute drones rattle off strings and Klein bottles like numbers themselves

In the dead of winter
I sometimes wonder for the streams in the trees
And though I've gone now
I often find I've come back

Seldom compromised
vacuum between the lines
sacred parallel
teardrops in a well

Clay forms pots
but on their hollowness their use depends
but I don't care to speak about it
Track Name: Transmissions from the Yaak (Pt. 2)
Walking backward through the leaves
My breath is stale as it leaves me

I want to watch the mountains grow

Wished run out or run amok
reluctant now to reconstruct
centuries of flowers taught us honey doesn't spoil
reluctant now to reconstruct

gnashing tepid dervish signal fading

wrap it up in tape and lies
hide it from the shame that I wrought it from with you
And I thought it through by candlelight
scratched in ink on crumpled pages
smudged in sweat on steaming stages
fell apart in salt and lye
wrap me up in tape and lies

under canopy marooned
I want to watch the mountains grow
screaming arbor bloom
I want to watch the mountains grow
Track Name: History
My hair is made of straw
My skin is made of leather
My teeth are made of river rocks
My eyes are orbs of weather

My hands are made of spider webs
My ribs are made of brass
My lungs are made of moth cocoons
My fingernails are glass

What I am is what I've done
What I've seen and who I've loved
What I am is where I've been
Where I've stopped and begun again

My spine is made of ivy
My lips are made of clay
My legs are made of bamboo shoots
My breath, the ocean's spray

My strength is made of knowledge
My weakness, ignorance
My wisdom came from heartache
My folly, from the same

What I am is what I've done
What I've seen and who I've loved
What I am is where I've been
Where I've stopped and begun again

What I am is what I seem
What I do and the the things that I dream
What I am is what I'll be:
Carbon, Water, and History.

History.