January 2012
17 posts
Trenton Woodley of Hands Like Houses: Ground...
goldenmixtape:
nteContrary to popular belief, this interview does not contain wallabies or kangaroos, nor is there a threat of some poisonous reptile. It’s common to make such an assumption when writing about a band from Down Under. Of course, I’m referring to, Hands Like Houses – a group of experimental rock musicians who recently signed with Rise Records (From First to Last, The Early...
PRE ORDERS
So finally pre-orders for the album have gone live. http://new.merchnow.com/catalogs/hands-like-houses If you have a bit of spare change, or a mother to hassle, head online and pre-order a CD or a bundle - anything is appreciated more than you know. Our success depends on you.
The Sower
I wade through the earth, sowing my own, Bound up in discords spread in the stones, Planted deep into ready fears. Soak in these heavy rains, Break from your chrysalis beneath the clay. Though I’ll leave you behind, I’m all the while wanting To make my way home, all the while watching To see just how you’ve grown. I’m the seeds among you, I am emerald blades With other...
Watchmaker
Watchmaker, teach me the ways. I want to learn the secrets and the sciences of seconds, The methods to dull my ears to the sound. If I were a watchmaker, I’d build suspension into the springs. Hidden gears, secret faces. Undiscovered hours to keep you in. There’ll be no back, there’ll be no forth, Just us, where we are. Watchmaker, teach me the workings. I want to learn the...
One Hundred
Hold your breath, baby. We have to make our hearts sit still. Hold your tongue honey, The things we know could unleash hell. Patch me up, my skin is so tight around my chest, my heart is leaping out. I feel my imagination playing like a movie in my eyes, It’s got me firmly by the sleeve. Hold your breath baby, we have to make our hearts sit still. I swear they’re beating so loud that...
Lion Skin
I wonder, can you daydream at night? Lying awake, I’ve had too much time. I’m watching picture shows in the shadows, ‘Dance for the crowd tonight.’ Imagination is such a vivid place to hide While stars watch over you. Through silent homes, the lights are out but I walk these halls The way I’ve walked before, Sleeping with saints and apparitions between the walls....
A Definition of Not-Leaving
I wish I’d just stood and let the sun creep through me. Instead of my attempts to build slingshots, spools and sinkers to bring in the sky. Inventions out of sticks and stones, a crown dusted off from beneath the bones. A white liar, protector of our hearts and homes. Stay, don’t go, I’ll eat you up, I love you so. I want you to follow and find me, Howl like its us and no-one...
A Clown And His Pipe
There’s better ways for us to waste our days, Than returning stares that we borrowed for too long. For too long, swallowed up by an empty page. What starvation feeds you, devourer Of the words of a thousand authors and poets, alike? Wells have emptied to whet your thirst, So I’ll shake out to the last, a drop of fluency To carve ink into these precious words, To dedicate a thought in...
Starving To Death In The Belly Of A Whale
There’s no injection for this, the aching in your lungs. So bite down, but even vipers mind the venom lacing their tongues. Puncture wounds and almost no colour in our skin. And we smashed every vial of the cure. Aren’t we vicious when we’re backed against the wall? I wish you’d just passed me by and we went about our ways, Instead of this bitter exchange of poisonous...
Spineless Crow
Streets, these visions, an origami city folding in. Construction, creation, we are architects and kings, Lifting street stones from their beds to build these homes from memory, As we’re tangled in our sleep. We were young together, but I’ve grown ancient. Cracked and weathered and filled with regret, Waiting to sink, rushing to sink in my sleep. The realisation sinks in through the...
This Ain't No Place For Animals
The gasoline is mixing with the oxygen. In this carousel, the silence is so surreal. I’ve been misled through empty streets to the heart that never beats Of a body that I can’t keep. We’re blessed with these horrors for highways. This city turns, no longer content to just brush shoulders. Have we lost our touch? A light goes on. We throw our blankets aside. It’s been hours now and we still know...
Don't Look Now, I'm Being Followed. Act Normal.
Is this the edge of the world? We chased the horizon down ‘til it hung beneath our feet. Now I’m drifting blind. All I know is we can’t move closer. I’ve never seen the lights of the north, The constellations are so unfamiliar. We followed far, as far as this machinery takes us, To some imaginary place where the compass shifts And our lips drift to our cheeks. Is this the edge of the world? All I...
Antarctica
Father, we fled your house of grey. We ran from home to seek a place where our bodies would never grow. Dreamer, child, be cautious of this world. She has an appetite for boys and girls and she’s hungry for your soul. Little boys with dreams of paper planes were never meant to scrape the sky. Keep your feet on the ground kid, only birds were meant to fly. Keep your head from the clouds kid, keep...
