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Silver Cords

by Beerjacket

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    'Silver Cords' is released on a stunningly illustrated and designed hardback book containing twelve short stories written by Peter Kelly. The book houses the CD album of 'Silver Cords'.

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1.
Nervous 03:58
The dream of you hangs like a scared caught fish The hook is through but the heart is prone to wish All night my head sinks. I have given my best: a solid seven out of ten But when you cast the net, I am a carp among men And I'll swim upstream I'll swim upstream. My eyes don't close at night There’s a flashing light beneath the surface Time just melts like ice While the windows yawn behind the curtains The tide begins to rise I feel the weight lift from me But it just makes me nervous It just makes me nervous. You put the song of the sea in my head And I drift for miles but never reach my bed All night my head swims. I never rest, I move continuously And repeat these same mistakes habitually And I'll forgo sleep I'll forgo sleep.
2.
Forest 03:02
There’s a fiction stuck in your teeth On your black tongue’s affection that you don’t believe You’re an empty hall that echoes conceit In an abandoned building that burns and it bleeds A screaming forest of falling trees No clouds move for you when your clown lungs breathe A dream is real when you’re asleep but you’re not here. Without direction, you direct the scene If you were young, you would be living beyond the screen You’re fickle and you’re fake and you flee You abandon anything when it wakes up real A screaming forest of falling trees No clouds move for you when your clown lungs breathe A dream is real when you’re asleep but you’re not here. People's faces are just faint traces All your dreams now are just blank spaces Constant status of constant stasis You're a map of the loneliest places.
3.
I think today’s a day when things get broken Punished just for being here I think today’s a day when truths are spoken It's funny how it feels to fear I drink too much poison and it leaves me choking My tongue swollen up like a spear I sink like a shipwreck from a nightmare woken Sudden as the iceberg nears I’m tired of hearing my own voice You know you’re doing it all wrong If you’re singing someone else’s song But then you knew that really all along So you tried writing everybody’s song You tried righting everybody’s wrongs. I shrink with rage and all the bitter passions Vanishing from the inside out Blink and you’ll miss me as I pass from fashion The past has passed without doubt I’m tired and I don’t have a choice You know you’re doing it all wrong If you’re singing someone else’s song But then you knew that really all along So you tried writing everybody’s song You tried righting everybody’s wrongs. There’s an echo racing round the room so empty Here’s the silence you complained was never yours Where are the faces that reflected you exist now? Why did you want the sickness and never the cure? You know you’re doing it all wrong If you’re singing someone else’s song But then you knew that really all along So you tried writing everybody’s song You know you’re doing it all wrong If you’re singing someone else’s song But then you knew that really all along So you tried writing everybody’s song You were right and everyone was wrong.
4.
Cord 03:43
You put the heart-shaped knot In my stretched-straight silver cord Like a rope that leads to heaven Our breath's in pockets caught Of our threadbare lived-in coats It is the hope that lifts the living. You're the first word on my tongue Till the last breath in my lung Ours the years that make me young. Shoots of life have shot Through the houses that we bought We left our shadows on them Boots the hallways blot But they're proof that we have walked The roof stops water falling. You're the first word on my tongue Till the last breath in my lung Ours the years that make me young You Web winder Fortune is not free Only in dreams Only in my dreams Then I am not me I'm you Thread finder It is as you believe Only in dreams Only in my dreams Then I am not me Eyes closed fast can see.
5.
Arms 03:39
A call to arms: around each be thrown You are the flag I pledge to alone War is declared in my head when I’m scared My heart’s a grenade you disarm in mid-air. In the crossfire of actions and desires I am my enemy and the truth is a liar Signal the truce for I win if I lose, No victory is won by two smoking shoes. A soldier no army would recruit When left with the gun, I'd shoot off my foot I tied together both my boots To keep me from my fighting Stop me from fighting. I'll bury my bullets in the dirt And hide away all that could hurt I'm just a choir of false alarms Sweeten my song with a wave of your arms. I bleed when I breathe, my tricks stick in my sleeve But you are the oath that I live to repeat Wounds are repaired in our memories shared You are the key that keeps skeletons scared. In the crossfire of actions and desires I am my enemy and the truth is a liar Signal the truce for I win if I lose, No victory is won by two smoking shoes. A soldier no army would recruit When left with the gun, I'd shoot off my foot I tied together both my boots To keep me from my fighting Stop me from fighting. I'll bury my bullets in the dirt And hide away all that could hurt I'm just a choir of false alarms Sweeten my song with a wave of your arms.
6.
Half 03:16
Half-awake in a building that was never even there It's a shock to find yourself living In a moment unshared Half a story is ending Half your life unprepared Half of nothing is nothing Half of everything is fair. Meet me tonight halfway The skeletons are scared They're standing in the half light Midway up the stairs. A trail leads from your bedside We'll take to the air Meet me tonight halfway Midway up the stairs. Half away from your bedroom Half eye-open stare There's a world in your head Where your sleeping heart is repaired Half a story is beginning Half of life is a dare Half of living is dreaming Half of everything is spare.
7.
Pillow 02:56
The story starts with the ending Heartbreak’s born in befriending The wind can't make a crack in the willow's spine And no season has freedom so live blind to time While the calls are on hold, the telephones all grow old But hope is sewn deep into my pillow. Your small life’s weight is deceiving Love the lightness in breathing My hope is sewn deep The past has passed and I've calmed at last The kinder cup has been filled I'll pour you all a waterfall Now that my river has stilled. Ties are untaught like time is Unseen cords form and bind us The wind can't make a crack in the willow's spine And no season has freedom so live blind to time While the call is on hold, telephones all grow old Hope is sewn deep into my pillow Hope is sewn deep into my pillow.
8.
Hopen 03:24
The dreaming hands still grip your ankles Pulling your weight to the lap of sleep Once there was a safe resistance Now there's no valley to leap Believing is a slip from shackles Fooling yourself out of rules to keep Once there was a safe resistance Now you are awake. The mouth of your heart is open It's a furnace to throw your hope in When you climb tie two knots in your reason Everywhere magpies thirsty for treason. There's a screaming in your waking senses No dulling of your dates under threat of sleep Once was there was a safe resistance Now there’s no calendar to keep Leaving on a ship unbottled Pouring yourself into an endless sea Once there was a safe resistance Now you are awake. The mouth of your heart is open It's a furnace to throw your hope in When you climb tie two knots in your reason Everywhere magpies thirsty for treason. I hope my home will open up your hope My home will open up your hope My home will open up your hope.
9.
Grey Areas 04:23
The children are drunk and the grown-ups are sobering up Programmed for the future, regretting not growing up tough Black and white televisions on stalks losing root from the ground All the colours are flashing to red when the night turns around. The cars are not guilty, accidents run out wild on the road Tapes melt in transit, the message is lost in the post When funerals aren’t happening, the dead drag themselves into work To desks made of paper that empty only when they burn. I find myself lost in the loop of the living where inconsequentials are the big decisions I don’t have a place to claim mine alone, I’m a cardboard cut-out - my life’s not my own. There’s no blood where it’s hurting, no proof of a victim so no-one’s allowed to complain Fill your car up you’re running late and no-one appreciates - they expect you there just the same To live out the unliving, push a pen till you stiffen, throwing soil onto your grave Your sins won’t be forgiven if in liquor you christen them but it feels like it can save.
10.
Friends 03:51
You live like someone’s always watching you The ghost of guilt weighs on your back You swear that you are for the ropes all day A crowd swells above your head with black Spin a mad roulette of man to child You’ve been a child for most your life You sell yourself for less than you’re worth They’ll skin your hide with your own knife And you were right They’re not your friends (you were right) You’re means and ends (you’re never right) They’re not your friends (and you were right) It’s all pretend (and you were right) Forgive me fantasy, I pawned you for cheap To toast your memory with sham pain Every bubble rises only just to burst And icy time laughs like a drain Half lost the way, half found a better man I’ve been a man for most my life I tell myself I’m more than I have done They’ll carve my meat and eat the knife And you were right They’re not your friends (you were right) You’re means and ends (you’re never right) They’re not your friends (and you were right) It’s all pretend (and you were right) You know who your friends aren’t You know who not to trust You might have been golden But that's turned to dust but you get the last laugh ‘Cause you were right They’re not your friends (you were right) You’re means and ends (you’re never right) They’re not your friends (and you were right) It’s all pretend (and you were right) And you were right I’m not your friend (you were right) I’m means to ends (I never fight) They’re not my friends (and you were right) It’s all pretend (and I was right)
11.
Buttons 03:28
Our buttons pull closed our coats Most sink but ours always float 'Cause our home is built on flesh and bone Hours vanish down the sides of our wrists Magpies dress the walls of our nest 'Cause we sold the things that kill the soul. Our red thread knots the heart to the head It's the twine that binds our lives Flowers that bled are blooming instead You were always on my mind You are always on my mind Like the button you seek but can't find. Unburdened of the ties round the throats Folds make our family float Cause our gold has no guilt at all. Our red thread knots the heart to the head It's the twine that binds our lives Flowers that bled are blooming instead You were always on my mind You are always on my mind Like the button you dream with at night. We're sewn like a blanket of snow We're the movement below the waves We're stone growing out of the core We're the light from beyond the cave. Our red thread knots the heart to the head It's the twine that binds our lives Flowers that bled are blooming instead You were always on my mind You are always on my mind Like the button you seek but can't find. We're sewn like a blanket of snow We're the movement below the waves We're stone growing out of the core We're the light from beyond the cave. We're sewn like a blanket of snow We're the movement below the waves We're stone growing out of the core We're the light from beyond the cave Like the button that's lost when it's saved.
12.
Tiny Graces 03:18
There's an art to living well that's not revenge Arm the anger with an anchor and keep your head Tie the laces of the shoes that take you places far from blues Be an army for your love and pledge your truth. We'll build an ark with hands in hands, not wood and nails Calm the storm with gentle breaths and soft details Tidal races will whirlpool but no wave will dare touch you Be an army for your love, you're bulletproof. If you're a secret no-one can tell You're just the sea deaf in the shell You've been trying to no avail To keep the tide behind a veil You tend towards the swell You have a thirst that none can quell Resigned to live inside in the belly of the whale. If the sharks smell blood they'll circle what they crave But a lamb can be wolf and courage will be saved Tiny graces fall on you and cause the flowers onboard to bloom Be an army for your love and live as proof. If you're a secret no-one can tell You're just the sea deaf in the shell You've been sinking since you set sail So now it's unnatural not to fail You tend towards the swell You have a thirst that none can quell Resigned to live inside in the belly of the whale. If you're a secret no-one can tell You're just the sea deaf in the shell You've been trying to no avail To keep the tide behind a veil You tend towards the swell You have a thirst that none can quell Resigned to live inside in the belly of the whale Resigned to live inside in the belly of the whale.

about

Nearly 5 years since the release of his last album, 'Darling Darkness', Beerjacket returns with his most ambitious project to date.

'Silver Cords' is more than just a new Beerjacket album. Accompanying the 12 songs are a collection of 12 short stories; intertwined with the music, intended for consumption alongside it. Of the project Kelly says, “At some point in the writing of 'Silver Cords', I decided the record would live in a book and that each song would be accompanied by a short story inspired by its lyrics.” Kelly started writing the album in 2015 and its completion has taken 3 years. “Story by story, approximately once a month, the songs’ siblings entered the room. My imagination has superimposed details on the real-life buildings that inspired settings and, in some way, the stories play out there interminably now on three to five minute loops.”

The combination of sound and print is something unique to 'Silver Cords'. Having released five albums in the traditional manner Kelly was keen to release something truly special. To make something physical that won't be cast adrift on a shelf in favour of its digital imprint. This pairing creates an ethereal tone which binds the stories with a dreamlike, magic realism quality, and certain recurring themes of isolation, now-ness, interconnectedness, loss, and fear.

The tenderness ebbs and flows conveyed perfectly with lead single 'Cord'. Refreshing in its simplistic truth, the track is yet another elucidation of why Beerjacket has become the cult figure, despite his modesty, within Scottish music that he is. Second single, 'Everybody’s Song' juxtaposes Kelly’s momentary self-doubt with his desire to connect through his music; both a feeling profoundly conveyed, and an endeavour successfully achieved. 'Silver Cords' will nestle itself alongside your most intimate thoughts, shedding both encouraging light and honest shade. All the while, it conveys that most distilled of life’s truths; it’s simple, but it’s also complicated.

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released November 23, 2018

All songs written by Peter Kelly.

Recorded, mixed and mastered by Stuart MacLeod at Beetroot Studios.

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Beerjacket Glasgow

Beerjacket is Scottish singer/songwriter, Peter Kelly, who has opened for The National, St Vincent, Kristin Hersh & Frightened Rabbit.

In 2018, Scottish Fiction released album/book of songs & short stories, Silver Cords, leading to an appearance at Edinburgh International Book Festival, a sold-out show with Cairn String Quartet at Celtic Connections, & radio play from BBC Radio 6 Music and KEXP.
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