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Still No Mother

by Logan Farmer

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Lost Tribe Sound Some may know Farmer from his time under the Monarch Mtn name. Happy to see Western Vinyl has picked up on what a talent this guy is. 'Still No Mother' delivers such a subtle venom, one that works its way into the bloodstream long after the music has ended. Farmer's music impacts in much the same way as that of Damien Jurado or Bill Callahan. The songs seem as if they've been on rotation for many years, like visiting an old friend, instantly familiar and welcoming.
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1.
River Black 04:48
I found a new love A better muse She rests on furs while I scribble doom In some kind of protest I know it’s true I paralyze each moment The home I knew is ash, the river black When all my time is through Will you not say My name each day It’s only kindness A glass of wine The jury finds us Guilty of mind Stream my execution A new perfume I only feel the hunger When others do & laugh when others laugh When all my time is through Will you not say My name each day
2.
Sorrowbirds 04:24
Watch them take flight Birds of sorrow Sorrow birds In my mind Don’t call tonight Call tomorrow Tomorrow is right When I’ll need you Fortunately I’ve been put up on stage Fortunately I’ve seen bitter hearts change, change, change But if I’m being honest There’s a knife in the drawer that the little ones found If I’m being honest There’s a light in the world that the liquor put out Fortunately You still seek it out Force it on me Watch them take flight Birds of sorrow Sorrow birds In my mind
3.
War is Body 07:18
The dead could rise War is body So often I despair alone But something released inside me All faith is gone, I close my eyes Imagined wounds War is body I like my room Don’t change a thing But if I don’t bring you jewels or ivory Let freedom ring in pools of blood It wasn’t long ago this hill was covered With trees covered in snow I passed you on the road, in line for water What does the water hold? Fresh limbs in tin cans, I write: "This land is my land" Can’t live without him, I might This land is your land This land is your land
4.
Starlight, the lonesome valley calls This might release you from its hold Waves of vapor, I passed this way two times before Every acre is worth its weight in yellow gold But if you come to me I’m the sound At the heart of each impossible now Daydream a battle for your soul I've seen your shadow on the road Understand I’m just the friend who walks you home Empty handed, nothing left to fill their bowls But if you come to me I'm the sound at the heart of each impossible now Write down what you see Say you will, when you look out there: The river’s high, the water’s still
5.
So it is written I’m afraid of myself Formless and hidden I remain someone else Gonna need more rope If I’m to tie him up Gonna need more rope If I’m to climb the wall So it’s been sung for years That the birth wasn’t planned Rome through a fog appears And it forces your hand Gonna need more rope if i’m to tie him up Gonna need more rope if i’m to climb the wall Beyond all this the factory Where a frozen radio plays The girls all dance around me now And call to me by name Gonna need more rope if they’re to tie me up Gonna need more rope if i’m to climb the wall
6.
Vessels 05:21
Hide the ribbon, I cannot go I climb the endless steps to your door Still no mother on our side, desertion What no other can provide, the earth is Where is the bottle? I drank it away Now this vessel of empty space Has crawled into your bed What illusion gave you that pain? I walk polluted cities of fame Still no mother on our side, forgive us Still, I want the morning light to end us One bag of silver and they open the gates Now this vessel of endless rage Has crawled into your bed
7.
Seventh Seal 03:01
I’ll remain Til it all is still Broke, broke, broke Broken wire This isn't how I feel Like power lines in the rain The angel’s seventh seal I’ll be lost In the guardian’s fields Just don’t trust or cross him child Or he’ll show you what is real He’ll knock those teeth to the dirt The angel’s seventh seal I’ll be chained Wrapped up in iron Steel steel steel steal Me away Stay with me awhile You're partial to my thirst You like it when I kneel Sometimes it doesn’t hurt Sometimes hurt’s all I feel
8.
Forty years later when there’s no more ice I’m gonna end my days on a kitchen knife Everything together better add up to a lot A place on the wall where I paint my hand I'm gonna betray the call of modern man But terrified every time the service drops As a matter of fact it never rang No one owes us anything Meet me in the morning when your courage dies Gonna give my burden up tonight Everyone together gonna try to lift the curse The word is you’re invited if the money’s there I'm hungry and I’m tired of these millionaires Riding through the city while we’re lying in the dirt Humankind gets washed away But no one owes us anything If we lose our strength It’s gone If we lose our faith It’s gone It’s gone

about

On Still No Mother, the Colorado-based songwriter processes and explores climate change anxiety using the framework of the American folk song. The album grew from an initial concept of imagining the songs farmhands will sing when their acreage has dried up or burned, and rising sea levels begin engulfing the coasts—not unlike those sung by Woody Guthrie during the devastation of the Dust Bowl. While much art on this subject focuses on external imagery like glacial melt or wildfires, Farmer instead points his writing inward to examine the human mind’s relationship to this impending reality, and the psychological burdens therein. The resulting ambient-folk suite places his earnest croon within a mosaic of orchestral strings, distant piano, and well-placed flutters of electronics, which emerge like artifacts in the rubble of the dusty future his lyrics depict. “The music is intentionally gentle and delicate with shards of piercing dissonance scattered throughout,” explains Farmer. “The intention was to capture the quiet moments of contemplation before the storm comes, as we peek through the cracks in the wall to catch a glimpse of the approaching danger, now a growing dot on the horizon.” 

Written and recorded at home, the album weaves a shortlist of storytelling influences and devices into a poignant set of dichotomies: organic and inorganic; celestial and earthen; delicate and dissonant. Though Farmer’s impressive array of textures and instruments and use of ambience and interstitial collage (including field recordings captured in Iceland) might suggest otherwise, Still No Mother is folk music at its heart. And if the task of folk musicians is to tell the tales of their day, Logan Farmer succeeds in documenting through song an inner life of a person watching the specter of climate change grow on the horizon.

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released August 21, 2020

Written & recorded at home in Fort Collins, CO

Annie Leeth || violins (tracks 1, 3, 6)
Naarah Strokosch || cello, vox (track 7)

Mastered by Mike Bridavsky

Cover by Ben Ward (www.benwardphoto.com)

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