Ala
e-medina
2024/01/17
- 1"ALA"
- 2"CROWNMAKER" (LIVE)
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Open edition
"Ala"
Written & performed by E. Medina and Landon George
Mixed by E. Medina
Mastered by Shane Justice McCord
Produced by E. Medina
Field recording, software instruments - E. Medina
Fiddle - Landon George
"Crownmaker" (Live)
Written, performed, and mixed by E. Medina
Recorded from the board by Static Age Record Store in Asheville, NC, 12/23/23
Field recordings, lyrics, modular synthesizer, and software instruments - E. Medina
Special thanks to Mary Haidri, Mike Holmes, and Landon George for the constant inspiration.
"Crownmaker"
Before I get better.
Before I run my hands through the ashes of your body,
And leave you, on the beach, forever, to think, forever.
I’d like to lift you, my only child, towards my shelf of poetry.
Towards my collection of white shirts hanging in the garden.
I'd like to lift you, small thing, towards my friends, who are here, somewhere, everywhere, at the beach, by the shore, slowly swimming in the cold water.
Before I get better.
Before the ocean pulls at you, grain by grain, towards whatever, while I wave goodbye, but before I stop waving goodbye, before I release you, I’d like to be of use to you, and take you to the store.
I'd like to take you to the store, like my father would, and watch you hand me things I can't afford. And before you go, before you go, I'd like to teach you everything I know about chickens, which is very little, but I need you to know everything that I know before I walk away from you, towards my car, and drive away. Before I drive away, my only child, I'd like to hold you, for the first time, just to have you be more real than you were before. I'd like to lift you, small thing, towards the mirror, and see your small hand press against your small hand, and we can laugh, and I can bounce you, fat baby, in my giant arms.
Before I get better.
Before I apologize for failing you, I'd like to apologize for not failing you. I'd like to take you, my coral reef, down the street, towards the restaurant, and feed you beans, rice, shrimp, sangria, whatever you want, before you go away, since you have to go away, and I understand, to the deep, I'll teach you how to floss your teeth. If your gums bleed, you can wipe them on my shirt, and keep it, take it with you, towards the islands.
Before I get better.
I'd like to walk with you to the mountain, and hear you tell stories, and hear you complain about your job, and hear you say whatever you want to say, since your voice, to me, at this point, is imaginary. Speak to me, here, at the cliffs, where we have to agree to go our separate ways, my only child, you left a long time ago, and I will always love you, fat baby, simple swan, I will always love you, small thing, gorgeous rind, I will always love you, cave dweller, salt water kid, crown maker.
Written & performed by E. Medina and Landon George
Mixed by E. Medina
Mastered by Shane Justice McCord
Produced by E. Medina
Field recording, software instruments - E. Medina
Fiddle - Landon George
"Crownmaker" (Live)
Written, performed, and mixed by E. Medina
Recorded from the board by Static Age Record Store in Asheville, NC, 12/23/23
Field recordings, lyrics, modular synthesizer, and software instruments - E. Medina
Special thanks to Mary Haidri, Mike Holmes, and Landon George for the constant inspiration.
"Crownmaker"
Before I get better.
Before I run my hands through the ashes of your body,
And leave you, on the beach, forever, to think, forever.
I’d like to lift you, my only child, towards my shelf of poetry.
Towards my collection of white shirts hanging in the garden.
I'd like to lift you, small thing, towards my friends, who are here, somewhere, everywhere, at the beach, by the shore, slowly swimming in the cold water.
Before I get better.
Before the ocean pulls at you, grain by grain, towards whatever, while I wave goodbye, but before I stop waving goodbye, before I release you, I’d like to be of use to you, and take you to the store.
I'd like to take you to the store, like my father would, and watch you hand me things I can't afford. And before you go, before you go, I'd like to teach you everything I know about chickens, which is very little, but I need you to know everything that I know before I walk away from you, towards my car, and drive away. Before I drive away, my only child, I'd like to hold you, for the first time, just to have you be more real than you were before. I'd like to lift you, small thing, towards the mirror, and see your small hand press against your small hand, and we can laugh, and I can bounce you, fat baby, in my giant arms.
Before I get better.
Before I apologize for failing you, I'd like to apologize for not failing you. I'd like to take you, my coral reef, down the street, towards the restaurant, and feed you beans, rice, shrimp, sangria, whatever you want, before you go away, since you have to go away, and I understand, to the deep, I'll teach you how to floss your teeth. If your gums bleed, you can wipe them on my shirt, and keep it, take it with you, towards the islands.
Before I get better.
I'd like to walk with you to the mountain, and hear you tell stories, and hear you complain about your job, and hear you say whatever you want to say, since your voice, to me, at this point, is imaginary. Speak to me, here, at the cliffs, where we have to agree to go our separate ways, my only child, you left a long time ago, and I will always love you, fat baby, simple swan, I will always love you, small thing, gorgeous rind, I will always love you, cave dweller, salt water kid, crown maker.
