Hedera

by Isaac Vallentin

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released June 26, 2015

Written, recorded, and produced by Isaac Vallentin.

Mastered by Denis Martin.
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Design by LOG Creative Bureau.
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Cover illustration originally published in Flora von Deutschland Österreich und der Schweiz (1885) by Otto Wilhelm Thomé.
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Thank you:
Ben Atkinson, Spencer Mullins, and Dan Zaruk for being my focus group and sharing my excitement in this music. Allyson Rousseau for her support, love, and tolerance. All of Pony Girl for teaching me so much about music and teamwork. Jeff Kingsbury and Owen Edwards for their feedback and support. Michael Powell for sharing his production and arrangement knowledge.

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Track Name: Cloud of Smoke
Like a cloud of smoke hangs in the air, I float above your bed until you wake up. I picked us some fruit we could eat in the morning; I’ll break off your glasses if you resist. Hold out my eyes in front of your hands, wash them out in burgundy. It’s incredible that we do this so often; I’m starting to forget my voice. You claw out my tongue when I sing out your name, "Shut up, an eyesore," you’re running away. Everybody wants an athlete in love to hide beneath all their blankets and sheets. I loved you so much that I gave you my arms to use as a weapon when you got afraid. Leave me behind with the man and the gun, why would you care about me anyway?
Track Name: Fake Harp
I only see you when I’m low; new field of vision. You stand over me, stealing momentum.
Track Name: Stewardess
Gritting teeth into stardust as a worn and tired stewardess, torn by the demands. I separate by element; all of me that is not water is scattered through the infinite, to be used as you once used. Inhaled and exhaled a thousand times over. When I be your girl I will be everyone’s girl, the day I separate by element and am used as you once used. Gritted into stardust as a worn and tired stewardess, to be used as you once used. I will rapidly evaporate to sweat of southern hemispheres, tracing the faces of the joyous and the pained. Bleeding into waterways, speeding down the slanted alleyways, ruining the days of the emotionally unstable. To be rung out dry repeatedly. When I be your girl I will be everyone’s girl, the day I separate by element and am used as you once used. To be rung out dry repeatedly, cleansing thirsts of all those thirsty, to be used as you once used.
Track Name: Garden I (You Own To Fight)
(You own, you own, you own to fight) I went walking through the garden and there, peacefully, you would stare and smile so bright. I love you when you’re kind. I like it when you lie or make a face of disdain, but we’re “happy,” and our parents are approving of our love. (You own, you own, you own to fight) I can’t bear to think of the last incidence of being alone in a shopping mall, or medical office; in the curled edges of a trivial magazine. Screaming fiction, contradiction, and great religious conviction brought me to my knees at the foot of your front door.
Track Name: Distance, Time
Distance is pure, but the waves are golden. Distance is pure, but the waves are golden. Distance is pure, but I can see you lying out. Distance is pure, but I can’t hold it in. You know time? You tell me time. You know time? You tell me time. Distance, time? You tell me time’s enough if we don’t wait, and we are golden.
Track Name: Garden II (Yellow Ire)
I went walking through the garden, where you’re sleeping; wear you out. You waste your life into the yellow ire. Once it comes to eyes, waited too soon. You reach for it. Well, don’t forget me behind.
Track Name: Selena
I have learned how to live: how to be in the world and of the world, not just to stand aside and watch. I will never ever again run away from life.
Track Name: Hindsight
Time: we don’t waste time. It’s happening on my mind, but I’ll wait on you. Time: let it go this time, feeling I’m deprived of letters to glue. You’ll go, you’ll find someone to be Anna, likely. It’s all laid out—means heaven for you. Down: camera pans down. We fall through the ground, and only then I look through the glass—for a moment, reflections passed. My eyes no longer even care; for the past is a story thought to be true, when Anna was left and bent for you. In hindsight—remember hindsight? A million watts, a bright light on a fragment of a memory. In hindsight, I’d say you’re right: I waste my life chasing something only I can see.
Track Name: I Will Be Water
To find a purpose amongst the strangers, violently searching to prove my use. Witness my function: my present value. Please let me share with you a skill set obtuse. If you’d embrace me, how I could please you; resting your worries, a comb through your hair. You cannot break me: I will be water. The sound of your feeling is burning my ear. I will be water. Searching for cities to expose virtue. Calling for audience, found weekday group. Spectacle sweating. Patrons will marvel, their jaws will fall open, calling to truce. If you’d embrace me, how I could please you; resting your worries, a comb through your hair. You cannot break me: I will be water. The sound of your feeling is burning my ear.
Track Name: Screaming Light
Light, I found you. Like a true consistent lover, you were inside me the whole time. All my distant relatives sipping coffee. Rest charity beside you in record time. Record time, screaming, “light, reveal your true form!” Waves will travel ever endlessly like a horse without a master; obedience in freedom. Bleeding grass, all afternoon postcards unopened. You can’t seem to pick up the pen, or did you find love on the internet in record time? Record time, screaming, “light, reveal your true form!” Waves will travel ever endlessly.