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Great Pink Heron

by Common Fires

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1.
Vice 04:49
Knock on my door, love So, I can hear Can I hear you? When I’ve thrown back enough Well, then I’ll see you Can I see you? You are my vice You are shore to my once-shipwrecked eyes You’ll fool me once, fool me twice Then your spectre disappears before my eyes… Knuckle on varnish I know what you’re waiting for Just a touch less self control Now, who is it that takes the sword this time? You could prove me wrong Will you prove me wrong? I was wrong I don’t know I decide to play nice despite this I was wrong And I don’t know why I play nice inside of a vice grip
2.
Eight Winds 03:40
I am the eastern shore I quelled the impulses of man Words from the river’s edge Eight winds ask for my hand But I bow to heaven in heaven I am no easy catch I am the hairline rays In all I illuminate Fools have felt the winds against the grain Yeah, the innocents are to blame… I’m incensed by your words I cross the water to your door What’s your excuse this time? I am the perfect hand No way I am just as you say I am no simple mind I am the hairline rays In all I illuminate Fools have felt the winds against the grain Yeah, the innocents are to blame… I see you drinking at the river You come for a taste? Come for a taste You pray I come and make it clearer But, oh, what a waste Oh, what a waste
3.
Now, we’re talking Mouthfuls–bullets and nails I bet your teeth are chipping splinters And you call me, disarm me You’re buzzing like a clipped wing Now, what do you say? What do you say? I’m hanging on your words, now, honey What do you say that hasn’t been said? Settle down love, settle down love Settle down love, settle down love Root tear Like a split-stitch in my memory I best be keeping up I know you won’t remember anything Chip and chase, cut and paste Now, what do you say? What do you say? I’m chasing at that sugar, come on Well, I know (well, I know) Well, I know this is taking too long I best be keeping up Settle down love, settle down love I’m asking you to settle down, love Settle down love, settle down love I’m asking you to settle down, love
4.
Afraid 04:22
I feel a cold itch Tears in my own stitch A blemish of mine So, I try to escape it I stay out late with Anyone who doesn’t mind Now, tell me Who is that calling on the phone? Well, I fear that I already know… I don’t know when the night will be over Baby, I’m afraid to check the time And I know I’m afraid to come home sober Baby, I’m afraid of my mind Your text makes my hands sweat Ribcage soaking wet With thick blood in my chest You call it “anointing” What’s more disappointing The cage in my head I don’t know when the night will be over Baby, I’m afraid to check the time And I know I’m afraid to come home sober Baby, I’m afraid all the time
5.
Dance 05:06
I should be here I’m always elsewhere My drunken sundown My day old nowhere Taste of something (somehow, somewhere) Somewhere better I should know now Should I be here I can feel your eyes, I, no, I can’t I won’t let it in, no, I won’t let it in I close mine, but don’t worry, baby ‘Cause it don’t involve you I see the way you move And I want it too I want to dance with you Knock on varnish What should I do I am sea-sick Tipsy canoe I can feel your eyes, I, no, I can’t I won’t let it in, no, I won’t let it in I close mine, but don’t worry, baby ‘Cause it don’t involve you I see the way you move And I want it too I want to dance with you
6.
There’s a scabbing on the sun seen from the east It casts a shadow, keeps the pavement cool, the people with bare feet Selling ball-caps to the young folks walking, healthy heads of hair Scurry busy in their separate lives, and whisper I don’t care But they do, and so do I, and now I’m worried for my safety Though my brain controls my body–even then, only in theory So a face propped up on legs and arms, asking me to speak I gesture limply to the sky and say, the sun is looking neat Oh, please I’m so uncomfortable here Every road seems to lead to the mall Where I see a man who’s getting angry, asking questions of us all Why does the tile floor feel like prison bars, and who the hell is that He’s getting carnal, spit-and-visceral-image of steaming, sweating mad I know he cares, and so do I, I just don’t care much when it counts ‘Cause I watched the film about me, don’t like the actor that they found He doesn’t look like me, behave like me, I like laughing with my friends If you don’t trust me, read the spoilers, I know how that movie ends I roll out of my bed into a puddle of my fears Molasses, thick and heavy, and now I’m up to my ears In all the noise I heard last night, when I was dancing like a clown I had the poison veins, the cancer breath, and charismatic mouth I know I care, but all the same, I think this temple is a bomb I’m waiting for the drugs to kick in, but they’re taking too damn long And I’m afraid to pull the trigger, ‘cause I think that I’m in love But how should I know? I’m the only one who sees the scabbing sun
7.
I know you nursed me with a poison Raised by the sickly taste I know the recipe you toyed with The blood of which I’m made I know the needs I have enabled I know my stitches by their name Season the water I was boiled in But I know you nursed me with a poison I get my hit straight from the bottle It goes right down the hatch You have to know how I was coddled To chastise me like that I know the other side of heartache I know the way to play the game You want to see a good role model But I get my hit straight from the bottle I turned away from what I needed Thought I could make a change But I couldn’t turn away from feeling Like I’d made a grave mistake I spent my budget on a reprint But the ink arranged itself the same And now I’m broke, and now I’m bleeding ‘Cause I turned away from what I needed
8.
Stardown 03:43
Out on the roof Out in the night I’m spinning stardown My head to the sand My mates pushed me out They want me to say That you might be the only thing I understand Fraction of time One moment in pause Flyover pond Led by the sea I’ll sing you my song Vile stench of my youth For a moment in time You are everything I was a child And you were the same Gutted by choice But I know why you left Still spinning stardown Pressing the glass By no stretch of mind I still wish you the best I still wish you the best I still wish you the best
9.
Caving In 07:47
I worried myself sick in a room with a dog And a world on my shoulders I guess I left you outside What to say, what to do, what to think, what to do with myself I think you had to go I forgot you this time–didn’t know you had gone Out in the trees I guess I left you to die Didn’t know, didn’t care, didn’t look, didn’t see where you went But now I see You are not my own You are not myself You are not a part of me I think I hear a voice I think I better leave I think this time I just need me You used to feel like home When I swirled my tongue around Melt you down in perfect words Chew the gum out of your mouth I used to dream in colour Like a coat of anything I loved you while I was losing it And sinking in my teeth Into the side of your gut I drive a nail or two in And I worry about myself And the trouble that I’m in ‘Cause you had clasped your knotted fingers Around the base of my young neck How did you so easily slip out?
10.
Foxbottle 04:29
Crumb-catcher down on the lino Sweet little Joel under the table I hear papa mince oaths up above me My sweet little ears But I hear your anger all the time So, I come stompin’ out with a sound mind No more foxbottled curses or fig leaves To cover my eyes You caught a glimpse of the devil You caught the side of my eye You heard the clatter of glass And the wresting of brass and iron You read the dead and the naked While you swore by the birds I know you picked my poison But you cannot choose my words Now, our lord is a lord of state He picks a fight with a young girl’s brain Better veiled for your brother who stumbles on stones Best stay pure and stay in line Your yellow dress on the picket line You can wrap your tongue up in flowers Spit rocks at the poor Heard you say something awful You sanded down your rough sides And the smoke from your pistol The smell of red wine Will you trade it for caution When you hear the whistle to heel You tell me you’re offended Well, I know how that feels

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released December 1, 2023

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Common Fires Kelowna, British Columbia

Described as having “[melodies] akin to Ben Howard or Bon Iver’s rawest moments”, and as having both “the serene qualities of singer-songwriter music [and] the abstract tendencies of prog”, Common Fires is equal parts ambitious and moving.

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