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released March 15, 2017

Isabella Ness, guitar & vocals on all tracks.
Recorded, mixed, and mastered by Isabella Ness.

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middlescence Washington, D.C.

Eve the guitar, Isabella the human. Life happens, and so we sing about it to make it hum a little louder.

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Track Name: Verse
[DNE]
Track Name: October, Resumed
I'll be older when I'm gone;
Suddenly, that sounds so strange.
Take every answer,
But don't leave me all alone.

Watch me,
I'm coming up roses and I need trimming;
I'll weep,
My heart's on my sleeve and it's all I'm giving.
We're on the rocks.
Sip it slow, take me home.

Let me take those leaps of faith
Down to where compassion lays her head;
Take every armful
But don't keep me close.

Watch me,
I'm coming up roses and I need trimming;
I'll weep,
My heart's on my sleeve and it's all I'm giving.
We're on the rocks.
Sip it slow, take me home.

Plant me somewhere new,
Amid the soil of catastrophe
Surrounded by sunny views.
Light alone does not grow the tree
We're hoping to be.

So please
Watch me,
I'm coming up roses and I need trimming;
I'll weep,
My heart's on my sleeve and it's all I'm giving.
We're on the rocks.
Sip it slow, take me home.
Track Name: Rudimentary Carpentry
Twenty-three and I should be
So phased by what you do:
Building threads, then breaking them
Much faster than I would.
But I'm not so divisive
That I'd shut you out for trusting me with mazes.

You've got a way with time,
And I can't fault you for the tests.
My patience wears quite thin,
But I know you still need your rest
Amid the other lines to trace
To places that I will not see for ages.

But you know I'm not here to say I'm done,
'Cause at this point it's clear to see you've run
The better part of every inch
Of ebbing grief.

I'm not opposed to bargains
But I do think that'd feel cheap;
To ask you for a pardon
When I find it hard to breathe.
For every inch of setback that I've faced,
I know you dragged yourself through more.

So I'm just here to lay it at your feet,
This thanks;
A chance to think that we might meet in the middle,
And give us both some answers sweet.

It's just rudimentary carpentry.
Track Name: Crickets
You're not at fault
For what you felt for me,
'Cause I held your heart
In pale southwestern weeds.

I'm not yours no more.

I've tasted lead
Amid your restless dreams.
And you rolled cigarettes
Like countless prayers of steam,

But I'm not yours no more;
I'm not yours no more.

And the way you loved my motion
Made me stronger,
And we built like waves,
Our shadows getting longer;
When the smell of night
Would linger in your collar,
We were home.
We were gone.

I'm not yours no more.
Track Name: Black is the Color (arr. Berio)
Black is the color of my true love's hair,
His lips are something rosy fair.
The sweetest smile, and the kindest hands;
I love the grass whereon he stands.

I love my love and well he knows,
I love the ground whereon he goes;
But if he no more on earth will be,
T'will truly be the end of me.
Track Name: Anterior Arterial Guilt
I've been altered by the circumstances;
I don't feel great about the way I deal with sadness.
I am anger,
And I'm madness.
I don't know where I should go from here,
I don't know from here where I go.

I don't know me anymore than I can feel it;
If you'd show me I'm still not sure that you could heal it.
But you close yourself
From seeing it.
I don't know where we should go from here,
I don't know from here where you go.

I'm not here;
Mind's run away
And left heart to pick up pieces
It doesn't know where they go.

I can't figure when this started being painful;
If I think straight I think maybe I'd be able
Just to sit down
At your table
And to tell you I can't face my fears—
I don't know from here where this goes.

I'm not here;
Mind's run away
And left heart to pick up pieces
It doesn't know where they go.

I'm still scared,
Come what may;
I can't cry to make this better.
I've grown beyond what I've known.
Track Name: Wool & Lavender
I know that I'm a lot
At once;
Breathe in,
Breathe out—
Small steps,
We tell ourselves.

There's only so much to say
Into space between the premises
So I'll go first.
You'll follow
In time.

You have the depth
Of my father's heart in your eyes,
Green and blue at war
Around your pupils blown so wide
At the sight of a smile
On your behalf;
I want to follow your stride
Through the ardent stretch
Of a thousand breaths
And then take several more.

I've been mistaking Venus
For the north star;
Southwest bodies move—
Slowly—
But yes, they move.
Life is random,
Life is weird;
The universe won't wait
To see you've got me,
But you've got me.

You have the depth
Of my father's heart in your eyes,
Green and blue at war
Around your pupils blown so wide
At the sight of a smile
On your behalf;
I want to follow your stride
Through the ardent stretch
Of a thousand breaths
And then take several more.
Track Name: Re: Verse
[DNE]
Track Name: Two Feet Toward Solstice
I've a scratch on my watch face
From climbing the half-roof
To pull back the gear
From a billowing storm;
Those reminders of simpler times
Feel etched in my skin.

Now I've worries like flurries
Amid love like white ashes,
I know all my ticks
And I know how to feel
To the tips of my toes;
'Least I'm better at laughing now.

It's not done yet.

I fall in too quickly
And burn like a dry match,
I feel like an hourglass
Repeatedly tipped,
But the feeling of sand running through me
Is better than emptiness.

There's a sense of what's coming
In every new morning,
The rime of a sunrise
That burns through my eyelids
Too beautifully orange.
Yes, it's sad
But it's better than lying.

It's not done yet.

I'm not trying to turn into someone I'm not,
But it's hard to speak
When there's cotton and bunting
Where I once had tongue.

We're not alone,
But we're still not home.

So bring me the gale-force
Of growing up quickly;
I've learned several years
In just barely six months.
I'm convinced that the greater things
Are just hiding in little thoughts.

If you told me last summer
I'd know more by winter
Than I ever wanted
On promise and love,
Maybe I'd want to.
Just probably not this way.

But it's not done yet.
It's not done yet.