Nobody out here is gonna ask you why you’re rolling in all hours of the night smelling like smoke. Before an audience of none confess to the horizon. Nobody’s gonna run and tell a word you spoke. Board it up. Hold the pine to the fire and pour the tar. To a hammer the whole world is hard. Seal it off from the seasons. Stay dry. Nobody out here, nobody out here. Nobody. Nobody, nobody out here is gonna ask you why.
Carried the weight of being adored all along the shifting shore, feeling sorry for the moss that clings to stone. Cover your footprints, fill the tracks. Throw the ape off of your back. Roll out a mat and call it home. Board it up. Hold the pine to the fire and pour the tar. To a hammer the whole world is hard. Seal it off from the seasons. Stay dry. Nobody out here, nobody out here. Nobody. Nobody, nobody out here is gonna ask you why.
Tally the nights that light the days. Nothing but the moon to chase. Tidy in case the coyotes come around. Trade in the convenience that comes with opposable thumbs and you’re free to let any son down. Board it up. Hold the pine to the fire and pour the tar. To a hammer the whole world is hard. Seal it off from the seasons. Stay dry. Nobody out here, nobody out here. Nobody. Nobody, nobody out here is gonna ask you why.
from
Grace for the Going,
released February 2, 2024
Words and Music by Talia Schlanger
Produced, Engineered, Mixed and Mastered by David Travers-Smith at found.sound.toronto
Arranged by David Travers-Smith and Talia Schlanger
Talia Schlanger - Vocals, Electric Guitar
Kevin Breit - Electric Guitars, Acoustic Guitar, Octophone, Talkbox, Yamaha CS Synth
Davide Di Renzo - Drumkit
Brian Kobayakawa - Electric Bass, Upright Acoustic Bass
Anh Phung - Flute
David Travers-Smith - Trumpets, E♭ Peck Horns, Percussion