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Island Intervals

by Death Vessel

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1.
Ejecta 05:32
backing Blackrock dirt and other derring-do bouncy castles home the exhaled youth who gather on the strand with sprinkles in each hand going to battle blowhards thinking that they will lose the water will casually follow its route the cage-bird will gradually go cuckoo double piercings and striated brows clowning around at risk of falling out the water will casually follow its route the cage-bird will gradually go cuckoo well, the water will actually fill the whole room and the bird will be better off flying the coop back in Blackrock worlds are turning around subterranean rifts are showing on the ground let's gather on the strand in mittens made by hand and go the way of all ejecta living unbound the water will casually follow its route and the cage-bird will gradually go cuckoo well, the water will actually fill the whole room and the bird will be better off flying the coop
2.
I require liquid Europa hacking at her frozen globe for an iota I have an unbridled ideation jumping over every moon with indignation velvet antlers out of reach knowing no anchor and knowing no beach I make a frost flower demarcation I lay down in tightened boots with vegetation velvet antlers out of reach knowing no anchor and knowing no beach Europa, throw the spear I am only a lone white deer with a prior far, faraway velvet antlers in late decay I don't want to know anything in the least every animal is a certain kind of beast I don't want to know about anything in the least every animal is a certain kind of beast
3.
triangulated heart, it's no matter that you are so downright bizarre–all obtuse and angular triangulated heart for the nonce I will dream of when we jointly preened triangulated heart souped-up on things–futures told agree reddened, yet appeased–I walked in place, at least triangulated heart for the nonce I will dream of when we jointly preened triangulated heart souped-up on things–futures told agree reddened, yet appeased, I walked in place at least then that paper dart cut right through our rocky guard triangulated heart
4.
Mercury Dime 03:21
struck too high, Ma Bell bleeds from the melt to the die from the die to the deep Elsie Moll–oh, where are you? show your feathers on the floor of the wavy blue there I go looking away, looky-loo when I wade in a fountain over you thirteen ways of looking mercurially blue when I gaze at a mountain out of view going blind going through you I go walking in the wild I go walking in a room purpled mind, hold on in lieu of a fortune evermore in the wavy blue there I go looking away, looky-loo when I wade in a fountain over you thirteen ways of looking mercurially blue when I gaze at a mountain out of view
5.
Drown makes holes large and hollow in deep woodland snow you ought to know Windigo is so cold huge among Algonquian you'll be awful, shrewd and cloud-tall ghoulishly loud, you ought to know Drown's also dripping with cold soak–her gown gapes low you ought to know, though, many have fell to her pistol huge and full of Bangor juice you'll be awful, shrewd and cloud-tall ghoulishly loud, you ought to know you ought to know Ilsa Drown tried Ilsa Drown, Ilsa Drown truth be known for awhile you'll be awful, shrewd and cloud-tall ghoulishly loud, you ought to know you ought to know
6.
the wooden ladder on the wall depends upon two separate rooms growing higher and higher with every hesitative move on all-fours I start to crawl against the wall and upwardly then I grow tired of trying to walk on floors that have no cling anymore or if they ever did the wooden ladder in the yard hangs along two conifers growing higher and higher with every sun and every moon made and broke in a hilly island place you won't break I won't break—I embrace my home base island vapors loom the wooden ladder isn't long (it only goes from right to wrong) it goes from a place where I have been to where I'm going all alone in a hilly island place you won't break I won't break—I embrace my home base island vapors loom move island place you won't break I won't break—I embrace my home base island vapors loom
7.
We Agreed 04:18
beyond the sky where the dark has no light nighty-night, I know I couldn't get to you put your old canoe on the wharf to dry under your new moon in outer space I will find a good place for the dried pawpaw and wahoo, too have a home brew on the wharf tonight when I sing about you ode to the leaves lay me on the moon skipping a stone on a lake they had cloned I'm inclined to do what I'm going to do put what's left of you in the water in spite, but I wouldn't have to we agreed that life keeps on going a reach we'll never be knowing the price–all the presently lonely and doomed no earth to turn, no blubber to burn breath new life elsewhere or else we lose ancient lyre or a poison device glaciers retired beyond the sky where the dark has no light nighty-night, I know I couldn't get to you have a home brew on the wharf tonight under your new moon we agreed that life keeps on going a reach we'll never be knowing in truth we agreed that life keeps on going a reach we'll never be knowing always and forever foregoing the price–all the presently lonely and doomed
8.
Loom 04:42
I don't want to owe you my only open road to goodbye what's come undone has proudly gone on dinning growing louder than our clouded-up beginning the island fog now covering your figure or the wreckage in the caption to your picture I don't want to owe you my only open road to goodbye I don't know what to do when the universe is in my room black holes to prove, which creatures to amuse I don't know how to behave when there's nothing in my way battles to choose, which creatures to refuse I don't want to owe you my only open road to goodbye

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Death Vessel’s Joel Thibodeau’s slender, winsome voice, at once so comforting and so unsettling might be the greatest of his many strengths. Reed-thin but sturdy, youthful but somehow ageless, its deep benevolence is also slightly eerie, and the way he gently walks the line between intense feeling and contemplative remove lets him sing from a timeless place where he evokes the beauty of vanished people and places, sweetness too profound for words, loss too great for tears. Joel’s is a voice that demands its own sonic and lyrical world, and with Island Intervals, his third record as Death Vessel (and second for Sub Pop), we’re treated to the sound of him finding a rich and strange new home among new friends in Iceland who probably saw him as a long-lost relative. For his first album since 2008’s acclaimed Nothing Is Precious Enough for Us, Joel traveled to Reykjavik on an invitation from Sigur Ros singer Jónsi and producer Alex Somers, where they spent three months together conjuring an album that’s both a song cycle and a window into a mysterious and singular landscape.

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released February 25, 2014

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Death Vessel Providence, Rhode Island

That Joel Thibodeau’s slender, winsome voice is at once so comforting and so unsettling might be the greatest of his many strengths. Like Nico’s or Phil Elverum’s, Joel’s is a voice that demands its own sonic and lyrical world, and with Island Intervals, his third record as Death Vessel, we’re treated to the sound of him finding a rich and strange new home among new friends in Iceland. ... more

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