Mirror Phrase

by Mariage Blanc

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1.
I don’t want to fall into a mirror phrase set by the fault lines But summer’s on the way, breeding your fashion-forward disguise Devils on your tongue, strip malls deferring fate-- but just for the weekend Camera shy intent dragging the evening off the deep end You’re scraping up a gravel shrine When appetizing exits fall together Reciprocation over time, but I don’t mind Roaming in a parking lot of cars And the moonlight hour is falling fast Rolling like the cycles in the sea Hiding cancer in my sleeves, but all that’s over now The sunny side of life is all antiseptic prose, reliable cycles Never turn your back, translate evaporated bibles You’re scraping up a gravel shrine When appetizing exits fall together Reciprocation over time, but I don’t mind Roaming in a parking lot of cars And the moonlight hour is falling fast Rolling like the cycles in the sea Hiding cancer in my sleeves, but all that’s over now But all that’s over now….. But all that’s over now….
2.
Ghostwriter 04:30
A bloodshed modesty, what a sight the dusk dragged in I can move like a crosswalk phantom or photographic lens And let the light pass through We’re too old to fear the dark, but we’re not too old to lie When time gets away from me the machine can be my guide A calculated truth Voices escaping through the space beneath my door Ghostwriting ransoms that I’ve heard somewhere before But was it modern life, was it in my mind? Disguised as memories, we could redesign our form Dissolved like a slice of fiction, dimensionless and warm A cultivated low It’s all velvet dialect when I play the perfect host Collect my genetic pension and filter out the stones In tactical repose Voices escaping through the space beneath my door Ghostwriting ransoms that I’ve heard somewhere before But was it modern life, was it in my mind? And when I finally breathe in the circumstance, Unfolding answers along the way Conscious of all my friends’ pedestrian decay Voices escaping through the space beneath my door Ghostwriting ransoms that I’ve heard somewhere before But was it modern life, was it in my mind?
3.
The Loom 03:27
Mock decisions and solid ground Safe and sound Now forward momentum is compromised Stout convictions are obsolete In foreign sheets We hollow our concept of all design A memory like bending glass Division from the distant past Little notions are pulling me through Feels like a loom Raw resentment and no divine Ceramic skies Our pastel existence is proof enough Oceanic, inherent too Wading through The landscape our minds are disposing of A memory like bending glass A division from the distant past Little notions are pulling me through Feels like a loom
4.
Losing Touch 03:42
Feral eyes Harbor aborted moons Imitating language for a line Spoiled shade Drowns out the other room If only I was turning water into wine Has it kept you for a while? Sun faded radio dial Of summer’s fabled endless youth Now and then I slip into fables again And serve my incandescent bruise Well, did it follow you? Generate Splintered and empty prose All the names and families we forgot Give it time Fate loves to bend and bow It feels like Now we’re crossing into afterthought Has it kept you for a while? Sun faded radio dial Of summer’s fabled endless youth Now and then I slip into fables again And serve my incandescent bruise Well, did it follow you? Don’t you think I know what’s wrong? Caught staring out at the slowly dying sun Accelerating enigmas just for fun
5.
Angela 06:24
High In fluorescent bloom Walking in your sleep Staring down the afternoon Truant sun The night comes on too soon Low Soft enough to speak Waiting for the fumes Of familiar company Languid eyes Depleted by their view Isolate The absence of the truth Angela A goddess of the fool’s design We’re fleshing out the paradigm And she’s my girl Angela Remission for a poisoned mind Ethereal in rampant time But she’s my girl She’s my girl She’s my girl She’s my girl Faint, interrupted pulse Tangled in your throat I don’t want to lose your mind Photographs of reminiscent tombs Sound scattered by the coast Chivalrous and thin Bending like a paper plane repetition wearing out your gown Shallow words, but deep enough to drown Angela A goddess of the fool’s design We’re fleshing out the paradigm And she’s my girl Angela Remission for a poisoned mind Ethereal in rampant time But she’s my girl She’s my girl She’s my girl She’s my girl
6.
Seventh Seal 03:19
We’re floating in recycled time In amputated waking life Silent passenger behind the wheel Dissolving in a former haze The prodigy has come of age Tracing circles on the seventh seal Here is out of time And all there is Undivided Now in void’s embrace In form itself, a new kind of life Consequences out of sight The youth of unexamined life Careless laughter in departing tides The numbers in a swift descent Motionless as wet cement But difficult to recognize Here is out of time And all there is Undivided Now in void’s embrace In form itself, a new kind of life Nothing unfolds Slithering through horizons Here to render whole
7.
Stale Icon 03:24
I’m not obliged to A photoreceptor cavalry absorbing time, generating some state of mind Devouring costumes as scripted as champagne rosaries an exile for every fragrance that struck a chord But sometimes I cross my heart like a volunteer, an impulse I could never shake I’m right here, but once in awhile I can feel myself just melting fast in the arms of the state Now I feel a stale icon in the wake I'm an extension of funeral posture architects impostor pride feeding networks of satellites The plot's an invention so shed all your suitcase artifacts it's a franchise year for the bargain bin hemisphere But sometimes I cross my heart like a volunteer, an impulse I could never shake I’m right here, but once in awhile I can feel myself just melting fast in the arms of the state Now I feel a stale icon in the wake Now I feel a stale icon in the wake Now I feel a stale icon in the wake Now I feel a stale icon in the wake
8.
Don’t ask why Don’t orchestrate my lungs You’re running home like I’m holding the setting sun Passing glance Amused but all the while, Reflecting out on a canvas of highway miles And she knows she can’t move me again Like a fool I pretend I’m through I’m fatally connected too The equinox pulling winter out of tune Did I fall asleep with you on the way? Turning off There’s no complicated truth It’s not worth knowing if lines never lead to you But now and then I let synapses unwind The thought collapses fading like a bride in white And she knows she can’t move me again Like a fool I pretend I’m through And she knows she can’t move me again Like a fool I pretend I’m through I’m fatally connected too The equinox pulling winter out of tune Did I fall asleep with you on the way? I’m fatally connected too The chemical families are changing suit Did I fall asleep with you on the way? On the way
9.
Revenant Age 05:19
I’m feeling like The genesis of all design Is just that we’re thrown in the middle Forced to consider the code sent down our spine All mixed up Impressive when I press my luck Dodging all hoax opposition Mute indecision soaks every moment up Was it true? I can always turn on a dime, motionless in reflected time Did I hear your subtle retreat? It’s echoing through me. Complex carbons, false alarms and mass appeal Constructing our shallow understanding into something real The dusty phrases shed in stages through the past A revenant age reverberating in our lungs and laughs I know I’ve been Harboring a second wind Unravel our silent aesthetic It grows if you let it seep into your skin We’ll scrape along The aperture will prove us wrong Recording some foreign affection Draining attention from where it belongs Was it true? I can always turn on a dime, motionless in reflected time Did I hear your subtle retreat? It’s echoing through me. Complex carbons, false alarms and mass appeal Constructing our shallow understanding into something real The dusty phrases shed in stages through the past A revenant age reverberating in our lungs and laughs

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released November 16, 2018

Mirror Phrase was recorded between January 2017 and July 2018 at Mariage Blanc’s studio in Pittsburgh, PA. It was mixed and co-produced by Beau Sorenson in July 2018 at Tiny Telephone, Oakland, California.

Mariage Blanc:

Matt Ceraso – guitars, vocals, synthesizers, wurlitzer, mellotron
Joshua Dotson – bass, synthesizers, drum programming
Rich Kawood – drums
Josh Kretzmer – guitars, synthesizers, mellotron, engineering

Additional musicians:

Dane Adelman – trumpets on The Loom
Billy Ambergris—saxophones on The Loom
David Bernabo – string arrangement on Angela and Seventh Seal
Read Connelly – pedal steel on Stale Icon
Greg Decarolis – wurlitzer on Stale Icon
David Harding – strings on Angela and Seventh Seal

Artwork by Stephanie Tsong
Typography by Joshua Dotson

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