Mirror Phrase
by Mariage Blanc
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Digital Album
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Gravel Shrines
03:38
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Ghostwriter
04:30
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The Loom
03:27
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Losing Touch
03:42
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Angela
06:24
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Seventh Seal
03:19
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Stale Icon
03:24
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Fatally Connected
04:08
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Revenant Age
05:19
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credits
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
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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- Track Name: Gravel Shrines
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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…. - Track Name: Ghostwriter
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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? - Track Name: The Loom
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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 - Track Name: Losing Touch
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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 - Track Name: Angela
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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 - Track Name: Seventh Seal
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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 - Track Name: Stale Icon
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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 - Track Name: Fatally Connected
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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 - Track Name: Revenant Age
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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