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In My Chair

by The Magic Hour

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1.
Fool's Waltz 02:39
All the endings they write for the pictures in Hollywood have taken their toll We believe that the answers to life lie with someone else, so we lock ourselves out It’s a fool’s paradise It’s a fire on the ice Better get yourself right before long They say that the devil comes cloaked As an angel of light, a cold lullaby Strange as the blue up above or the unruly thrill of love, you can’t look away It’s a fool’s paradise It’s a fire on the ice Better get yourself right before long All the dreams collide When you close your eyes
2.
Ensnare me in the middle of your kelp, way down And deeper, electric depths of the sea, sea inside The night encircles the daylight, which just might cave in What becomes of me if I’m just a little smudge of self Or smaller, a shadow memory, split wide The velvet tug of the incline, I just might fall in The lone boat’s hard shell dances on the glass above In my memories I’m just a little girl, that’s all Pirouetting in the auditorium, oooh-oooh Acoustics round like a cave wall, I’m so small, I’m gone Acoustics round like a cave wall, I’m so small, I’m gone
3.
Birds are lurking just outside, drifting down and staying Windows full of glassy eyes, singing our refrain If I go, what will follow me, if I fall asleep Can I float beyond our hideaway, can I be released Huddled by the fireplace, we warm our hands and sigh You share memories of dancing in a love-worn field at night If I go, what will follow me, if I fall asleep Can I float beyond our hideaway, can I be released The sky pushed hard on the lid We flop around, we fold within Smokey trees are in cahoots with the quiet of the town Fingers pressed into the glass, feelings pulsing out If I go, what will follow me, if I fall asleep Can I float beyond our hideaway, can I be released
4.
Tired Eyes 01:58
Got those tired eyes don’t you Walked a few hard miles it’s true But it’s more than time that’s got you blue I’d love to ramble round town like we used to But that old world’s a million miles away Dreamed of living in ragged splendor But I was living like a great pretender Now I’m walking through fire trying to walk the line I’d love to ramble round town like we used to But that old world’s a million miles away
5.
Driving back from San Francisco Fog is the thickest I’ve ever seen I’ve rolled down every window To feel like air has some kind of meaning ‘Cause I have been away darlin’, away darlin’ from me Funny how I tend to forget I built everything I bitch about If I were on a stage right now in the spotlight Maybe then I’d be a funnel for the truth But I have been away darlin’, away darlin’ from me Nobody’s drawing an illustration May as well be invisible Driving alone’s the exact destination Both away from and inside of home I’ve got people who need me That’s got nothing to do with this One day I won’t be able to tell you What it feels like to live in so much mist ‘Cause I have been away darlin’, away darlin’ from me
6.
You can go anywhere when you're somebody else A suitcase of voices like carillon bells Your shoulders like teeth and your spine like a log You swerve and you sail through each layer of fog So long for a while I'll be back with a secondhand style But how much will it take and in what currency When there's no reference to home and nobody to please Just a tarnished old sword and a stag on the wall And a portrait of Icarus after the fall So long for a while I'll be back with a secondhand style This ain't the first I felt like the world was a stage Words are like arrows piercing the rapturous days How did I never notice this shrewdness in you It covers your eyes like a curtain of blue Oh daddy oh daddy tell me what do you see When you move through the world like honey through tea So long for a while I'll be back with a secondhand style
7.
You’re growing away from me and that’s OK It’s all about the letting go, nothing stays the same We cultivate a quiet field where love is a living thing Once upon a time we were something now we’re something else But none of that matters at all Everywhere I go reminds me I have you but I don’t have you right here The way I did before You’re growing away from me and that’s OK It’s all about the letting go, nothing stays the same We cultivate a quiet field where love is a living thing You knock about the world so beautifully and clumsily Just human, just human after all I hope you can forgive me when one day you see I’m just human too just human after all
8.
In My Chair 03:23
It’s a sonic grey afternoon Head floating away like a cheap balloon Do you hear me now? Can’t follow you to wherever you are They say it’s cold and the walls are streaked with tar Do you hear me now? When you staggered in desert like a sad ballet Lights flared in the sky like menacing birds of prey Driving back later with a case of beer I played the fool and you rambled like old King Lear There’s a pattern to the robin’s weep A lyric sent to the seekers and to the sheep Do you hear me now? In my chair I’m a voyager A pilgrim climbing a tall and ancient fir Do you hear me now? When we drank in Rome thinking we were high on the hog We woke up sick and poor like a destitute pack of dogs All that time spent running just to hit the floor What was it like when you opened that final door?
9.
It doesn’t matter What kind of home we built in spite of disaster Like some teenager turning mud into plaster I’d say we made it but life moved too fast to notice And I’m left wondering just how the story settles on an end Do you remember All the pointless little things that didn’t matter Like a leaf clinging hard in September You wanted coziness but I was so distracted So many fresh starts after never really starting to begin, ooooh Spectacularly I wanted to be Another version of myself But at the end of the day when the light rolled away I was empty as a bell Ringing with a sense of sublime Unconscious to the gift of time In the dead of winter When the firelight’s always gonna linger And we’re doing our own things, but we’re tethered I’ve got my heart in my pocket that’s next to yours Some kind of circle round the fire that’s still making its course
10.
What a hazy time, got me drifting in the pale moonlight Got me sifting through this moth-eaten mind Got me wondering if we’re even alive As I fumble this rhyme Won’t be so long, remember when life was a torch song When sleeping all day made us more strong To impress on the fools There’s a river that runs through the heart of my old town That gathers the sinners and glory-bound ‘Til they wash on the shore What a curious life, our patrons slowly twisting the knife Our medicines to bury the strife Our reveries of magical flight As I cover my eyes Won’t be so long, remember when life was a torch song When sleeping all day made us more strong To impress on the fools There’s a river that runs through the heart of my old town That gathers the sinners and glory-bound ‘Til they wash on the shore
11.
The absurdity of your ringtone is my little joke Booty calling at midnight, right on the stroke Desire pricks the back of my mind The only thing that matters is tonight Like I’m tucking into something selfishly mine Alone at home the next morning, staring at the fridge Reconciling the factors, stupidly complex You bring me to the ugly side Fluorescent lights illuminate my mind Tired of getting into nothing good all the time My bedroom on a slab spinning on a windmill of bedrooms Stars pierce all the darkness and your hands pierce all of me You’re nobody special, I’m no one too I’m just groping my way to Timbuktu Collapsing through the rooftops of my mind Slipping as the tunnels twist and wind Ooooh
12.
Washed Away 02:56
I once saw a moon turn hearts to hellfire I stood like a fool, like a bird on a wire As night turned to day It all was a dream, washed away I once saw a man so lost in demise He rushed and he swayed, head filled with wine Eyes turning strange His words like a fog, washed away When you hear that old call You’ll know where you are All you can do is smile I once saw a man throw pearls before swine He stood like a fool, heart filled with pride As night turned to day It all was a dream, washed away

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Music Video for "In My Chair": vimeo.com/543478060
Music Video for "Tired Eyes": vimeo.com/543394930
Music Video for "October in Lockdown": vimeo.com/544043221

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released April 28, 2021

Abby Fammartino: Bass, Vocals, Percussion, Water
Eric Hickey: Guitar, Keys, Percussion, Vocals, Space
Dean Gorman: Guitar, Vocals, Keys, Light
Karen Wood: Guitar, Vocals, Drums, Keys, Time

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The Magic Hour Portland, Oregon

We write and record songs using a magical process of social isolation and layering. Our unique "hot potato" technique creates musical vignettes that live in a swaying and occasionally danceable water-colored dreamscape.

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