Own your own physical copy of Marc M Cogman's fourth full-length, Albatross. Only a limited number of CDs have been made available. Included in your order is an exclusive download code for a second album: Ink and Hollow Bones: the Albatross Demos, available for free a month early for those who buy the Albatross CD.
Comes in a lovely digipak with artwork by Marc's collaborator Edward C. Simon.
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Oh Elizabeth Murphy, you pale cotton cloud, in the hour of my longing, you rain in my mouth, but I give you no warning of when I’ll come back around. Yeah I leave you waiting for me patiently, with our concrete city etched in my memory, to the glass and the money and the magic I seek, to the liminal light and the rippling blue sea. I’ll come home to you one day with stars where my eyes should be. Yeah I’ll be the albatross, you be the sturdy tree. You be the lighthouse and I’ll see you flickering.
In the houses in hills I can make my own destiny, with the names from the radio, gods of the silver screen. So I learn all my lessons, like the rest of the crowd: don’t shake hands with heroes, they’ll just let you down, fall off their pedestals, fracture their fragile crowns. So I lay out the table with those who worship me, and I give the performance, the one they expect to see. And all the cold melodies, sung through my teeth, fall earthward like icicles down at their feet, and add to the infinite list of forgotten things. Yeah I’ll be the biter and they’ll be the hand that feeds. I’ll just keep guzzling and they’ll just keep pouring drinks.
But scratching in books just don’t do the trick anymore, so I’m panicking like I never have before. So I make my escape under cover of night, just as broken and foolish as when I arrived, to turn up at your door in the city I left behind. I’ll be the swirling dust, you be the beam of light. I’ll be the crying child, you be the lullaby.
But that was just another fantasy, because you weren’t there to wait around for me.
When your car crash came, you flew from your seat, shot straight through the windshield and into the street, and your body lay still as you closed your eyes to sleep. And the sky swelled up with the siren melodies. And the gathering crowd exhaled their silent grief. And you died like all of my foolish childhood dreams.
credits
from Albatross,
released February 25, 2014
Marc M. Cogman - vocals, acoustic guitar, harmonica
Andrew Perusi - electric bass
Kyle Fredrickson - lap steel guitar
Chad Copelin - accordion
Patrick Hanlin - drums and percussion
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