Bright Works And Baton (EP)

by Cast Spells

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released 11 August 2009

All songs written and performed by David Davison
produced by Jason Cupp and David Davison

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Track Name: Glamorous Glowing
From up north there are songs that have been sung
by the largest loudest lungs
you can find them all in the glamorous glowing

And from up north when I heard your towing song
I knew you wouldn’t be towing long
you won’t have to not where you are going

And from up north when I heard your towing song
I knew your shell would all be gone
you won’t need it here not where you are going

And you don’t have to sing a last song
But we can all just play along
And hum with bright works and baton
Yes you will find them all in the glamorous glowing

And all our imprints are chalky bones
And all that we built we’d lay at the thrown
If in our travels we could find our way home
We are searching
We are searching

From up north there are songs that have been sung by the largest loudest lungs you can find them all in the glamorous glowing

And from up north when I heard your towing song I knew you wouldn’t be towing long you won’t have to not where you are going

And you don’t have to sing a last song
But we can all just play along
And hum with bright works and baton
Yes you will find them all in the glamorous glowing
Yes you will find them all in the glamorous glowing
Yes you will find them all in the glamorous glowing
Track Name: War Story Hellos
We knew the content roots of trees we knew
Were half grinning at the coughing cylinders
And while conversing with clouds we spoke up far too loud
And got swept beneath the mower blades of the paralyzed old plow

War story hellos
War story hellos

We mouthed tragic relations between
the spaces and the vowels
and we slipped under the mower blades
of the paralyzed old plow
and I know its not your fault
but it doesn’t make much sense
to pose all your living relatives
close with all your deceased friends but

War story hellos
War story hellos

You knew
That drawing chalk lines would only bring flowing floods
And you knew

We knew the content roots of trees we knew
Were half laughing at the sounds they heard above
And while conversing with clouds we spoke up far too loud
And got swept beneath the mower blades of the paralyzed old plow
Track Name: Potted Plant
Let’s forget the big cold buttons let’s see what we can track through with warm boots
And with shock ivory helmet eyes we’ll watch storming through keyholes in your living room
And that’s where we’ll listen to the chatter of our inner architecture

You swear that photosynthesis is never an intention of a selfish sun
And that all the months that start with ‘J’ should be replaced with under represented ones
That’s when you’ll enlist the animals to join your cause and to begin a hunger strike
And for all the crops to scream eclipse and hide until the management does what they like
And that’s when you’ll take on the foreman role and take the matter into your own hands
And since you always cursed the sun as selfish won’t let me be your potted plant

Let’s forget the big cold buttons let’s see where we can go now with our new shoes
And with shock ivory helmet eyes we’ll watch storming through keyholes in your living room
But since you’ve endorsed this spectacle there’s not much left for me to say to you
Until recently it seemed all of the wrong things had eluded you

That was until you wanted me to
Topple all the fences in your neighbors yard
Topple all the fences in your neighbors yard
That was until you wanted me to
Topple all the fences in your neighbors yard
Track Name: Pioneer Scalps
All that was brass swung slow
The overlapping tongues of a folding chair
And I make it hard I know
For you to care

And I’m not asking to hold back now
But you’re not making any sense at all
And all the pioneer scalps are falling out of your bag
And all the colors in their hair remind you that you’ve gone too far
And all the pioneer scalps are falling out

All that was brass swung slow
The overlapping tongues of a folding chair
And I make it hard I know
For you to care

We hope that somehow
We hope that somehow it makes good
We hope that somehow
We hope that somehow it makes good



And all the pioneer scalps are falling out of your bag
And all the colors in their hair remind you that you’ve gone too far
And all the pioneer scalps are falling out
Track Name: American Quilts
The muted applause of rain
Sleeves wrapped like licorice on the back seat of a train
Splintered driftwood half moons on my tongue
And other things
The backs of leaves
Should have warned us from
Like laying down in piles
And laughing all along

Jackets sewn like an American Quilt
Jackets sewn like an American Quilt
In a smile the patience of sea salt
smoothing the shards of a bottle
Reminding us that we’re here
Reminding us that we never left
Reminding us that we’re on our way home

We made sand from a shaker
Previously lent to the beach by us
We were palm brooms finally learning to stomach their salt
That’s when she said there are so many things I would thrown in the ocean when I was younger but
Underneath couch cushions seems a less obvious good bye
I agreed and continued to build her an ash tray in the sand

The muted applause of rain
Sleeves wrapped like licorice on the back seat of a train
Track Name: A Badge
Someday I’m going to come home with a bag full of everything you want you know
Someday I’m going to come home with a bag full of everything you want
And I’ll be carrying flowers like a soldier holds a gun
And I’ll be carrying flowers like a soldier holds a gun
Someday I’m going to come home with a badge that says exactly what’s on my mind
Someday I’m going to come home wearing that badge and I’m going to wear it all the time
Someday I’m going to come home with a badge that says your mine

Someday I’m going to come home
Someday I’m going to come home