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"Subtly unusual songs, with gentle surfaces that belie their churning
depths. Abrupt twists in the lyrics, and understated surprises in the
music, tend to make listeners lose their balance and fall into an
unusual place." David Garland - Spinning On Air - WNYC


released April 1, 2006

on Watrehouse Records

songs and most instruments by Morgan Caris.
recorded and mixed by Erwan Broussine at Waterhouse.
mastered in Paris by Stephane Garry.

viola: Catherine Maroleau
backing vocals: Vanina Leschi
flute on Saddled Up: Pauline Callandreau
lead guitar on Childhood: Olivier Dao
occasional bass by Erwan Broussine



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Track Name: The Branch
I wanted my life's work
To be like an ever-growing forest
So vast that you could lose your way in it

But this branch is all I have to show
It's withering and untended
There is nowhere it can take you that
You haven't been before

And you left it at your door
Track Name: I Do Not Love You Anymore
It was all fake
A long and steep mistake
Like a dream from which we wake
With nothing in our plate
And no words while our worlds quake

Why do you come around my door ?
I do not love you anymore
And all the rings, the wedding bells
I gave them all to someone else

It was all you
I never had a clue
Until you drifted from my view
Our happy storm is through
What's left rusts it's broke bust and bruised

Why do you leave notes at my door ?
I do not love you anymore
The things you said I did so well
I did them all to someone else

And I know grace
I've seen it's ugly face
Hidden in a lonely place
With lonely gauze and lace
The old joy, the old coy embrace

Why do you dress up like a whore ?
I cannot see you anymore
And all the lies you said I told
I have none left to ease your load
You know damn well what is in store
I do not love you anymore
Track Name: Lay Down Your Arms
Don't come to me with forevers
I love you more with each new day
But there is nothing everlasting
And Death blows promises away

Don't tell me I don't have no secrets
There's still a place I wanta be
There's still a path I haven't wandered
But I'm afraid of where it leads

Let me hold your hands
Your arms, your sides
The small of your back
Your shoulders and
Your wrists, your thighs
Your ankles and I'll
Find my way inside

You say I don't deserve emotions
That my devotion isn't true
You say I gotta find my place
Well my place is inside of you

So don't be hasty in your judgment
Don't pull the bag over my head
For there are many here who hunger
And there are many who despair

Lay down your arms
Your hair, your gown
The scroll of your spine
Hand me your head
Your waist, your breath
Your nipples and I'll
Find my way inside
Track Name: Crow Black Harm
I don't eat well, I don't sleep well
I don't wash and I don't comb
I don't answer the phone
I don't try to move along
Is there something I'm doing wrong ?

I don't laugh and I don't smile
I don't leave the past behind
I don't take the helping hand
I don't try to make love last
Is there something I didn't grasp ?

Now crow black harm
Is coming on
And I'm all out of light
So I set the child in me on fire

I don't love and I don't talk
I just lay there like a rock
And I wait for it to pass
And I spill beer in the grass
And I try to pick a fight
Is there something I'm not
Doing right ?
Track Name: Girls
When you're alone
There is no one to pull you under
When you're alone
There is no one to break your fall
When there is nothing
Left for them to plunder

They leave without a whisper
They leave without a glance
Because you have nothing
In your hands
To make them want to glance your way

When you're alone
There is no one to keep you caged in
When you're alone
There is no one to keep you warm
And if you try
To keep all of the rage in

It breeds a world of anger
It breeds a world of pain
Till you surrender
Half insane
Half wishing you could start again

I've seen the mortal danger
I've seen it hide away
It's very treasure, just in case
And no one ever looked your way

I've seen the mortal danger
It breathes, it is my friend
It is my saviour, my mistake
The one thing I refuse to fake
Track Name: Happy Things
It's the happy things
That make me cry
When they're within my grasp
And I let them pass by
Like wild game
You could never tame
I know better than to try
I can only watch them
Disappear within my mind

Though I couldn't be your other half
Nor the one to make you come
The ties are not undone
Like a lion fed
I will lay my head
On whoever's thighs are warm
It may not last forever
But it's hard to live alone

It's the happy things
Like holding each other tight
Or the kindness in the smile
A stranger gives sometimes
But when it comes of course
I'm like a frightened horse
I go kicking all around
I throw it off my back and
Watch it shatter on the ground
Track Name: River Song
We used to go
To the slow
Moonlit river

I'd slip my hand
Into your pants
And make you quiver

And when we'd tasted each other

We'd lie and rest
Half undressed
To the sound of water moving
Track Name: Childhood
Childhood was I happy then ?
I don't remember it all that well
I would have ended it by now
If it wasn't for the cinema

And I know it's getting late
The food is aging in my plate
Feels like I've passed my expiring date

Like a lonely vegetable
Waiting in my cubicle
I'll never amount to anything
So what have I left to give ?

What is there left to say
When at the closing of the day
Feels like the world has passed away ?

Dull, blank and lusterless
Clumsy, unadorned and colourless
I never liked me anyhow
I wasn't made for anytime

Still I wanted you to know
Yeah I wanted you to know
Moonlight came upon my worthless shadow
Track Name: Saddled Up
Saddled up and alive
But not the strength to go anywhere
And this sickening sky
Never clears up above our heads

We must be getting old
Nothing is new
Few emotions are shown
Their face beaten and blue

I'm, not inclined to meet anyone
I tried, but the walls are too thick, too high
I know, all too well
I'm bound, bound to fail

Uptight when I look at your changing ways
I try not to seem too depressed these days
But silence arrives
And it tears down my guise
Track Name: Sweet Wife
You have been my friend
For several years now
And I've never seen you
So sad or so quiet

So let us go out
Let us have some relief now
Let's mix with the crowds
Let's have ourselves a ball

We will find you a sweet wife
We will find me a whoring

We will find you a sweet wife
So that I can betray you
So that her and I
Can betray you
Track Name: Postcard From A River
I found a room where I could live
The winter's gloom is bound to give way
I'm trying to be a painter now
I'm trying to rid myself of art somehow

And I'm sleeping through the mornings
Through the silence of the mornings
I'm glad, I'm glad

You asked the man to play our song
I didn't know we had a song to play
The ice has covered the river now
There's nothing but a broken plough
The winter's wrapped itself around
The house, the sky is coming down

Do you remember the skating rink
Do you remember how you used to think
Are you afraid to tell me now
Are you afraid to tell me how
How you lost your integrity
Your supernatural therapy
The weight has finally come around
The idleness has brought you down

And you're sleeping through the mornings
Through the silence of the mornings
I'm glad, I'm glad
Track Name: Mouldings
She's got a moulding
Of her left hand
And she holds it to her chest

Trying to feel
The pulsations
Trying to quiet the unrest

That's taking place
It's taking place
Behind the armour of
Her smiling face

She wants a moulding
Of her features
Of her face and of her feet

Sometimes she says
She wants a double
Made of stone or of concrete

To take her place
To take her place
Then she could disappear
Without a trace
Track Name: Running Dry
Our hands are in a knot
It's all I'm thinking of
The shape of your elusive arms
Naked by the light

I bring it all back home
Where it don't belong
I stash it in my tiny house
And leave the door ajar

I gotta find a new career
I gotta really try
I'm drowning in this atmosphere
Running dry

I'm digging my own track
No use in turning back
I'm swimming round in circles
It feels that way sometimes

Like a cat that is too weak
To stand
I lay around in corners
Of whatever room I can

I gotta find a volunteer
And space enough to thrive
This loneliness has got me near
Running dry