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On Separation

by David Wimbish

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1.
Someday, I will find myself again all my branches have died, it seems, to the winter's wind I need the spring to come and pierce the clouds, remind the sun of why it used to love this land Have I got scales on my eyes, or are they the natural lens? It's hard to say that we're right when we're running with the wind I met the devil in my mind, he looked like a saint with love that binds instead of coming in But somedays when I forget I am me, I feel this greater spirit moving through the streets and everyone looks just as lost and found, and loved, and known as I'd ever hope to be Now my brother's upset that I got the ring and robe but I'd just as soon be a slave than a king running down that road I'm coming home, and won't do it alone But somedays when I forget I am me, I feel this greater spirit moving through the streets and everyone looks just as lost and found, and loved, and known as I'd ever hope to be Oh, someday I will find myself again but until that time, I guess I will just pretend
2.
Today she dropped the glass and shattered many things and you had not yet thought of where you'd set your ring do we seem more in love than you used to think? where is your white dove, your flood, your ship to sink? We made a bed for one from places made to sit and I tried to shape my love to stoops and drinks and kicks my thoughts were wordless, your heart spoke loud enough and your tears were no match for my dark tattered cuffs and I felt guilty for the warmth inside my bed and want was dripping till we'd filled the house with it I tried to turn my circles into plain straight lines but we both knew inwardly the depth of saying, "I'm fine." a stable address will not shred your papers, or bear all the fruit of your unequal labor what you thought were roots are just fallen dead branches that break up beneath the rust machine that passes and the passing of time is the moon pulling seas and the meaning of "mine" lost its plurality you're not hoping for signs, you're not begging for "please" but don't cut through the knots when they untie easily and churches, barns, and clocktowers, they all have rafter where light hangs and swings like ironic laughter a rope in one hand, a pen in the other I drop one of them, I think of my mother I know you feel half, but you look whole to me I know you feel halved, but you look like a hole to me
3.
This ol' train can't seem to catch its breath what town or plain that I've now strayed is only the moons guess I thought my home was a stone inside my shoe it leads me like light to see what I can find of you I found that what I wrestled was not an angel, but still broke my ankle I tied your dreams to the tracks before I moved but woke up to find that what's left of me is what's still left of you and the peace in your eyes when you cry makes me hope that true joy will come to me when I die I found that when we wrestle, I fight like Cain, you fall like Abel so why am I who's left unstable?
4.
The ever gracious sun wrapped the rays of its light 'round your dancing body as I sat, quiet as morning, on Crow Creek Hill. We did not speak of love, no, it built like a static between our folly. These moments used to hold me like a windowsill but it feels just like a ghost now I can see right through this life somehow The ever gracious blood dripped down like coffee from a cross in the cathedral people nail their guilt to its arms like a prize then the choir stood and sang out a collective apology on speed dial a return to the chorus could open up our eyes but I sing just like a ghost now I can see right through this life somehow and I sleep straight through the waves that crash against our bow It's amazing that we've made it this far between the storms and time it takes to see the shore well, I've been weighing my options, they keep breaking my scales and you've been letting the dogs in, sheltering them from the hail and the truth that I found was true in the time that I needed but that same truth skipped town the second it saw that my wound would not stop bleeding
5.
Watching the heat try and escape your lungs drink always emptying but never done I wonder if our love depreciates with each word I'm sure I mean when its too late and back and forth, I try to play the chords that show why I afford to leave you by my door and when we speak, we only say nothing in more words than we need till we feel we can leave sank into my car and watched your taillights wave wondering how far our hearts are now away I chase the notes like they're my currency watching you go, I see you've paid dearly and back and forth, I wrestle with the Lord to grab his vocal chords and make the notes move forward but when I sleep, I dream we're galaxies, we're slowly colliding till we can dance endlessly

about

Each song on On Separation deals with different aspects of disconnection, whether it be marital divorce experienced by my friends lately, or self-imposed loss of close friendships from the past.

After working on trying to make highly produced recordings with my band, the Collection, I wanted to use this album as a "return to roots", so to speak, with a bit more "homemade" sounding recordings. My house is loud, and at times the TV made it through the walls, or someone slamming the door, or washing dishes. It felt right to let these honest journeys be accompanied by the real sounds of living with three other people.

I have a tendency to add more instruments than necessary to most songs I create, but I wanted this EP to focus more on songwriting and vocal performance, so I tried to limit myself to just Vocals, Guitar, and Strings. There are, obviously, a few songs where more than those instruments crept in. But even when you hear percussion or bass, it is probably just a cello being slapped.

These songs are some of the most personal I have written, and I'm honored to get to share them with you. Thanks for taking the time to listen, and I hope that you enjoy them!

Cheers,

David Wimbish

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released June 30, 2015

All songs written, performed, and mixed by David Wimbish.

Album photo by Whitney Keller.

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