BLACK WOODEN CEILING OPENING
P.W. Elverum & Sun
Appetite
Domesticated Dog
In Moonlight
Blue Light On The Floor
Don't Smoke
Stop Singing
Bonus Tracks
Live At The Dept. Of Safety, Oct. 30th 2006
Appetite
Domesticated Dog
Don't Smoke
Stop Singing
In Moonlight
The Universe Is Shown
No Inside, No Out
Uncertainty
The Moan
Blue Light On The Floor
Appetite
A satiated bear sitting back on the chair
I'm full, so now how am I aware?
Our bones will blow away, but what do I care?
Mountain shape
Towns people's offerings
Are you still standing there, my delicate contentedness?
I’m unkind and soon I’ll be hungry
Are you coming over for dinner?
Are you coming over for love? (*?)
A hole in the side of the building
A crack in the mountain opens
Contentedness on its foundation
Of constantly waking up to obliteration
Of pieces of world and blown away bones
I'm full and I have found my home
Sitting up in the bed in the small town, at night
Mountain shape
Was that someone knocking?
It was my appetite, curious and wide-eyed
Two question marks
And then the door blew down
Domesticated Dog
Domesticated dog in the manicured yard,
Your master is inside watching Tarzan
Do you hear the yelling, operatic and feral?
Does it remind you?
Do you feel your teeth growing?
The levee will not hold the water back,
The ropes will not hold the gorilla
A family of rats in the wet paper bag
There's a sleeping giant
Under a net that we made out of freeways
With one eye opening right now,
At the bottom of the lake
Right now, at the bottom of the lake
In Moonlight
Walking down the road in the middle of the night
Singing this song to myself:
“I will find you, I will find you, I will find you, I will find you”
The wind goes through my clothing, saying:
“I will find you, I will find you, I will find you, I will find you”
Not even knowing what I’m looking for, by walking in the dark,
My life is just saying one thing:
“I will find you, I will find you, I will find you, I will find you”
Then all of a sudden there was a light
I saw my shadow on the ground
I thought a car was coming
I turned around, there was no car
It was me revealed in moonlight
What I find will be found easily
Only when I’m not looking for it
Without looking for the morning in the sunset
And like this, my will to live
Hides implied in my heart beating
Without looking for fulfillment but just accepting it
Blue Light On The Floor
Instead of roaring and rolling around,
Going on about the world I knew
In which the universe tears holes into our lives
In the far moon, in the dark night
Are the distances shown, huge and cold,
Wild, harsh and terrified
Now where I live the black night is built up
In a series of arches like a mountain of blankets above me in the snow
And I say "Hello Moon out the window,
You are nothing to me but some blue light on the floor in the kitchen."
"Hello little man in the house, glancing out the window and going to bed
This is the mountain above your roof, this is the space above your head
I know you’re comfortable in there, being content with what you have
Saying ‘No more hunting, this is it’ and sitting still for good
But you must come reconcile with me
This is the space above your head, the dark unfolding mystery
Come out, come out and see what you don't know"
Don't Smoke
Is it because there’s a little part of you that wants to be dead?
Or is it because your life feels empty without some ritual?
Or is it because the rebellion against the adults hasn’t ended yet?
Well, the adults sell cigarettes
And you are young and rich, for now
You have the ritual for free—you wake up each day, don’t you?
There’s no excuse to start smoking
Where is the rebellion in acting like a fuck-up?
Why not embrace simple health?
It is obvious there is work to do, strong and deliberately
We are the ones, we have to do it
No more parents, no more gods
Taking responsibility, living in the world on our own
There’s no punishment—only knowing what to do
No excuses
Do not wait
Go
Improve yourself right now
Stop Singing
The possibility that if I stopped clapping my hands in the void,
I would notice that I can't hold on to things
And the possibility that if I stopped bellowing my voice in the void,
I would notice songs that, all around me, sing
It looms in weather, lives buried in my days,
With all my songs and rhythms going
Like the darkness surrounding a flame
It's what I don't say with my mouth
It's my mouth open to breathe in
It's the open windows in the wall
Still, I go on and on describing the shape around the thing I want to,
But can not name
I go on and on in song, after song, after song, after song
And, though my long life feels busy and full of usefulness and drive,
I will sleep through every single dawn
And those I see, I will not really comprehend
And I will sing through every single song
About the spaces left when we stop singing
And I will do this with longing
Bonus tracks
Live at the Dept. of Safety, Oct. 30th, 3006
Appetite
A satiated bear sitting back on the chair
I'm full, so now how am I aware?
Our bones will blow away, but what do I care?
Mountain shape
Towns people's offerings
Are you still standing there, my delicate contentedness?
I’m unkind and soon I’ll be hungry
Are you coming over for dinner?
Are you coming over for love? (*?)
There’s a hole in the side of a building
A crack in the mountain opens
Contentedness on its foundation
Of constantly waking up to obliteration
The pieces of world and the blown away bones
I'm full and I have found my home
Sitting up in the bed in the small town, at night
Mountain shape
Was that someone knocking?
It was my appetite, curious and wide-eyed
Two question marks
And then the door blew down
Domesticated Dog
Domesticated dog in the manicured yard,
Your master is inside watching Tarzan
Do you hear the yelling, operatic and feral?
Does it remind you?
Do you feel your teeth growing?
The levee will not hold the water back,
The ropes will not hold the gorilla
A family of rats in the wet paper bag
There's a sleeping giant
Under a net that we made out of the freeways
With one eye opening right now,
At the bottom of the lake
Don't Smoke
Is it because there’s a little part of you that wants to be dead?
Or is it because your life feels empty without some ritual?
Or is it because the rebellion against the adults hasn’t ended yet?
Well, the adults sell cigarettes
And you are young and rich, for now
You have the ritual of waking up each day, and it will fill you
There’s no excuse to start smoking
Where is the rebellion in acting like a fuck-up?
Why not embrace simple health?
It’s obvious there is work to do, strong and deliberately
We are the ones, we have to do it
No more parents, no more gods
Taking responsibility, living in the world on your own
There’s no punishment—you know what to do
No excuses
Do not wait
Go
Go now
Improve yourself right now
Stop Singing
The possibility that if I stopped clapping my hands in the void,
I would notice that I can't hold on to things
And the possibility that if I stopped bellowing my voice,
I would notice songs that, all around me, sing
It looms in weather, lives buried in my days,
With all my songs and rhythms going
Like the darkness that surrounds the flame
It's what I don't say with my mouth
It's my mouth open to breathe in
It's open windows
Still, I’ll go on and on describing the shape around the thing I want to,
But can’t name
I go on and on in song, and song, after song, and song
And, though my long life feels busy and full of usefulness and drive,
I will sing through every single dawn
And those I see, I will not really comprehend, though I try
I still sing through every single song
About the spaces left when we stop singing
And I will go on forever
In Moonlight
Walking down the road in the middle of the night
Singing this song to myself:
“I will find you, I will find you, I will find you
I will find you, little guy
I will find you, secret self
I will find you, whatever I’m looking for
I will find you, I don’t know
I will find you, hidden world
I will find you”
The wind goes through my clothing, saying the same thing:
“I will find you, I will find you
I will find you, hidden core
I will find you, skeleton
I will find you, and beyond
I will find you, and keep blowing
I will find you,”
Not even knowing what I’m looking for, by walking in the dark,
My life is just saying only one thing:
“I will find you, I will find you
I will find you, hidden world and beyond”
Then all of a sudden there was a light
I saw my shadow on the ground
I thought a car was coming
I turned around and there was no car
It was me revealed in moonlight
What I find will be found easily
And only when I’m not looking for it
Without looking for the morning in the sunset
And it’s like this, that my will to live
Hides implied in my heart beating
Without looking for fulfillment but just accepting it
The Universe Is Shown
There’s no way you’ll get out of it
And, in this way, the universe is shown
"But I wasn't even looking for it!"
It doesn't matter, the universe is shown anyways
"But I had some other plans for the night!"
It doesn't matter, the universe is shown continually
"But my life is long and good"
Yeah, and from now on you must go in to (*?)
The universe is shown in song
No Inside, No Out
Because the pupil of my eye is a hole,
There’s no inside and there’s no out
The world is in me and I am in the world
Because my teeth are the visible bones
In my mouth of invisible songs,
A cave in the night is overflowing
There's no inside, there’s no suffocation
Being "in the world" is having scattered ashes
A cave at night is overflowing in song
There’s no inside and there’s no out
Uncertainty
Go out of your house before you go to the bedroom
Go out the door, go into the night
Walk past the parked cars, walk past the neighbors’
Walk past the dark, darkened corner, seeing, seeing nothing
The wild air says “Goodnight”
Alone and never showing, alone and never showing
Alone and never showing, at the edge of streetlight light
With one foot in the cold air,
The death/delight of not knowing
Where your certainty comes from
Half of your body’s hidden from sight
Your eyes have finished adjusting
And still you’re surrounded by an ocean of black
There are sounds now from all sides
Go back to your house and go to the bedroom
Go to bed having smelled the night
This is how uncertainty holds us
On the street in the wind, in a blanket in the snow,
Saying “Don’t get used to it, don’t get used to anything”
The Moan
In the night, after the bats come out,
I hear you howling
And I know no one and I hold nothing now that I hold you
This is how we howl
In the dark night on the unlit trail,
There's no way through but to crawl
Perplexed by the world around me,
There's no way through but to surrender my body completely to you,
To be eaten, to be gnawed, to fulfill the pregnant night,
And then to be born in the mornings
To be quiet
Blue Light On The Floor
Instead of roaring and rolling around,
Going on about the world I knew
In which the universe tears holes into our little lives
In the far moon, in the dark night
Are the distances shown, huge and cold,
Wide, harsh and terrified
Now where I live the black night is built up
In a series of arches like a mountain of blankets above me in the snow
And I say "Hello Moon out the window,
You are nothing to me
You’re as insignificant as some blue light on the floor in the kitchen."
"Hello little man in the house, glancing out the window and going to bed
This is the mountain above your house, this is the space above your head
I know you’re comfortable in there, being content with what you have
Saying ‘No more hunting, this is it’ and sitting still for good
But I know you must come reconcile with me
This is the space above your head, the dark unfolding mystery
Come out, come out and see what you don't know"
Appetite
Domesticated Dog
In Moonlight
Blue Light On The Floor
Don't Smoke
Stop Singing
Bonus Tracks
Live At The Dept. Of Safety, Oct. 30th 2006
Appetite
Domesticated Dog
Don't Smoke
Stop Singing
In Moonlight
The Universe Is Shown
No Inside, No Out
Uncertainty
The Moan
Blue Light On The Floor
Appetite
A satiated bear sitting back on the chair
I'm full, so now how am I aware?
Our bones will blow away, but what do I care?
Mountain shape
Towns people's offerings
Are you still standing there, my delicate contentedness?
I’m unkind and soon I’ll be hungry
Are you coming over for dinner?
Are you coming over for love? (*?)
A hole in the side of the building
A crack in the mountain opens
Contentedness on its foundation
Of constantly waking up to obliteration
Of pieces of world and blown away bones
I'm full and I have found my home
Sitting up in the bed in the small town, at night
Mountain shape
Was that someone knocking?
It was my appetite, curious and wide-eyed
Two question marks
And then the door blew down
Domesticated Dog
Domesticated dog in the manicured yard,
Your master is inside watching Tarzan
Do you hear the yelling, operatic and feral?
Does it remind you?
Do you feel your teeth growing?
The levee will not hold the water back,
The ropes will not hold the gorilla
A family of rats in the wet paper bag
There's a sleeping giant
Under a net that we made out of freeways
With one eye opening right now,
At the bottom of the lake
Right now, at the bottom of the lake
In Moonlight
Walking down the road in the middle of the night
Singing this song to myself:
“I will find you, I will find you, I will find you, I will find you”
The wind goes through my clothing, saying:
“I will find you, I will find you, I will find you, I will find you”
Not even knowing what I’m looking for, by walking in the dark,
My life is just saying one thing:
“I will find you, I will find you, I will find you, I will find you”
Then all of a sudden there was a light
I saw my shadow on the ground
I thought a car was coming
I turned around, there was no car
It was me revealed in moonlight
What I find will be found easily
Only when I’m not looking for it
Without looking for the morning in the sunset
And like this, my will to live
Hides implied in my heart beating
Without looking for fulfillment but just accepting it
Blue Light On The Floor
Instead of roaring and rolling around,
Going on about the world I knew
In which the universe tears holes into our lives
In the far moon, in the dark night
Are the distances shown, huge and cold,
Wild, harsh and terrified
Now where I live the black night is built up
In a series of arches like a mountain of blankets above me in the snow
And I say "Hello Moon out the window,
You are nothing to me but some blue light on the floor in the kitchen."
"Hello little man in the house, glancing out the window and going to bed
This is the mountain above your roof, this is the space above your head
I know you’re comfortable in there, being content with what you have
Saying ‘No more hunting, this is it’ and sitting still for good
But you must come reconcile with me
This is the space above your head, the dark unfolding mystery
Come out, come out and see what you don't know"
Don't Smoke
Is it because there’s a little part of you that wants to be dead?
Or is it because your life feels empty without some ritual?
Or is it because the rebellion against the adults hasn’t ended yet?
Well, the adults sell cigarettes
And you are young and rich, for now
You have the ritual for free—you wake up each day, don’t you?
There’s no excuse to start smoking
Where is the rebellion in acting like a fuck-up?
Why not embrace simple health?
It is obvious there is work to do, strong and deliberately
We are the ones, we have to do it
No more parents, no more gods
Taking responsibility, living in the world on our own
There’s no punishment—only knowing what to do
No excuses
Do not wait
Go
Improve yourself right now
Stop Singing
The possibility that if I stopped clapping my hands in the void,
I would notice that I can't hold on to things
And the possibility that if I stopped bellowing my voice in the void,
I would notice songs that, all around me, sing
It looms in weather, lives buried in my days,
With all my songs and rhythms going
Like the darkness surrounding a flame
It's what I don't say with my mouth
It's my mouth open to breathe in
It's the open windows in the wall
Still, I go on and on describing the shape around the thing I want to,
But can not name
I go on and on in song, after song, after song, after song
And, though my long life feels busy and full of usefulness and drive,
I will sleep through every single dawn
And those I see, I will not really comprehend
And I will sing through every single song
About the spaces left when we stop singing
And I will do this with longing
Bonus tracks
Live at the Dept. of Safety, Oct. 30th, 3006
Appetite
A satiated bear sitting back on the chair
I'm full, so now how am I aware?
Our bones will blow away, but what do I care?
Mountain shape
Towns people's offerings
Are you still standing there, my delicate contentedness?
I’m unkind and soon I’ll be hungry
Are you coming over for dinner?
Are you coming over for love? (*?)
There’s a hole in the side of a building
A crack in the mountain opens
Contentedness on its foundation
Of constantly waking up to obliteration
The pieces of world and the blown away bones
I'm full and I have found my home
Sitting up in the bed in the small town, at night
Mountain shape
Was that someone knocking?
It was my appetite, curious and wide-eyed
Two question marks
And then the door blew down
Domesticated Dog
Domesticated dog in the manicured yard,
Your master is inside watching Tarzan
Do you hear the yelling, operatic and feral?
Does it remind you?
Do you feel your teeth growing?
The levee will not hold the water back,
The ropes will not hold the gorilla
A family of rats in the wet paper bag
There's a sleeping giant
Under a net that we made out of the freeways
With one eye opening right now,
At the bottom of the lake
Don't Smoke
Is it because there’s a little part of you that wants to be dead?
Or is it because your life feels empty without some ritual?
Or is it because the rebellion against the adults hasn’t ended yet?
Well, the adults sell cigarettes
And you are young and rich, for now
You have the ritual of waking up each day, and it will fill you
There’s no excuse to start smoking
Where is the rebellion in acting like a fuck-up?
Why not embrace simple health?
It’s obvious there is work to do, strong and deliberately
We are the ones, we have to do it
No more parents, no more gods
Taking responsibility, living in the world on your own
There’s no punishment—you know what to do
No excuses
Do not wait
Go
Go now
Improve yourself right now
Stop Singing
The possibility that if I stopped clapping my hands in the void,
I would notice that I can't hold on to things
And the possibility that if I stopped bellowing my voice,
I would notice songs that, all around me, sing
It looms in weather, lives buried in my days,
With all my songs and rhythms going
Like the darkness that surrounds the flame
It's what I don't say with my mouth
It's my mouth open to breathe in
It's open windows
Still, I’ll go on and on describing the shape around the thing I want to,
But can’t name
I go on and on in song, and song, after song, and song
And, though my long life feels busy and full of usefulness and drive,
I will sing through every single dawn
And those I see, I will not really comprehend, though I try
I still sing through every single song
About the spaces left when we stop singing
And I will go on forever
In Moonlight
Walking down the road in the middle of the night
Singing this song to myself:
“I will find you, I will find you, I will find you
I will find you, little guy
I will find you, secret self
I will find you, whatever I’m looking for
I will find you, I don’t know
I will find you, hidden world
I will find you”
The wind goes through my clothing, saying the same thing:
“I will find you, I will find you
I will find you, hidden core
I will find you, skeleton
I will find you, and beyond
I will find you, and keep blowing
I will find you,”
Not even knowing what I’m looking for, by walking in the dark,
My life is just saying only one thing:
“I will find you, I will find you
I will find you, hidden world and beyond”
Then all of a sudden there was a light
I saw my shadow on the ground
I thought a car was coming
I turned around and there was no car
It was me revealed in moonlight
What I find will be found easily
And only when I’m not looking for it
Without looking for the morning in the sunset
And it’s like this, that my will to live
Hides implied in my heart beating
Without looking for fulfillment but just accepting it
The Universe Is Shown
There’s no way you’ll get out of it
And, in this way, the universe is shown
"But I wasn't even looking for it!"
It doesn't matter, the universe is shown anyways
"But I had some other plans for the night!"
It doesn't matter, the universe is shown continually
"But my life is long and good"
Yeah, and from now on you must go in to (*?)
The universe is shown in song
No Inside, No Out
Because the pupil of my eye is a hole,
There’s no inside and there’s no out
The world is in me and I am in the world
Because my teeth are the visible bones
In my mouth of invisible songs,
A cave in the night is overflowing
There's no inside, there’s no suffocation
Being "in the world" is having scattered ashes
A cave at night is overflowing in song
There’s no inside and there’s no out
Uncertainty
Go out of your house before you go to the bedroom
Go out the door, go into the night
Walk past the parked cars, walk past the neighbors’
Walk past the dark, darkened corner, seeing, seeing nothing
The wild air says “Goodnight”
Alone and never showing, alone and never showing
Alone and never showing, at the edge of streetlight light
With one foot in the cold air,
The death/delight of not knowing
Where your certainty comes from
Half of your body’s hidden from sight
Your eyes have finished adjusting
And still you’re surrounded by an ocean of black
There are sounds now from all sides
Go back to your house and go to the bedroom
Go to bed having smelled the night
This is how uncertainty holds us
On the street in the wind, in a blanket in the snow,
Saying “Don’t get used to it, don’t get used to anything”
The Moan
In the night, after the bats come out,
I hear you howling
And I know no one and I hold nothing now that I hold you
This is how we howl
In the dark night on the unlit trail,
There's no way through but to crawl
Perplexed by the world around me,
There's no way through but to surrender my body completely to you,
To be eaten, to be gnawed, to fulfill the pregnant night,
And then to be born in the mornings
To be quiet
Blue Light On The Floor
Instead of roaring and rolling around,
Going on about the world I knew
In which the universe tears holes into our little lives
In the far moon, in the dark night
Are the distances shown, huge and cold,
Wide, harsh and terrified
Now where I live the black night is built up
In a series of arches like a mountain of blankets above me in the snow
And I say "Hello Moon out the window,
You are nothing to me
You’re as insignificant as some blue light on the floor in the kitchen."
"Hello little man in the house, glancing out the window and going to bed
This is the mountain above your house, this is the space above your head
I know you’re comfortable in there, being content with what you have
Saying ‘No more hunting, this is it’ and sitting still for good
But I know you must come reconcile with me
This is the space above your head, the dark unfolding mystery
Come out, come out and see what you don't know"