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Kite, Noah S.

by Noah Kite

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1.
In The Flesh 05:28
And I know you better on a cell phone screen than when we are together and if I come back whos to say this will last and if I trade a sense of adventure for feeling safe how do I know you will not go away trust in the flesh trust in the flesh she says with such confidence I cant help but second guess trust in the flesh trust in the flesh trust in the flesh trust in the flesh
2.
Gold Dot 04:41
when that gold dot dried I think that I thought my life would be clearer now but instead it left me a head sown with worries and a brow furrowed tried to plant some seeds in your path home be someone you know leave someone you know never leave never grow maybe its one of three guilded elipses that makes the other two a pair of freckles I saw on you like two burn marks from a virgnina slim set close together kinda like a colon never read the list that follows but I know my name is on it never read the list that follows honest honest honest it makes me nauseous to think about us to think about trust lust and love things below and above you cant get back whatever you think you had person, place, or taste for the truth you might think you’re young but coming together and coming undone are just two end of the same noose so I guess that I will let this gold dot be an end a period to the run on sentence it started its for the better, hell its for the best to let things like this die where they rest say a few words cross your chest and forget
3.
breath balancing on night air your guesses are good again this time say it like you couldnt be more right like youre going to kill it tonight breath balancing on night air your guesses are good again see to it you get yours I’ll see to it you get yours on nights like obsidian I’ll see to it you get yours when the feeling fights towards I’ll see to it you get breath balancing on night air your guesses are no good for future reference this isnt a safe distance I’ll see to it you get yours I’ll see to it you get yours when the feeling fights two wars I’ll see to it you get yours
4.
By The Hand 05:44
take her by the hand pull her in close smile a litte as you say it slow and if you say it right she’ll know its true but if you dont say it tonight x2 lilly white in the sun her body disappears the closer you get the more of it becomes a mirror thick glass send back everything you said the fear I guarantee is mostly in your head so take her by the hand pulll her in close smile a little as you say it slow and if you say it right shell know its true but if you dont say it tonight take her by the hand pull her in close say it in her ear so no one else knows that in this feeling shes not alone and by the end of the night if she likes you could take her home I guess to you it never occured all that matters is you like her maybe your scared that she’ll say yes would you know what to do next so take her by the hand pulll her in close smile a little as you say it slow and if you say it right she'll know its true but if you dont say it tonight take her by the hand pull her in close say it in her ear so no one else knows that in this feeling shes not alone and by the end of the night you could take her home so take her by the waist pulll her in close smile a little as you say it slow and if you say it right shell know its true but if you dont say it tonight
5.
Back in the states feeling broken and out of place like the post car crash shoulder blade trying to hammer this sense of home into shape when you wont touch me and you works what you balme or so you say its the weight but really I think you never forgave me for going away we’re on the edge of summer and the rest of our lives I can only guess but it would be easier if you would come to bed undressed and now its all out you know I cant live waiting to be found by those emotions you burried down in the foreign soils of common ground so I’m going to see what I can find and if its someone else dont be surprised if after I can still look you in the eyes when saying good bye
6.
the tv in the living room screams in french something about those recently wed with death but instead of around their fingers they put rings around their heads because as long as speak is free it doesnt matter what you said she cant look me in the eye with hers rimmed red so she lights another cigarette instead but she doesnt need to speak its curling in her smoke why cant those muslims take a joke right so why dont you go to place de la republique take a few selfies holding a sign that says je suis charlie with everyone whos just as pissed feels just as helpless who will forget this in a month or two oh but not you (no words, just melody)
7.
Lucifern 06:37
all those cigarette burns all those cigarette burns all those cigarette burns dark stars, lucifern most of the time you were always so quiet never realized there was a fire inside it but behind those wide eyes I should have seen smoke twisting around those roof beams all those cigarette burns all those cigarette burns all those cigarette burns dark stars, lucifern lucifern lucifern when I look at you I feel so small almost like nothing at all so theres something on fire on the inside turning your skin a negative of the night sky a light peppering of dark brown with constellations drawn in and around so I play connect the dots find symbols in your beautiful spots find the knots that run deep keep the canvas taught for me as I run my hands along your body all those cigarette burns all those cigarette burns all those cigarette burns dark stars, lucifern when i look at you I feel so small almost like nothing at all if this is peace I’ll kiss you now cuz at least I’m free to find out free to find out free to find out where we are going in all those cigarette burns
8.
she has my head and I’m sure that I wont be leaving this bed cuz that would mean the boy would have to be a man and she she doesnt know just how a heart unfolds but you do so how do you take off her clothes and I remember how it hurts the buttons torn from my dress shirt standing at the edge of her bed wishing it would burn again wishing it would burn again wishing it would burn again feeling the weigh of time wasted she looks pretty with short hair and I forget that my hearts not all there I guess what I’m trying to say is should I stay or should I care cuz we wont be friends oh when this ends it wont be fair

about

Municipal workers had strung blue stars and imitation icicles between the buildings after they'd ran out of leaves to rake. With their slow pulse cutting through my living room I'd try to weave songs out of the days events. I was spent after frenetically singing “Old McDonald," shouting colors, numbers, and animals at Parisian children for hours, but I’d take what energy remained and feed it through the guitar I’d brought from home.

And that feeling of home, specifically its reluctance to detach from the first place that held the name, was something I struggled with daily. How I spoke and the risks I took told me that what I considered to be its true form was still state side. My experiences were stories to tell the family and friends back there, in Portland, so the murder in the capital and the joy in the children as they shouted and sang, the violence after the Chris Thile concert in La Verriere and the runs through the wild portions for the Chateau grounds all collected in my chest to be delivered when I returned. In this way, at least at first, I was distanced from my new reality, and this disposition informed the album that followed.

Most of it took form in my Versailles apartment on a salmon colored futon below a poor Jackson Pollack imitation. I'd smell the scent of fresh pizza waft up from the shop below, eavesdrop on those who strolled my side street, and process a little isolation, the distance we digitally tried to shorten, the advances of another woman, violence in Muhammad's name or inflicted on me for fun or a cellphone, or think about the skin I couldn't touch but facetimed twice a week.

What's funny is that I chose to go to France to make a record, ostensibly to teach but really to write and learn, to actually record a bunch of songs in that little flat and emerge with 10 or 12 of them. But most of the experiences were too big to be captured all at once. Some had to find their conclusions in the states before they would feel complete. Some are still undone, perhaps waiting for me to go back.

What sense was made out of that era was funneled into the music that lives here. These pieces, this entire album, is a melange of several years, of travels before, after, and during a year teaching abroad. It's a richly orchestral depiction of a life spread across two continents.

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released February 9, 2017

All songs scooped up in an old Gibson or a weird 60's French classical guitar from les puces de Vanves by Noah Kite

Produced by Matt Thomson and Noah Kite

Arrangements by Noah Kite, Lily Evans, and Matt Thomson

Mixed and tracked at The Hallowed Halls, The Map Room, and Ivy League Studios, again by the inimitable Matt fucking Thomson

Master'd by Gus Elg at Root Vegetables of the Heavens

Artwork by Nika Alia States

Noah Kite - Guitars, Vox, Piano, Piano yells, The Creaky Chair at the beginning, Percussion, The Asshole in the middle of Cartel's (though it was more so lived than played)
Jeff Massingill - Drums
Robert Castillo - Bass
Morgan Mcallister - The Children of the Forest
Laura Gershman - English Horn
Mandy Gawf - Cello
Lily Evans - Violin, Hammond
Nika States - Harms Pro Plus
Mark Ricker - Rhodes
Jordan beck - Harms
Sebastian Jay - Tenor Sax
Timothy James - Trombone, conduction
Alec Trusty - Trombone
James Andrews - Alto Sax
Arias Beardsly - Supplementary Cello
Bryce Robertson - Trumpet

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