Kite, Noah S.

by Noah Kite

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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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Track Name: In The Flesh
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
Track Name: Gold Dot
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
Track Name: Above The Falls
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
Track Name: By The Hand
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
Track Name: The Cartel's Prophecy
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
Track Name: Charlie Weakly
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)
Track Name: Lucifern
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
Track Name: Yours To Take
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