Blue Cotton Skin

by Petracovich

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Petracovich's first album, come to be with the great help of the Nord Lead, Jessica's first workings with electronic music. Recorded with Tad Wagner at Buonapasta Studios in Santa Barbara over a year's time, with great patience and fun.

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released November 23, 2002

Jessica Peters - vocals, piano, nord lead, acoustic guitar
Tad Wagner - guitars, programming
Bruce Winter - Bass
Andrew Giakumakis - Drums

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Petracovich San Francisco, California

Dreamy folk pop that is lyrical, poetic and full. Jessica of Petracovich plays the piano, with some banjo and bells and lots of clicky sounds and shakery things. She hikes hills, changes diapers, and loves to sing in bars.

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Track Name: Nighttime
Nightime
Journey to the moon
On the back
Of a big firefly
Take us up above the city
Your hair
Picks up all the light
Tropical fish in sky
Take a ride take a ride take a ride take a

Come on
Take me for a ride
Open window's the sign
Staining blue, soaked into my cotton skin
See now tinker bells in bloom
Leave your room for the sky
Take a ride take a ride take a ride take a ride

Nightlight glowing from the wall
Little god
Scare away, keep at bay
Elfish shadows want to fool me
Dimly, dimly lits the road
Creatures move very slow
Coming close coming close coming close coming close

Join them underneath the fern
Lit right through from the moon
Looking down,
I don't mind if she can see me
Track Name: company
Moving you from your chosen seat's like rolling away the stone
Queen Anne's Lace so delicate and quiet
Hands are green from trying to pull you up

Cause you can't feed someone who isn't hungry
Or has no taste for you
And there's some sorts of food that you must eat with company
And this is one of those afternoons

Moving you from your chosen seat's like
Opening cathedral doors
Two feet wide and ten feet high
Holy faces smile down from the wood
Sincere as a mountain
But just as tired
You'd sooner stay where you are

Cause you can't feed someone who isn't hungry
or has no taste for you
And there's some sorts of food that you must eat with company
And this is one of those afternoons

It's breathing behind me
I'm too scared for moving
Like running through water
It's like getting you going

Oh you can't feed someone who isn't hungry
Or has no taste for you
And there's some sorts of food I'd rather eat with my friends
And this is one of those afternoons
Track Name: Footsteps
So she walked into the room, laid down on the couch
oooh
Goes and boils a pot of tea, lift the lid, drop the leaves
ooohh
So don't listen for the door to open,
Here in the city it is no use keeping track of all the cars

Outside it softly starts to rain, greets her like the family cat, holds her in the room like hands, holding something made of glass
Quiet down now baby rest, and just listen to me fall.

She sits there for a long time, in the teeth of her mind
oooh
Oh, I need to be alone with me
Somewhere in the country
Where there's chance of hoping
For footsteps

aaaaaah