Crepusculo

by Petracovich

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1.
I have never met my father They say he left us for another Her name was Wanda, her name was prison, her name was free And my name’s lonely, My name’s orphan My name’s please If you see me walking I look at faces I wonder if your blood’s in me You’re just a stranger, a fellow walking down the street And if you see me, smile gently keep going Heaven Help the Day you ran from home Cause I don’t know if I want you home If I want you back who left me all alone Yah I don’t know if I want you home Heaven help the day you come I’d make you worry, I’d make you want me, I’d make you sit at home, wonderin’ where I’d gone Uh huh I’d make you love me, I’d make you love me then I’d leave you all alone Heaven help the day you come back home Copyright Jessica Peters Malmberg 2009
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Mockingbird (free) 03:21
Once I had a mockingbird He left town without a word Left me singing all alone Through the window, wait for him He sang I loved it when he sang I loved it when he sang And I I sang his unsaid name I sang and then he sang Once I had a mockingbird On my back and in the tree IN the tree and in my ear In my ear he sang to me he sang He sang I loved it when he sang I loved it when he sang And He sang my unsaid name He sang until I sang My love my love my love my love Did you come here just to go away? Heard my song, he heard this bird He came back without a word Sang to me this mockingbird From the tallest branch this bird Sits where he can see the world From the south without a word Proud and gentle shameless bird I loved it when he sang
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Baby I’ve been feeling so gone Lyin in a field for so long Under wings and buzzin things If I listen good I’ll live long Harvest ball you’ll be free of me Of the darkest spark of evenin' I’ll return as water bird Greatness fill the river of my blood I will take you darling Deep into the evening I will take you darling Deep into the night They’ll say whatever has happened Some will tell and some won't listen We saw silver sail glisten O’er the sea, she’s gone to find her (love) Where has she gone, where has she flown Lightness lifting hollow bone Feathers holding wind to a home That was there long before she was born I will take you darling Deep into the evening I will take you darling Deep into the night Come my little darling Deep under my warm wing I will take you darling deep into the night The truth comes out I’m light as air without you The truth comes out I often think about you Baby I’ve been feeling so gone Lying in a field for so long Under wings and buzzing things Listen’ to their every day song After long I learned their ancient Tellings and I took their secret I fly over where we summered And from my high heart I send my love My love My love Oh my love
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Try to make me unsad Just try makin me glad It’s the day’s to declare And it’s what I must wear It goes on lightly Like a summer colored dress Blue sky clouds, pretty with my tears Breeze does pick it up and make it sail Graceful float ‘nough to make me lie down And sleep it off Lie down and watch the drift Lie down and sleep with it Lie down Bring the golden dreams They hover out side my reach Blue shadow and cool stream I lie in the shade of a tree I wear it lightly Like a summer colored dress Blue sky clouds, heavy with my tears Breeze can pick it up and make it sail Graceful float Enough to make my lie down And cry it out Lie down and sleep it off Lie down and watch it float Lie down
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Truck drivers bend in my mirror Square noses curve like the road By purple fields and farms Green from the rain doesn't stop It will be spring six weeks ago Water is rising level to the road Geese flying over us Going back home Slow mothers carrying loads Blue cabs, gray clouds hanging low It's quiet out here on the farmlands Quietest part of the run
6.
San Rafael 04:05
Coming over the hill to San Rafael on the 101 The sky is purple against red brake lights Watching the stars appearing over the dark outline of the hills Slowing down in front of flashing signs Oh Cars Cars are drifting, cars lining up miles, miles and miles Oh , I don’t belong here all caught up inside Listening to the night We sit still, impatient Night is coming, We’re all going home Hands on the wheel with our radios To the west hills go to bed They’re calling me where I belong If the traffic stops I’ll float above, alone, above Oh, cars Cars are rivers cars lining up miles miles and miles Oh I I am lifted into the sky slipped into some old light Up up over lights and droning motors Over dew and honey grass and sleeping deer Over rollers, hills with backs like dinosaurs Floating over time a thousand years ago Sailing Sailing quickly I will soon be in the ocean air Sleeping mountain where my heart is heard Let me down on slanting sides The breeze my breath, the grass my hair I will fall asleep to waves and waves… in my ears
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Big Heart 03:56
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Dark Woods 01:34
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My baby boy Driftin on the world I Think of you as I Fall into landmines Baby boy I think of your soft hair I'm floating through morning To touch on the fields You are this perfect The morning sun shines on the dew Of the flowers It's just a mornin It's just a sunrise If it is my last one I would have you close to me.
10.
Miramar 02:27
They took the blue from the roof And the beds from the rooms Put an ad in the news for sale From the highway I drive You can see through them right Through the rooms to the sea, you see the sea Oh my, it’s a shame, farewell Dismantling the old hotel Oh the years of the sand Behind my ears and in the bed Sister song, sing it loud, farewell Well they just couldn’t kill See a place has a will And the villa never was built Flowers grew tall and filled Wells of stairs, cracks in pools It was beautiful old as the hills Oh my, it’s a change, farewell The vines have taken the hotel Wrapping up and around It’s going home it’s going down To the heart that’s underground, farewell Green is marching, green is taking over Oh my, it’s a change, farewell The vines have taken the hotel Flowers orange, golden crowns It’s going home it’s coming round To the heart that’s underground, farewell
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To the boy who was caught Crashed the car and gave up I saw your face As you fell to your knees I don't know what you did I saw them look for something I don't know what you did I saw them in the grass I don't know what you did I cried for miles after I don't know what you did Just like your mama will To the boy who gave up In the Oregon Sun To the red shining lights And the dogs waiting by I don't care what you did I saw them pointing their guns I don't care what you did I saw your arms raised high I don't care what you did I cried for miles after I don't care what you did Just like your mama will To the child who was trapped Guns at your back It's not your last Chance Why'd you do what you did You've fallen hard upon the pavement Why'd you do what you did The sun is shining kind upon you Why'd you do what you did Let it go, take it off, take it off here, Why'd you do what you did Spread it out on the ground it feels good To give up
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instrumental
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We must’ve been birds We must’ve flown And carried no weight Our shoulders lifted by the air below We must have had feathers And woken and spoken together And leaned in to each other To feel the warmth that gathers under the down And I You’re mine You’re mine You’re mine We must have made nests We must have made sense Things are going so well We must have made sense This love is floating so well Love’s in your arms arms You must have sung I heard your song And crafted and gathered and praised the tree Where we would raise our young And we We died, lived by each other

about

Crepusuclo (cray-poo-skoo-low)means twilight in Spanish. It’s the time between night and day when all turns to glow and birds fly around the bell towers. It is the beginning and the end. It is full of the small beauties of watching the world and the spirit of a little boy, and life as it keeps going through heart ache and great love.

This third album of Petracovich was recorded in Portland with John Askew, Jessica pregnant with her first child. Wooden floors and windows, an old piano full of songs of great songwriters past, banjos, bells, drums and harmonium, we worked to record these songs honestly, simply, with bare heart and open voice. A lot of hummus was eaten, and tortillas and kefir, that baby was a-growin.

Max Diez of Audio Outsend came up to play the drums, and Tad Wagner, producer of the past two Petracovich albums, added guitars from Santa Barbara, with his usual great ideas and energetic creativity. The process was wonderfully open as we melded tracks from Jessica’s home studio, and Secret Society (Portland) into the mix. Cory Gray played shiny horns, playful and dark at different times.

We decided to wait to release the album till after the birth. When beautiful Otto made his entrance into the world, it was clear that something was wrong. An accident with the cord in the womb caused injuries that allowed him only 8 days on the earth. Days of silent tears, sweet holding, and so much singing and tenderness and love, of comforting and guiding his passage.

Otto’s birth and passing changed everything about the album. Many songs seemed to be written for this event, even though most were written before his conception. “You are This Perfect” is a love song to a baby who was not yet in existence, yet it seemed to be a gift that floated down, almost in one piece, to a mama-to-be for his coming. We sang it to him over and over when we has here.

This album is his, his spirit is woven through it, and we are grateful for the recording of this part of his life. Grateful for music to get us through.

Based out of San Francisco, Petracovich is Jessica Peters with an old-world version of her family name. Her great-grandfather came to the US from Russia at the turn of the century, and one of the only things Peters knows of Abraham Petracovich is that he loved to listen to the New York Opera from the radio in the living room. Out of respect for the music, he would always wear his best suit.

Many years later, his 9 year old great-granddaughter would be at the piano, practicing Chopin and Debussy, which evolved into writing unrequited-love songs in highschool, and spending her 20’s in long, blissful hours on a living-room floor, creating sounds and beats, twisting knobs, tinkering and writing.

credits

released July 7, 2009

Produced: John Askew and Jessica Peters Malmberg
Mixed: John Askew
Mastered: Roger Seibel
Jessica Peters Malmberg: Vocals, keys, bells
John Askew: Bass
Max Diez: Drums
Tad Wagner: Guitars
Heather Houseman: Cello
Cory Gray: trumpet, euphonium

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Petracovich Santa Rosa, 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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