The Slee​-​Py

by Gerygone & Twig

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released 05 April 2013

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Gerygone & Twig Missoula, montana

Gerygone & Twig(worry not, we can't pronounce it either) is a troupe of indie songwriters from Alaska. Their music is a commendable brew of jangling silverware, twanging banjos, & rosy voices blooming from soft mandolins and guitars. After doubling their recent Kickstarter project fundraising goal, they have finished recording their debut album entitled the Slee-Py, to be released on April 5th. ... more

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Track Name: Latent Forenoon I
It is far too early in the morning to get out of bed.
It's far too early in the morning
To get out of bed
Just get out of bed.
Track Name: The Curvature of Sleep & Nod
The briefest beat before awake am I
My limbs are still gone, my soul is my eye
Sleep in, love, hold my face gentle
Our heads can float up (like balloons)
Together until the noon
The noon

Your dreams are under your lids, a paused parade
You're all that I can and need to comprehend
Sleep in, you can't even spell responsibility right now
Right now

You are nodding away but I'm so glad you're still here
You are the morning peony showers, you are the scent of love letters received,
You are the best idea that's ever breathed you are
Nourishment that never goes to waste
You are cranberry juice without the aftertaste
And I can't wait to see your eyes again
When they open

A man can never be quite at his best
So sweetie rest
The morning train has not yet come and
Audible still is the pitchy hum of the snoring sun,
Of the snoring sun.
Track Name: A Whip-Bird for the Luminary
My God, my God
My God

My God, my God
The glory of the morning as you put it
In my hands to survey
If all I knew was you I would be full

Lop the bough, from sands of the sea will spring up, somehow
A tree of your worthiness
Oh daughter lift your voice,
Oh daughter lift your voice

So who among us is still sleeping?
So who among us is still sleeping, sleeping, sleeping?

Two, three, four

I lie, I lie
I lie, I lie
Awake
I've become like a bird on a roof

Alone, alone
Alone, alone
On a mountain
Where I chose to flee from you

I've been a fool
But I'm coming back to you

I'm coming back to you
I'm coming back to you

So who among us is still sleeping?

Flight or ferry, I'm a bird to carry your voice
Somehow, a tree of worthiness, oh daughter lift your voice

Ba-buduh-baaaaaahh
Track Name: The Hippocampus is a Cramped Compartment
Say lady, could you kindly place
About five more tablespoons of sugar in the remaining space
Between the foam and the lid
Of my little itty bitty cup of energizing liquid?

Addicted, why yes, I'd say for sure
All I know is, it's seven o' clock again and I'm always running out of time
But I'm burning my tongue just to find some peace of
Mind you, I've barely acclimated to the bitterness
But I'm an over-sweetened coffee-sipping repetitive ceaseless mess

Oh, and perhaps there's toilet paper attached to my feet again
and shoot I left my brain at home didn't I?
And maybe my toothbrush is stuck in my hair and this morning,
Did I forget to put on underwear? Well who cares?
Certainly not me.

When it gets down to it, well I rarely do.
Sitting around letting my head turn into goo, over you
Can I drink this through my nose?
Hey, something smells like redundancy to me
Have I ever even accomplished anything?

Oh perhaps I haven't thought sane thoughts in days
But I don't know what day it is anyway
And maybe that burner's been on for quite a while
But I've been sitting watching strangers forget how to smile.
Are you forgetting how to smile? Well it'll happen again tomorrow.

Ooh, it'll happen again tomorrow
Are you forgetting how to smile?
Track Name: Kind of Leaving (That is Not)
The sun came in on a Tuesday afternoon and crawled in bed with me
He told me that my eyes were black, just the way he likes his coffee
And that everything is beautiful when you look close enough at it
But your justification for the way you love me was a concept I just couldn't get
My heart had run too far ahead, too far ahead, too far ahead

So come on and give me something I can go on
Just a little air to breathe
'Cause I'm gonna need something when you're gone
I'm the kind of leaving that is not

Call me honey, call me sweet; call me anything you want me to be
Just tell me you'll wait for me, 'till i'm much closer
I dreamt you were crying in my arms, you said, "I don't want to go"
And it had felt quite a bit like dying when I had to watch all of the falling snow
Break the dawn of tomorrow, tomorrow, tomorrow

So come on and give me something I can go on
Just a little air to breathe
'Cause i'm gonna need something when you're gone
And I'm the kind of leaving that is not
I'm the kind of leaving that is not
Track Name: Cerulean
Hello, sir
Hiding behind the counter in the baby blue
Can I borrow one of those little flighty verbs from you?

'Cause I've been inching up the hairs on the back of my neck,
yes I'll have to sit down as they stand up and
Centimetering through the bouts of cobalt in my mind's vault

Sit beside my baited beluga breath as I seek to peruse your wishes
As you pursue my doubts
Yes I seek to peruse your wishes as you
Pursue my doubts

Indulging finally under the indigo true in
A thought or two of you
Be quieter, I'll
Be quieter

A droopy pendulum, the namby-pamby thrum of wednesday continues on.
Track Name: Take a Powder, or Argosy Lake
Has the grass grown back yet
from the fire we didn't light?
Cradle days arose from the rent we never paid

Did you catch that sunset?
The last parade before the night
Elephants painting over plans we never made

Where did you appear from?
The middle of a vast expanse
An apparition that sank right next to the shore

Danny walked on the water, turned the handle to a door that opened
(Wide up) to the sky
Sunlight stolen by the lilies, underneath the bellies and the bile,
oh why?

Can I see right through you,
or is there glass still in the way
Of spray-paint faces growling at the moose licking your limbs?

Have we grown up too soon?
Apparently a trifle late
A whipper-snap could never teach me how to swim.

Danny walked on the water, turned the handle to a door that opened
(Wide up) to the sky
Sunlight stolen by the lilies, underneath the bellies and the bile,
oh why?

Lovely evening it was, when we were the four of us
Speaking words we'd only admit in a song

What is it you've become?
Sometimes a subject of romance
Everything you had, lost to the banks
In parting ways you've gained much more

The walls may soon be falling
Leaving no life to insulate
From danceless floorboards may spring up a brighter face

Danny walked on the water, turned the handle to a door that opened
(Wide up) to the sky
Sunlight stolen by the lilies, underneath the bellies and the bile,
oh why?

(Then I walked, cuz you walked) Then we walked on the water
Turned the light on in our eyes that opened
(Wide up) to the sky
Morning broken by the silence
Underneath the bellies and the bile, oh why?
Track Name: Evening Script
The night makes up for what the day is not
In the form of people crying
And lying in their bed and in their head
To one another

And the night doesn't know what a smile is
And so, he doesn't know you
And he certainly does not know me
The night takes pride in not being able to see

Ooo-oo

Shadows creaking softly
As if they can't sleep without you looking at them
Oh timidity, the silence is louder than an elephant parade
Reminding you that you have owned fear before, you have owned fear before
You have owned fear before, mmm

And the night makes up for the sights we saw
The blanket of blindness and
We couldn't stop it
We couldn't stop it if we tried
Not even if we wanted
The devil is behind every doorknob
So hey maybe someday we won't fear the dark anymore
We won't fear the dark anymore
Fear the dark anymore, mmm

Ooo-ooo

So pots and pans, dish washing machines
The night leaves no time for cleaning,
Or anything, so go back to bed
Devote your eyes to the ceiling, mmm