Jump Of Flame

by Clara Engel

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    Full album download yields FOUR TRACKS in your choice of 320k mp3, FLAC, or just about any other format you could possibly desire.


    Your purchase allows me to keep making music. Thank you! ~CE


    FULL TRACKLISTING:
    1. Charcoal Morning 6:22
    2. All The Cherries 6:45
    3. Black Licorice 5:39
    4. Absinthe Drinking Man 8:21

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This is my first studio recording.

credits

released 01 February 2004
Engineered by Dov Tiefenbach. Produced by Clara Engel & Dov Tiefenbach.

Musicians: Joel Dalton, Betty Dimo, Dov Tiefenbach, Emma Heath-Engel, Clara Engel.

photos of Clara by Emma-Lee

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tags: alternative apocalyptic folk blues experimental folk gothic Toronto

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“Clara Engel’s voice comes to me from that deepest of all places, imaginative space, from which she visually retrieves an inner landscape converted by breath into the rock equivalent of poetry. Rarely has a voice sounded so authoritative, so unapologetic in its disclosures, so sure of its direction in going home into song,” - British poet Jeremy Reed

*Banner Portrait of Clara by Yuki Komura* ... more

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Track Name: Charcoal Morning
in the charcoal morning on the back stairs
hands on his knees
he retraces his birth
to the wick
the jump of flame
the double-hearted cry from the belly
it's the orphanage for memory
where senses melt and wail
clawing at the windows
it's the rifle next to the heart
beating in its metal
it's funny how memory runs
like rides in a midway
til the lights are so fast
that suddenly you become the midway
light ripping through your veins
hitting grand central at your heart
til you land in a heap of electricity
and tears

dressed in mourning
dressed in mourning
every colour has its dawning
every colour has its dawning
hands on your knees weeping
dressed in mourning
dressed in mourning every colour has its dawning
hands on your knees weeping
these memories wound ghostly
around the poplar trees
and the soul's liberty
what does that mean?

it's the bird that flies through your window
lands, and sings on your bedpost
when you sit up
it's flown

in the charcoal morning on the back stairs
these things wept on the ground
walked through the morning
walked through the morning
invisible
like a homing bird
drawn to the root
to the scent of your birth
feel the light falling through the poplars
looks like a beautiful day to come home