Jump Of Flame

by Clara Engel

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This is my first studio recording.

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released February 1, 2004

All songs written and performed by Clara Engel

Engineered by Dov Tiefenbach. Produced by Clara Engel & Dov Tiefenbach.

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

photos of Clara by Emma-Lee

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Clara Engel Toronto, Ontario

Guitarist, songwriter, singer, visual artist.

Based in TO.

Portrait of Clara by Yuki Komura

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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
Track Name: All The Cherries
all the cherries bleed for you
and the baskets break
trumpets blow a desperate gold
and sing the earth awake

all the cherries bleed for you
the archers limp uphill
their feet are stained
a sweet deep red
their eyes are drunken with defeat

cause victory tastes
like cherries
and longing smells
like a dead summer fire
you wanted them both
you tore the sun up by the roots
and planted a cherry tree

all the cherries are black and spoiled
dry fine dust along along the green
the howling wind wails
if only she had hands
to murder the cherry tree

cause i wandered half the earth for you
my nerves melt into my bones
but the taste is gone
i cry to the birds, to the sun
and summer doesn't care
she just folds her arms

cause victory tastes
like cherries
and longing smells
like a dead summer fire
you wanted them both
you tore the sun up by the roots
and planted a cherry tree

all the cherries bleed for you
my mouth is full of sores
a sick sweetness hangs
on my breath
like a drunken lizard panting fire

all the cherries bleed for you
and the baskets break
all the archers are drunk with love
they hold torches to your face
Track Name: Black Licorice
black licorice
staining your cheeks
like the bitterest bruises
it's all on me
black licorice
staining your hands
these ropes of sour music
it's all i have
black licorice

black licorice
twist into crowns
this walk's our empire
sewer, smog and dirty ground
black licorice
staining your lips
like bruised petals
flies hover round

we don't have to toil the earth
or eat bread of sorrow
or curse our days of birth
or pine for tomorrow
dug through the trash to pluck
the sour seed of defeat
and now it's black licorice
til we're sick in the street!

black licorice
oh
gimme some
black licorice
oh
gimme more...

black licorice
staining your cheeks
like the bitterest bruises
it's all on me
black licorice
staining your hands
these ropes of sour music
it's all i have
black licorice
Track Name: Absinthe Drinking Man
i wish i was
the absinthe drinking man
in a lethal blue

warm throated silence
a window to the cold
wash my hands
in a blue basin in the back kitchen

just like the wind
licks the candle
plucks it soul-first like a feather
vision turns to crystal
in these late leaving hours

i wish i was
the absinthe drinking man
in a lethal blue

if you find the kingdom
where the waves are slowly heaving
and you're just another hopeless patient
dying by the sea

if you find the kingdom
stench of gasoline and lilacs
where the day-lilies grow and the nights are warm

i wish i was
the absinthe drinking man
in a lethal blue

if you ask for mercy
in these blue rooms
by the ocean
as you feel the sickness rising
in your throat

if you cry for mercy
your hands stained with tobacco
and the ditches full of rot
between the flowers

i wish i was the absinthe drinking man

i wish i was the absinthe drinking man

spread hands upon the table

mouth stained and puckered sour

in a lethal blue