My Ceremonial Life

by Jacket Thor

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released April 1, 2014

Recorded in a bedroom in Berlin, CT.
All songs and artwork by Ryan Kalentkowski.
Mastered by Tyler Bisson at Audio Geography Studios, Bethel, CT.
Thanks to everyone for support and everything!!!!

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Track Name: Static at the Western Rock
an urge to wake
crispy air lends itself to my neck
and it asks me,
“what warmth do you have left?”
and I said,
I said,

“I’ll drain my demons by bleeding,
convince the dead to reason with my feelings,
feelings”

I keep my eyes
on that red fence,
a color of the most jagged sense
and I’ve found a way
to keep the static at bay
till you return

“I’ll drain my demons by bleeding,
convince the dead to reason with my feelings,
and I’ll,
I’ll drain my demons by bleeding”

crispy air maneuvers its hairy tongue again
and it asks me, “where have you been?”
and I said,
I said, “I’ve been convinced”
Track Name: Our Nails
we believe in lights
and they are with me when you’re not
our nails are swift pretenders,
grow as our harvest rots

and all our ease is on the roof
what a sight
darkness warms our bodies in the night
darkness warms our bodies in the night

and we see bodies behind red fence
and we see bodies behind red fence
Track Name: Bookshelves
I’ve been gone so long
from this state of mind
and it feels so good to just
swim and blush
and sing the songs
that other voices sing so well

I’ve been gone for not so long
all the bricks are still the same
although a year and some change
is never enough to change their ways
I didn’t think so

bookshelves that talk to themselves
bookshelves that talk...
bookshelves that talk to themselves
Track Name: Ode to Lunar Phases (Revisited)
on its ropes,
the full moon comes too soon
fortune, it knows,
glowing, old balloon
adhere to its truth

blessed harvest
we’ll pick
the barbed wire
sets the tone
when it’s sewn, interlocked
spirits cut to the bone

all hail, the full moon before you
on my own terms
the seasons grew
all hail, the full moon before you

now we lay here,
equilibrium of joy and fear,
swallowing sterile floors,
await our escape at the door

all hail, the full moon before you
on my own terms
the seasons grew
all hail, the full moon before you

on its ropes,
the full moon comes too soon
fortune, it knows,
glowing, old balloon
adhere to its truth
like fury, to soothe
as the Earth
splits in two
Track Name: Hand Gestures
anger in an automobile
if there’s another way
to communicate
then I’m all ears,
then I’m all ears

but these hand gestures
will have to do
until you run me off the road
but these hand gestures
will have to do
until you find and burn my home
Track Name: Clay Pigeons
carry me brightly
on one side of
parted road
street lights will lead me
like ghosts from home,
like ghosts from home

and I won’t leave,
in transit with me,
we are speeding to say
that are brains are like circuits
and our bodies like clay,
our bodies like clay

“clay pigeons”, “clay pigeons”
Track Name: Lake Zoar
I’ll take mine
and you’ll keep yours,
Lake Zoar,
I feel your teeth in mine
I feel your teeth whisper to me,
“someday, we may meet”

I’ll take mine
on Route 34,
Lake Zoar,
I feel that grinding halt
words to a problem unsolved
the Earth is your sea
and we may meet

we shake hands on Saturn’s rings
we watch the Earth
and the way it sings
we’ll plummet back down
we’re like seeds in the ground
as we raid Earth’s core
for wealth
Lake Zoar
Track Name: Marigolds
I saw that specter
in the shadowed wall
I saw its teeth as it grilled me
mighty tall

so this is purgatory
so this is purgatory

arms lined with marigolds
kissed our mouths
arms lined with marigolds
wear us down
wear us down

that night on Park Street,
where we sat and ate
you were hungry
I was hungry

I saw that specter
in the shadowed wall
I saw its teeth as it grilled me
mighty tall

our godless bodies
spread to godless ground

cults of songs in worship
will surely wear us...
cults of songs in worship
will surely wear us...

arms lined with marigolds
kissed our mouths
arms lined with marigolds
wear us down
arms lined with marigolds
kissed our mouths
arms lined with marigolds
wear us down
wear us down
Track Name: My Ceremonial Life
I’ll follow spirits home tonight
into their arms, into their lives

deliver me, like cold snakes
from their belts and their waists,
but I’ll be heading home
and I’m fine with that
I’m alright with that
bad taste still haunts my bones

voyeur,
may be a child of the night,
and until dawn, ceremonial life

deliver me,
like cold snakes,
from their belts and their waists
but I’ll be heading home
and I’m fine with that
I’m alright with that
bad taste still haunts my bones

I’ll follow spirits home tonight
into their arms, into their lives