The Temptress

by Kathryn Dearborn

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released 04 July 2010

All music and lyrics by Kathryn Dearborn except "Exit Music (For a Film)" by Radiohead. All songs published by Obscure Celebrity Music (ASCAP) except "Exit Music (For a Film)". Produced and engineered by Kathryn Dearborn. Album art by Forrest Kameron and Kathryn Dearborn.

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Track Name: Josephine
Josephine, she is twelve feet
she leaps into the sky
Josephine is part machine
she shrivels, we all die

one day God will come for us in our playhouse,
in our mind
Josephine waits patiently
she shrivels, we all die.

Josephine does not believe
in love found in the dark
Josephine, have you ever been up sand hills in your car?

Dawn will always come for us
and the drifters say goodbye
Josephine waits patiently
she shrivels, we all die

Hey Josephine
it's no game, Josephine
no pearly gates, Josephine
just today
Track Name: Library Books
When you're laying in the grass
it can be soft, or it can prick your ass
what is the point of an aeroplane?
it can take you far, but everywhere's the same

what is the meaning of a library book
sitting on a shelf between me and you
what is the point of memories
that I don't even want
that only hinder me

I know the feeling, it's hard to explain
like a library book stuck open on one page
I leave it to dust, maybe even for years
when I find it again, it's like God is near

it's not God and he's just a simple man
the old synapse path is firing again
so there's me,
and there's this shelf
storing volumes on why I hate myself

on the other side
there is a man
who hardly knows who I am...
Track Name: Clownfish Walk
One fish
two fish
red fish
blue fish
orange fish
hates this
wants to
get out of it

anemones
anemones
she has too much of these
feeding
and teasing
they'll never last without her

one step
two step
I think
I overslept
faster
faster
must get behind my desk

coming and going
not sure if I'm growing
or standing still



...as we bow our heads in prayer
to a God man made from air
claim accountability
grant yourself your liberty.
Track Name: The Smoke Can Rise
I am a bird and I am hurt.
I broke my wing
I cannot sing around you
I splint my wing and lit it afire
now I no longer fly
but the smoke can rise to the sky

I am a bird and I can't use words
they catch in my throat and come out like a warble
but in my mind and maybe yours
the meaning comes out right
the translation's not so horrible

I am a bird,
and you're a goat or you're a llama
but we can be friends if we can hold off on the drama
I like your coat
and I like to hope
if it's not too much to ask
I hope that's not too much to ask
Track Name: Band-aid
Band-aid,
you are my band-aid
and I will never rip you off

good pain
I remember good pain
and I'm not sure where, why, or when
it stopped

So why should I be afraid
of causing my band-aid pain?
It's crazy, I'm not even bleeding blood
so why should my band-aid stay?

Band-aid, don't cry tonight
I'll never rip you off
though lint collects around your edge
we'll just watch TV instead
and I'll push aside those feelings that reside in me
that in order to keep you happy
I'm ripping myself off
Track Name: Willow
the willow is a lonely tree.
I have counted all its rings.
they didn't tell me anything.
its secret is not safe with me.

he is rich soil, but I can't grow
because of what I buried below.
there are stories in the ground.
curious, I dug, and look what I found.

the willow is a lonely tree.
I have counted all its rings.
they didn't tell me anything.
its secret is not safe with me.
Track Name: The End
I remember the end
swells of anger rose
and fell in rhythm with
the waves of regret

she tore his shirt off her back
and threw it to the floor
and watched its blurred, chaotic form
against the dirty carpet
as she crumbled, whimpering to the floor

I seem to forget
how it all began
and yeah, I know what the Bible says
I used to wish it made sense
I used to wish it all made sense

It's the agony
and the irony
and everyone
and everything
all living in a symbiotic submarine
in the sea
you and me


you're just what I need
a fitting cross to bear
sitting never suited me
I'll hang on your beams
till I'm the fallen apple
keeping your grass green