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Pink in each, bright blue, bright green

by Dave Scanlon

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1.
Beast you met me King claw from the sky Fuck the heights you spoke from And the garden you ate from And fuck me Lord brought the beast clean the earth in sea
2.
Water’s no crop I’d offer I wished you’d offered first Water’s no crop I’d offer I wished you’d offered first We live strictly for each other arrangements Fend off lonely claims aimed to distract our verbal arrangements Each day I cut my hair Each day I cut my hair Calendar fueled by the body’s crop I’d like to be in your harvest Keep the day’s growth in jars I’d like to be in your harvest Water’s no crop I’d offer I wished you’d offered first We live strictly for each other arrangements Fend off lonely claims aimed to distract our verbal pursuits I’m no grass bordered ocean neither dramatic nor desolate No rare bird Nor heavenly sent Calendar fueled by the body’s crop I’d like to be in your harvest Keep the day’s growth in jars I’d like to be in your harvest
3.
Everybody knows Past pictures brought past ghosts Floral pattern pleased our partnered host Lover your body’s brought to sad men Everybody knows Sad voices sing sad notes Absent face and absent eyes Her back bent and closed eyes you are copper greening in open air lover your body’s brought to sad men
4.
your daughter called him love She might’ve well been newborn but other men knew that daughter ain’t my daughter And I know how beauty looks She’s girl behind your money And the position she prefers is a costume she’s worn for so long And it ain’t no suit And it ain’t no business of mine I’m gonna focus on the frame We saw walls grow I’m gonna focus on the frame We saw walls grow Your romance was beautiful when framed A well lit picture shows no sides It bats eyes plays games and knew names She’s girl behind your money And the position she prefers is a costume she’s worn for so long And it ain’t no suit And it ain’t no business of mine My melancholy she expected I’m gonna focus on the frame We saw walls grow I’m gonna focus on the frame See sides of shapes My home’s not large We saw walls grow I’m gonna call in sick I got no reason to go in and I’m gonna call in sick Call up a girl I know
5.
Kingfisher 01:49
One kingfisher and a whippoorwill Maybe I saw two
6.
Metals mine Heirloom cloth Words for tears And pictures Fabrics fine Color touched Pink in each Tone Rented room First awake Brighter blue Bright green Parallel And then opposite Over here See
7.
Animal knew love The child brought a new love All done well Prison got the man free Your girl sold the family All done well
8.
Common Law 03:08
Mirror me attractive songs Common law said time brought truth No don’t right these wrongs Small town Behave well Behave for far too long Keep me captive keep me pure Mirror me attractive songs A Childs not Obliged to Anything Anything gone long enough Became legal and the truth
9.
We’ll ride in your car And let god decide If buttons stay buttoned If shoulders stay clothed for now If barely you speak to the taylor who treated you To loosely woven loosely laid Taylor dressmaker body portrayed All living We’ll ride in your car And let god decide If buttons stay buttoned If shoulders stay clothed for now If barely you speak to the Taylor who treated you All living
10.
Palm Plant 02:58
Where’s your night going I’d like to watch Partner talking partner doing nothing at all Buy fruit buy nothing written Partner you partner me what’s written is enough for me Write who your king be Wild you may be Who does your talking who kisses your feet Who’s been growing who’s in need of light Passion flower child taking Palm plant waving the day away Write who your king be Wild you may be My heart know nothing written
11.
No shared space and a wire ran from you Two hands and what they’re tied to Cable to the sky Cable to the sky Each of your constraints brought new breeding New life new bodies and old seeming I took my things I took my family I took my car Packed with lamp shades and milk crates and your bizarre baby girl’s kitten’s birthday dress No shared space and a wire ran from you Two hands and what they’re tied to Cable to the sky Cable to the sky The only romance I know Is from the midwest to the southwest all your failures bought in gold No shared space and a wire ran from you Two hands and what they’re tied to Cable to the sky Cable to the sky Cable to the sky brought a voice to me The stove’s safe and it’s all my empathy And I’m independent questions and the mystery remains Whether you separately repeat all my wondering
12.
Indoors 02:14
Painted boxes our love immobile I’m hiding with you Glowing boxes micro systems micro climate I want no movement I want you hiding I want you clear All life be internal and indoors I have no needs Sounding brass and resonate reed Games played and life made between four walls Introduce through introductions Introspective inspections I want you to be unseen I want you to be physically contained I wanted you to be internal and indoors I want you to periodically bury your hair I want you to live in a sphere I want music to be heard without sounding I want to wear matching canvas clothes I want to be unknown and unknowing I want daylight to never change I want our forgotten bodies to be nothing but clocks I have no need to go outside
13.
Thick Air 00:32
It’s no dark room and it’s no secret Lowly whitewashed and quiet resolve Precise as she might be vocal Patience pushed past thick air
14.
Luxury 02:59
I’d like to be your luxury Adorn your waring tools And ornament on your tree Seated with silver and wearing your jewels The taste of meat and cream Follow you to sights unseen And what can we do with these rich times Serving me serving you Citrus and sweet Worry by me you will find three moves back to two Pattern please you I will give you each day a new Call on me come court me New additions and simple decision Id gladly serve your severity I’d like to be your luxury Worn for wearing with no need Purposeful leisured purposefully And what can we do with these rich times Serving me serving you Citrus and sweet Worry by me you will find three moves back to two Pattern please you I will give you each day a new

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“This is sacred music written for my own personal practice. If it is at all utilitarian, I hope that it encourages you to create something for yourself.” -Dave Scanlon

The songs on Dave Scanlon’s new record Pink in each, bright blue, bright green are endless. Their verse-chorus structures start and stop but leave the impression that, in a parallel listen or elsewhere, they were in fact unending. The instruments are sparse. The words are sparse. The spareness of the songs calls forth their “oneness,” illustrating their singularity -- that this music was written, recorded, and performed alone. The songs’ austerity create a texture that could pour from a songwriter under the direction of Agnes Martin or Robert Ryman; this austerity is at the root of Pink in each, bright blue, bright green’s elegance.

Scanlon explains that, “songwriting is a personal practice. The songs and their recordings are representative artifacts while the practice is the art object.” The result is a magical realism with constraints plainly depicting a personal world. The sounds are emotive without confession or specificity.

These songs are lyrically driven, unadorned and sung by a plain voice. Leonard Cohen-style descriptions lay images over subtle, floral textures. The words resist narrative while remaining continuous, linear. Whether or not listeners take heed to Scanlon’s suggestion to “create something for yourself,” the songs are productive themselves -- creating and describing a place for listeners.

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released January 15, 2021

created by Dave Scanlon
Summer 2019, New York

mixed by Matt Mehlan
October 2019, Chicago, IL

Artwork by Angelo Spagnolo
Layout by Benedict Kupstas

Whatever's Clever Records
www.whateversclever.club

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Dave Scanlon is a composer, guitarist, vocalist, and electronic musician. Scanlon is an active member of the experimental rock band JOBS, pursues a practice of writing austere songs, and continues a series of "counting" compositions focusing on intonation, numerology, and measurement. ... more

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