Snow Copy

by Grand Wagoneer

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03:09

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Written and recorded with a hybrid of 4-track cassette and digital means over winter break 2017-18.

The title "Snow Copy" is a nod to Hiroshi Yoshimura's "Music for Nine Postcards", the name being a wintery variation on that album's "Water Copy" and "Ice Copy". My goal with "Snow Copy" was to, in the vein of the ambient portraits of "Music for Nine Postcards", paint pictures with these songs rather than tell precise narratives. Instead of simply saying "this happened", I wanted to try chronicling experiences by way of how they felt far more than how they were.

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released February 16, 2018

Written, performed, and recorded by Grand Wagoneer
Piano outro on Track 2 by Daniel Fine

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Grand Wagoneer Rochester, New York

From Massachusetts, living in Rochester, and awaiting a cease and desist from Jeep. In the meantime, hoping that you listen and enjoy.

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Track Name: Snow Copy
The fatigue of speaking
sends me down the stairs.
I hear campus quaking,
life cutting through the air.

I wander to my car.
Alone in the parking lot,
I wait for my windshield to thaw.

By the frat quad
I see a boy I know.
He's stumbling and slack jawed,
I'm slipping through the snow.

Firm footed and frightened,
I feel the antilocks.
I punch the horn, he flips me off.

Listless,
in the midst of the storm,
I set out searching
for luminous forms in the dark.

At the 7/11,
I buy instant regret.
Why the fuck do I need cigarettes?

As my soaked through shoes
carry me back to my room,

I hear screams of ecstasy
from drunken college kids.
I love them more then I'd ever admit.
Track Name: Cuffing Season
I'm burning rotting wood
to get warm.
With every drink I conjur more of your form.

Concealing loneliness in smoke and snowstorm,
I feel you stroking my hair,
I feel your warmth in my air,

on my skin. You are here, I have summoned
your sensorial anatomy.
I burn my throat to keep your company.
I need to feel your heat.

But I ignore that you are more to me
than the memory of your body.

Water drips above the door and onto me.
I step barefoot through the snow.
As I approach the lake, I hear it moan.

I run out on the ice and kick through it,
the water sucks out all my heat.
If I found you down here I know it would still feel right
under the lake tonight.
Track Name: Calcium
As I twist through the air,
I feel blood push into my head,
I feel my my leg snap as I hit the ground.

My shin bent like a hinge,
I am dragged down the mountain in shavasana.
Carbon coats the walls of my mouth.

Fingers clenching my calf,
he presses down hard, my fibula fights him
while bone gnaws at the meat in my skin.

Water fractures the cracks
in the road, each time telegraph tapping my leg
with strings of heckling messages.

In the morning,
we drive on through falling snow clumped like marrow
and colored like calcium.

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