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Paper Beat Scissors

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1.
ENDS IN THEMSELVES Is this something to grasp or let go? A saviour in stasis, a threat to control? Lead your watch you can put on your wings tonight Lead on, perhaps you can grow your wings Don’t assume ‘cos you didn’t ask I didn’t know You should know I’ve been watching for weaknesses to hold Lead your watch you can put on your wings tonight Lead all, perhaps you can grow your wings tonight Lead your watch you can grow your wings tonight Lead all of us you can get up for a fight I won’t pretend ‘cos you didn’t ask I didn’t know Your sharp tongue made hard work of the soft words you spoke Leave all of us you can put on your wings tonight Leave all perhaps you can grow your wings tonight Leave all the souls that you came back for last time Leave all of us you can shed your wings tonight
2.
SEASON'S REST All out for season’s rest, tired limbs, back, sinking chest The promise: You won’t fight a harder season Bleed slower than you’d think, it dries before we meet You’ll wait for me, this time, this time you’ll wait, this... The last light hugs the trees and brings a sense of ease. The brakes won’t work for any reason you’d say Lean on some fireless eyes, they’ll slake the need you’ve reached the point where you would call another number. But no, don’t The thorn slips in your side, but no-one entertained the least thought you would pull it out so quickly Keep on for all you’re worth, too weak, too cold to work The sinking light brings all the flies around me Called out for you, some tearless face All light, no space. Don’t move, you fool Kindness takes the sting from falling where you shouldn’t Glory reaches ages where the others wouldn’t So pile them up, pry them out where the orders lead them The slack yanked tight trips out the lights, now we’re all equal
3.
Folds 03:57
Climb up this fleshy frame Hands and feet are fixed, stretching up above me This man-made, shoulder-wide ladder's broken sides The wind rose, I lost my step Cushioning my back, the sands that came to greet me The fallen: ranked and filed away with all the wherewithal And when you touch the sun Remember what it's for The heat pulling sweat from your pores You'll see it in their eyes and shoulders Cushioning your lives, enfold us Cos even if you pushed it forwards we've got it wrong Still winds, a shineless night Weightless in the folds of winds and silent feathers But still we'll push overland As breathless as the day we came And when you touch the sun Remember what it's for The heat pulling sweat from your pores You'll see it in their eyes and shoulders Cushioning your lives, enfold us Cos even if you pushed it forwards we've got it wrong
4.
REST YOUR BONES Caught out at last to the shame of everyone Mindless pursuits brought to fall Now say what you will, you were not so innocent You reeled me in I’ll rail you out as well Thin wire falls, somehow cuts through all of this The joy and the trauma will pass In chimes a voice, brings you back inside yourself Speaks truth til you’re blue, repeats it: “It’s been too long...” Brought up in safety beside cacophony Picking the sense from the background noise Sadness or fear brings you underground again and surely you won’t find it there Rest your bones in this hole We’ll come back for you, we promise we will not leave you here Rest your bones
5.
Forgotten 04:18
FORGOTTEN Cold hands cover my aching ears, I’ve not forgotten, you’ve not forgotten Make a sharp breathe-in space Slight and sly, sealed away Cut-out words, smoothed and razed Take a broad look around Cold hands cover my aching ears, I’ve not forgotten, you’ve not forgotten Words, bombs and anything I won’t hear, I’ve not forgotten, you’ve not forgotten Clay souls trapped behind walls and doors, I’ve not forgotten, you’ve not forgotten Stifle your respite, no way to recognize an opening for a fight You’re missing your chance to fly He steps to find a new design that pulls you round to see his side But you can fight, you will fight, you fight on, ‘cos you can last Cold hands fall on my aching ears, I’ve not forgotten, you’ve not forgotten Words, bombs and anything I won’t hear, I’ve not forgotten, you’ve not forgotten Books, tapes, hopes of some better days when I’ve not forgotten, you’re not forgotten, I’m not forgotten, you’ve not forgotten...
6.
Once 03:18
ONCE The soft exhaust seeps, chill makes you creep, the tide will decide for all Steps ring sweet: concrete, feet. A purpose that follows the falls Fight that need to go by feel, the voices that count will call: “You’re back on the right side, now” You’d burn through the middle, but you stick to the sides And crawl up the right shore of the arm But drained of all experience, you’re crashing lines again Once you didn’t know When faith is lost, all sense of humour gone But the worst of it, you won’t fight it alone. As alone as you’d like When drained of all experience, you’re crashing norms again You speak so much of cowardice, stay silent just the same Once you didn’t know
7.
Be Patient 04:33
Stealing nothing from something’s hands, I was blinding eyes bouncing off the sands I was paid for Look behind you and I’m not there. When you get to close you thin out the air I was over my head When you look at me as if you’ve never seen the wheels come off There’s cardboard filling spaces in the road Turn the corner laughing as the sentiment explodes Your gods have promised everything for you I’m as sick of this as you are, it’s not simple scratches, not subtle scars, this is painful (they know we know) Without meaning I burst through the clouds, I dried the soil out, I cracked the ground. Is this over? Because you look at me as if you’ve never seen the wheels come off There’s cardboard filling spaces in the pavement, in the road You turn the corner laughing as the sentiment explodes Your gods are putting everything on you
8.
Keening 04:23
KEENING Keening like some awful voice, wordless and without a choice Whipping around buildings, disturbing the pigeons where they sleep Barely in this chair at all, nod and smile and wait to go Water your thoughts down, pass them around, watch them tumble around Your words are moving in and out Your images moving in and out Leave your shoes on the stairs, crack the window New socks are kissing floorboards, breeze-blown hair tickles ears Find it when you’re letting go - everything you didn’t know Water your thoughts down, pass them around, watch them tumble around Your words are moving in and out Your image is moving in and out
9.
Tendrils 03:42
TENDRILS Old rages blocking all the halls, hide inside walls, decided to go Calm silence, don’t pick apart its source: make it up, or just put it aside Dawn find us sleeping upside down, find your sense or hold it, you watch it unfold Phrase tendrils, creeping for a hold: The steely-grey glow of your eyes But by night I’m silenced and still – can you make yourself feel unkind? You cry out war when you see that we all have come freely alone Know brightness, but misinterpret words, deflect us from the sight of you drenched and afraid Fight in the sourness that pools around the brain It’s an offering, an offering, an offering again Sealed inside each verse, up above my words, you’ve a sense, I’m sure, that’s as true as any For the times I’ve tried, but didn’t make the connection, and I’m left to feel if I was you, I’d lie If I was you I’d lie Old judgment, picking apart your eyes, fooled by the scope, pulled as rope. Old judgment picks apart your eyes. We barely are truthful to us
10.
Watch Me Go 04:48
WATCH ME GO So sick of pages that lead and mislead him he gave up on words altogether today Plastic for fire burns heavy, toxic. A throat-sticking sweetness that counters the flames Spread the salt out, don’t leave the dogs out. Snow come down, rainfall turn to ice Spread the salt out, leach all the dank out Called out for order, for silence, for solace. Responses are mute, it all turned on its head Over-mechanical, violent and soulless. At least you got something: away from the threat Reach out to pull in, it’s taken as lashing out. With no words to couch it it won’t slip aside So pull it up, pull it up, away from unworthy hands Loosening, loosening, enough to slip your fingers in Thickening, thickening. It grows to fill up the empty space Would you all, could you all be just about as sound as you are? Will you watch me go? Keeping hands to the sides, elbows in, fingers tight When you’re just no good. If you leave you’ve no say. Gave it up, you’ve no right It’s the speech I know. It’s the seeping inside leeching out through the sides Will you go fly off, midst the roots, midst the soil, midst the mud, will you watch me go? Will you watch me go?
11.
Let Me In 03:31
LET ME IN Paid up for me, stayed up for me Find me places, set my table On the run, she’s out about the place, she’s on the run, She’s out Laid on for your storied faith that sounds like hope made bids on slow ropes. Drinking wine you’d set upon the table. Stayed up, washed out, let me in Wear yourself out, bear your words out Let it pass your pith, strength drained out Raise, shine on Leave greater hands to bear it. Hey love, say, say, let me in Say love, hey now, let me in

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“Absolutely stunning... wonderful... startling and beautiful” – ‘Whispering’ Bob Harris, BBC Radio 2

“This isn’t merely indie folk music: Paper Beat Scissors is a genuine work of effortless art.” – Pop Matters

“Crabtree’s more than one to watch, he’s one to listen to, now.” – Americana UK

“…potent enough for an otherworld experience.” – CBC

SLEEVE NOTES

to Halifax for convincing me to stay

to Nathan Sutherland for keeping me in the country

There are so many people without whom this album would not have been possible. So many who inspired, so many who worked on it, so many who just kept me going before, during and after. I want to give them their due, but there is far too little space here, so I've set up a page of the website to say a proper thank you. I am a lucky pup - thank you all.

www.paperbeatscissors.com

credits

released March 6, 2012

Tim Crabtree – vocals, guitars, keyboards, percussion, sampling, electronic production, arrangements
Mike Feuerstack – electric guitar, lap steel, vocals, soundscaping (1,2,3,4,6,7,8)
Kyle Cunjak – electric bass, double bass (2,4,6,7,8,10)
Mike Belyea – drums, percussion, wheelbarrow (2,4,6,7,8,10)
Sebastian Chow – violin, string arrangements (7,8,10)
Gregory Burton – euphonium, trumpet, brass arrangements (2,4)
Pietro Amato – french horn, horn arrangements (1,6)
Rose Cousins – vocals (10)
Tanya Davis – vocals (8)
Andrew Sisk – vocals (1)
Mona Varichon – french horn (4)
Felix Del Tredici – trombone (4)
Jessie Tesolin – cello (8)

Produced by Mike Feuerstack and Tim Crabtree

Recorded and engineered summer 2011 by Diego Medina at the Confidence Lodge, Riverport, Nova Scotia and by Mike Feuerstack and Tim Crabtree at Salad Feelings Studios, Montreal, Quebec.

Artwork by Sydney Smith.
Mixed by Jeremy Gara
Mastered by Harris Newman at Grey Market Studios, Montreal, Quebec

Music and lyrics by Tim Crabtree

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Paper Beat Scissors Montreal, Québec

Musical monstrosity deposited in Montreal, Quebec after the first years in Burnley, England.

Tim Crabtree’s haunting voice burns at the centre of the Paper Beat Scissors sound with an honesty and rawness that skirts discomfort.
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