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Parallel Line

by Paper Beat Scissors

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1.
Respire 00:54
2.
Gun Shy 04:31
As I saw it no-one called it Breathe in, hold it, wash over, ignore it Step back, shaken, voracious, I know Fully loaded, too anxious to let go Come down, see now the rancour that pours out Comfort is sought out in ways that bring us down Reach for the wrong side, we’d hold it, but it’s gone Fully loaded, too gun shy to let go We look to them for wisdom, but they don’t know Are all sides cut off? No-one else to let go of See now, all that comes off When we pour out the venom we’ve known Crawl out, can’t undermine, can’t fall in line, we’d fall apart Fully loaded, fully empty of all heart
3.
All It Was 03:04
Seamless down to the core, it was the only way to look for a cause Seen sideways, you know it was the making up of a storied paradise Is that all it was? Send a call out for a place in the soil, eyes glaze over Sliding the stone back on where your ghost should be “Tire me while you can, son” That was all it was It was all it was Is that all it was? It was all it was As high as tired and caught in a fine mess, caught between your rules Cling to virtue, but you cannot believe that you’re all that if you’re caught too We’re here finely, but where we move next? To find you? Calling it on and on… Is that all it was? Is that all it was? Is that all it was? It was all it was
4.
Don't Mind 02:49
Strong words, few deeds Tell me what a friend should be Go again: roll the dice Show me where my heart should be Nevermind if we see the day When it comes it surely waits Warm lights on the wall, is it too late? Lift the cup, lift the plate If you don’t mind Big wounds in your small lives Don’t mind me, I’m just saying goodnight Bet you can’t tell what comes out of my mouth Was it wizened pearls, was it turpentine? But you don’t mind if you don’t mind
5.
Grace 03:19
Oh, my word – I would never act so calmly in the face of the wreckage that you wrought Storm upturned: the copper beech, the couches Still we tell ourselves that nothing ever changed so much I see it all The grace that you hold You send me out in the cold All talk all told As much as you’ll ever hold Is it enough? As infinite as sin, don’t ever cast a stone before you all of us are fickle and unmoored At least you’re not all the things you’re not Could there be anything that you would rather hear less? I see it all The grace that you stole You send me out in the cold All talk all told As much as you’ll ever hold, you send me out You send me out in the cold It’s not enough
6.
Anything 00:26
7.
All We Know 03:45
All we know is wrong Got ahead without words At the flag from the start It’s not as much as you’d like but it’s more than enough (thank you very much) My conceit has been razed And my folly has crumbled You can leave when you like The halls and the doors haven’t changed Fine, only fine in the measliest sense Pride in these misleading notions All we know is wrong
8.
Shapes 05:04 video
You pull me into shapes that I can’t get out of Less is more than you want it to be Follow it down, there’s an end to this stream Held aloft in the dying of spring How to pretend that you don’t mean a thing? You pull me into shapes that I can’t get out of Stretched linen cloth, nothing stays without stain Wait for the pull to get out into the rain The pull never came, now the sky’s almost clear Not laying blame for the fallowest years I want it all I want none You pull me into shapes that I can’t get out of
9.
Better 03:05
And as their call went quiet into their sighs: to mess it up, is much better And though your dominance would see it as trite, just wash it off, and get better And did the Midas reach right into inside? ‘Ineffable’ would sound better And from the calling ‘round to the way you got down, for all it is, it was better And as the wall was rising, blank as their insides, you pulled it off, you made better We saw the words appeared to form their own style are ours obliged to be better? All that calcifies to hold him in place, and all of us could hold better And you call it on so regular tired, and all of us, we need better The thought is all too easy where it is now, to make it up, to write better ‘Cos we’re our poor relations too many times, we really ought to know better Of all the golden sheets we make it between for all of us we know better And each and every night, get sewn in the seams… And wash it off, can’t wash it off…
10.
Half Awake 04:59
Does it mean something because it meant something? Let it go for a while But you watch it striving to see if it’s surviving Make a pact: let it lie More than half awake Called only to say You’re apart from feeling Set adrift on meaning Let it go for a while But you won’t see it Getting hard of hearing Let it go, call it dying More than half awake Called only to say It’s not enough to stay If you won’t face the weight Call it dying
11.
Little Sun 06:49
Start a flame, some little sun Backs away for another one Bend my little ear to it Stanchioned either side Bad as I was I didn’t know You come around until you go Stand out, stared out of your eyes Back when all I got was fire It is here and on again Sad as it was, it wouldn’t go Constant eye up in the yard Much as it was not my fault My heart

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"Soars with warm folk-pop and a tongue-in-cheek smile at hypocrisy and privilege." - Atwood Magazine

“serene” – NPR

“cheeky and buoyant” – CBC Music

"Crabtree, a singer whose songs are always deeply infused with emotion, connects with his listener on such a level that he freezes time" - Folk Radio UK

"lush chamber orchestration" - Various Small Flames

"vulnerable and earnest without slipping into sappiness" (8/10) -Exclaim!

A delicately expansive collection of chamber folk, the new album from Paper Beat Scissors reaches to far-off wonderment and far-in feelings with ease. Parallel Line explores all the mess and complexity inherent in our day-to-day existence with a quiet, wide-eyed vulnerability.

This third full length, mixed by heavyweights Sandro Perri and Dean Nelson (Beck), centres Tim Crabtree’s arresting vocal work and reflective lyrical palette to stunning effect. Each song’s movement is threaded by gorgeous string arrangements, weaving an emotional core to the record. At its centre sits a question: how is our sense of self strung within a multitude of people, places, experiences? Parallel Line unfurls as a series of (un)certainties, shot through with a visceral tenderness.

credits

released September 13, 2019

Recorded by

Andy Magoffin at the House of Miracles, Cambridge, ON (1-4, 7-11),
Ben Palmai at Mixart, Montreal, QC (4,5,8,10,11),
Tim Crabtree, Steven Newton and Pietro Amato at Skybarn, Montreal, QC (1,2,3,6,7,8,9),
Tim Crabtree at Heritage Bingo, Montreal, QC (1-11)
Mum and Dad’s in Read, Lancashire, UK (4,10)
Michael Feuerstack at Salad Feelings, Montreal, QC (8,9)
Edo Van Breemen at Gold Hippie Studios, Vancouver, BC (2,3,7)

Mixed by

Dean Nelson (1,2,4,5,8,10,11) in London, ON
Sandro Perri (3,7,9) in Toronto, ON
Tim Crabtree (6) in Montreal, QC

Produced by Tim Crabtree

Mastered by Andy Magoffin at the House of Miracles, Cambridge, ON

Artwork and layout by Isaac Valentin

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We acknowledge the financial support of FACTOR, the Government of Canada through the Department of Canadian Heritage (Canada Music Fund) and of Canada’s Private Radio Broadcasters

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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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