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Clear Moon

by Mount Eerie

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1.
Misunderstood and disillusioned, I go on describing this place and the way it feels to live and die. The “natural world” and whatever else it’s called I drive in and out of town seeing no edge, breathing sky and it’s hard to describe without seeming absurd. I know there’s no other world: Mountains and websites Dark smoke fills the air some from the fire in my house some from me driving around I could see the lights of town through the trees on the ridge on my way home in the dark. I meant all my songs not as a picture of the woods but just to remind myself that I briefly live. The gleaming stone the moon in the sky at noon there is no other world and there has never been. I still walk living sleeping life in the real world of clouds clawing for meaning. Still when I see branches in the wind the tumultuous place where I live calls out revealing. "Can you see the river in the branches and know that it means you will die and that pieces are churning?" "Can you find a wildness in your body and walk through the store after work holding it high?" I've held aloft some delusions. From now on I will be perfectly clear: There's no part of the world more meaningful and raw impermanence echoes in the sky. There is either no end or constant simultaneous end and beginning. A pile of trash the fog on the hill standing in the parking lot squinting.
2.
Watching the light change I see the place lives. I've stayed here long enough moss has started to grow. But still, wind sweeping clear the brief collection assembled, the silt I clutch. Looking east in the spring through ashes and fog white permanent snow shines.
3.
If I look or if I don't look clouds are always passing over the place I live. The place I live passing under my feet while my mind wanders in a sea of fog. On a ridge seeing through a hole in the fog ("A thought out of nowhere comes passing through") I say to myself ("I say to myself, like a voice on the wind") "Behold" but I see nothing. Rocks and water and wood not speaking to me. ("Left alone to wander above") Slow and uneasy and alive. ("wanderer above the sea of fog") I mean the place lives and clouds pass over ("sitting on a ridge and watching clouds pass over") the landscape a blanket on stone ("where an ocean of glaciers rolled") Land waves are rolling. ("Through a fog, this is a brief life.") ("Short and cold, momentarily.") ("A life as brief as the morning fog") Momentarily, I come out from under.
4.
(something) 01:31
5.
Lone Bell 04:15
I imagined a clear bell echoing in the hills behind curtains of rain in the hills behind the high school so I opened the door and went there. Walking slowly in a white wall of fog a silent more cautious awareness arises. Deeper in, the ground at my feet falls away. On a peak or in a swamp, all debris erased. lone bell clear moon sky home distorted cymbals rise What is left of the dissipating dream world I made? Mid day, in the light, quiet echoes of a freezing moon distant bell, cold and clear.
6.
House Shape 04:03
I stayed inside all morning watching waves of rain pass over cold and dry by the window I didn't turn a light on. The fireplace dead since last night emptiness inside, cold morning low grey sky immense living belly of a silver fur thing. In waves of weather the house lies piled up wood with me inside I'm piled up dust, alive, dreaming or walking whirlpool of water awake and indifferent looking at cars go by and then get forgotten only a sound of a waterfall breathing out in one long exhale rings in my ears for a moment then another wave of rain blows over greying out the light the lawn through window seems undiscovered. A separate way of seeing. A separate way of breathing it in. A lost world separate from the usual barely meaningful waking and dreaming. Lost in an unfolding thinking about what to do with a day sitting while the light dies until finally it's over. In blue dusk I finally step outside breathing in the cloud that has settled noticing a black looming house shape and at last my eyes crack open.
7.
Vastness and watching at the crest of night seeing in blue hole grows yawning. Swept above the hills roll over the water I call low wild hunt to the ocean.
8.
(something) 00:30
9.
Clear Moon 07:20
Lost in a fog groaning an ode to a clear moon. An empty song, a flash of light in the storming. Dawn remembered as a blade. A stream cutting the world awake. The only light: imagined clear moon in a black sky. A distant bell: imagined clear moon in a black sky. Through a wall of fog: clear moon remembered. I breathe in. Imagined clear moon in a black sky.
10.
Yawning Sky 03:28
Drifting sideways waves roar lifted high enough up to see the shore and my friend then the trough and impenetrable sky yawning sky Asking questions while night grows with an ancient unknown that I carry around, lost then thunder replies storming mind Insignificant and billowing a new storm a new kind of roaring to tear through days through the trees through an opening light yawning sky Tossed on the waves missing from moment to moment being carried wherever face pressed against an impenetrable sky yawning sky
11.

credits

released May 22, 2012

RECORDED between October 3rd, 2010 and January 7th, 2012 at the UNKNOWN in Anacortes, Wash. by Phil Elverum

with
Allyson Foster on “THROUGH THE TREES pt. 2” & “the PLACE I LIVE”
Geneviève Castrée on “OVER DARK WATER”
Carson Churchill and Paul Benson on “CLEAR MOON”

vinyl mastered by John Golden
mp3s mastered by Timothy Stollenwerk

RELEASED as “ELV025” in the wet late spring of 2012 by:
P.W. ELVERUM & SUN, ltd. box 1561 Anacortes, Wash. U.S.A. 98221

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