Some Kind Of Eden

by Dear Time's Waste

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Dear Time's Waste represents the ongoing sonic ruminations and verbose brown studies of Aucklander Claire Duncan.

Steeped in the gothic permanence of early Cure and the cloud-skipping gaze of Garlands era-Cocteau Twins, Some Kind Of Eden works in a playful orbit, dancing between the lightness and weight of experience with cold purpose and red desperation.

Recorded in isolation by Duncan between a cramped Eden Terrace flat and an expansive vacant studio space, the record follows on from 2010's LP Spells with a formidable sense of exactitude, a concrete precision echoed by the stringent monotony of electronic beats and pulsating textures in conversation with a malleable voice that surges and pulls with the demands of every instant.

A live show comprised of Duncan and compatriots allows the project a three-dimensional intensity, having been broken in by previous performances in support of such alt nobility as St. Vincent, Low and Deerhunter.

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released September 7, 2012

Written, performed and recorded by Claire Duncan, 2012. Released in New Zealand by Scrappy Disk Ltd, under exclusive licence to Universal Music NZ (2012). Released in Australia by Spunk Records (2012). Unauthorised distribution of these recordings is prohibited.

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Track Name: Hands
I am a mouth
A couplet lip
I am a pair of hands
A set of searching fingertips
The fog of mourning
Swallows me whole
I am a fist
I swing an empty bucket
I wear a hollow weight
The force of what to do with it
The fog of mourning
Swallows me whole
Lose every detail
In clouds that come
And moons that grow
I lean to touch the wall
And my fingers take me by surprise
The burst and breaking sight
And I will see my own sighs
I will use both my hands
Track Name: Strings
I hold you up to see my faded face
Like a thinness shedding
Skin and light
I peel my red side
And I’ve been bled out
I’ve been bled out
By the darkest beat
On grey stone
By the darkest heat
You send a sparkler

Sorrowed clicking contours
We move on a dusty dance floor
We’re sending strings between us
See-saw towards our centres
We are deserted
And we deserve it
By the darkest beat
On grey stone
By the darkest heat
We’re sending sparklers

You send me string and I will tie a web
Between the two of us a fragile bed
Open the ceiling and close the door
I write my name in string across the floor
You send me string and I will tie a web
Between the two of us a fragile bed
Tilt the blinds and I will close the door
We write our names in silver on the wall
You send me string and I will tie a web
Between the two of us a fragile bed
Tilt the blinds and I will close the door
I write my name in string across the floor
Tilt the blinds and I will close the door
Tilt the blinds and I will close the door
Track Name: Fortune
I don't believe in fortune
And I don't believe in signs
I don't believe that when I think of you
You will have me in your eyes

But I will betray my best intentions
And I will sleep for there I am a legion
Of concrete reason
We write it in a sentence
We burn crop circles in the hay
We're both trouble
And I knew it since you told me the date of your birthday

So I will betray my best intentions
And I will sleep for there I am a legion
So I will betray my best intentions
And I will sleep for there

I am a legion
Of concrete reason
A buried basis
Of shifting seasons
A pleading treatise
In brazen armour
Some kind of Eden
With flooded gardens
Track Name: Curtains
My feet are fixed
Petrified in pallid stone
There is no air in here
There is no air in here

In seating sheets
I made the mistake of looking you in the eye
There is no light in there
There is no light in there

And how I long to use my eyes again

We tie each other down
We pull the curtains shut
We're bound in string cut from the rope that used to hold us up

Shut out the light
To stop the shaft of sun from showing
The swirling dust
Gathering around us
With steady hands
We weave silent spiderwebs
We're setting traps
We're setting traps to surround us
And how I long to use my limbs again

How I long to use my eyes again
The sky outside is blue and used
And every cloud blooms like a bruise
I held a sign up through it all
The weight I long for and abhor
Track Name: The Drink
Some of us are building house
Places where we say we live
Cut the joke in half
And then
I'll buy myself a little prison

I will not crash
I'll buy a plot
And be buried on my back

I am a potential earner
Swimming in potential sea
Every day I drive my car
Across the city
Across the street

I will not crash
I'll buy a plot
And be buried on my back
I'll make a vow
And tire but never take it back
I'll work a job
And wake up when the sky is black
I'll buy a plot
And be buried on my back

Separate the gold from silver
Hang it on a Christmas tree
Let us saturate the future
Here's to our dreams
And our degrees
Track Name: Heavy/High
So suddenly I am appearing before the water falls
There in front of me / The constant beating of footsteps in the hall
So suddenly grey and blue in my morning eyes i see
There in front of me, the city we built begin to sink

In the space between our bedrooms / Dust uncovered
Grey and purple plague we tried so hard to smother

(How heavy and how high)
Are these towers we are building
They're built on faded light
Are these towers we are building
They're built on borrowed time

Covered with a screen
We mark each others' shadows scene by scene
It's a cityscape / Both of our faces are unseen
They're bending in the breeze of memory
They're bending in the thought of what could be
They're bending with the weight of urgency

In the space between our bedrooms is a fire
Grey and purple plague / We tried so hard to smother

We stretch across a barren ocean
This is how a bridge is broken
Track Name: Six Feet Down
Weighed down
By the weight of metal
Slowed down by the measure of a mile
Concrete beneath
A bed of leaves
Make a bed of leaves
Make a bed for me

This is when I want to see the sky
But i should be buried deep underground
This is when I want to see the sky
But I should be buried yes six feet down

What's this all my pockets full
Of heart-shaped stones the colour of
Your pillow left the smell of you
A galaxy

Tell me this is what it was before
Track Name: Head To Toe
I've been burning up
Giving the last of my flames away
I have little left
But lust for my best friends
Tumbling from the foot
I'm toppling, turning head to toe
Lowering my eyes
When I see the people I used to know

I want to watch from miles away
I wish we had a different way of doing things

I am striped in light
Struggling to make my fingers meet
Shackled by the shade
Our young backs show the first signs of ache
I will tear my hear
To find my hands are full of leaves
I will take a bite
To feel
My mouth
Swarm with bees

I want to watch from miles away
I wish we had a different way of doing things
We're too
Heavy
To carry each other
Track Name: The Drought
The end of spring
When flowers fall
Is the closest we ever get to snow
At least until it all turns brown
A rotting rug on the footpath drowning
A drought that floods my watery fears
We collide upon revolving stairs
Out of sense into nothing less
Such a perfect stroke
Such a swimming mess
Track Name: Body Back
I cannot say
I want to explain
The blow to my head
The lines on my face
It hollows me out
It drums on my mind
It hollows me out
While it declines

Give me my memory
Show me how my heart beats
Tell me how my eyes blink
Without me asking them to

Limbs that fall back
And forth with the tide
I pinch my own skin
To feel these flesh-eating ties

The buzz of the fly
Won't leave me alone
I suffer this ground
And call it my own

I will call my body back
To its seat