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All Was Set Fair

by Patrick J Crowley

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Lit by a fire when all was set fair she ran through my mind like the brush through her hair when I held her she smiled and spun out of time and ever the lover that I left in the night the nights are long and I can’t forget a face don’t make me beg I made her an island in circles of stone I gave her a puzzle piece and I built her a boat the sound of a rainstorm will put her to sleep but I’ll never know if she has the same dreams
2.
hallucinated rose could you paint it for me? would it turn up on a poster, stuck with thumb tacks on my wall? hallucinated rose does anyone else see it?
3.
maybe we all will be redeemed living through all this common grief sundown brings with it no relief from the ever rising heat but i’m sorry to be dark it’s been a busy week at work and I need to get it out before I lose the words maybe we all will learn something new about how fast a wound can heal but I remember we used to gather we used to wander far and wide
4.
Count all the dead, say all their names I don’t possess the words to explain Bring out your dead, say all their names The ways we pass the coming blame The mission to restore The fault line cracks, the pulling weight We can’t save everyone
5.
Years ago when we were cursed Living like a nest of birds No TV and no dessert Living like a nest of birds The great sun shine and soon will set A living hymn we won’t forget A closing sky with golden threads A living hymn we can’t forget
6.
Sister can you hear it Your wounded bird is singing Brother do you see it The sun is always present Maker make us well Save us from a living hell Mother did you find a higher calling Beyond the slow collection of your dreams? I think that it must have been your children All laughing in the sunny grass in June Father, is it nature or is it nurture? Am I just a copy of your genes? I acquired one of your bad habits But we both made it out of there alive And while I never heard you sing I never saw you blink You raised us up and let us out Like the summer shakes its trees Maker make us well Save us from a living hell
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Stage Right 02:35
Speak to me through a song play it loud all night long that’s a world that won’t return standing stage right, staying nowhere Singing with the dead until I feel alive and I don’t mind the late night dives I don’t have what it takes to leave my shell, play through pain quit my job and spend my nights standing stage right staying nowhere
8.
Let Me Sleep 03:14
Leave me to my peace Let me sleep tethered to the sky charmed, out of harm no alarms safely tucked away I’ll make my bed with needle and thread I’ll try to wake when morning warms my face
9.
I guess her wings were broken her sunny eyes were frozen and I guess the sand was spilling through her hands onto the table the setting is in motion the songs we brought across the ocean we all will take our pity down the hall to be alone and now the wheels are rolling another song that she has chosen her throat is sore from singing us asleep all through the evening she tells the world about her misery for lack of any other history she animates her speeches with her hands and speaks too loudly it’s just another routine bi-weekly shared memories blank stares and too much caffeine she hides it well I can see oh, I can see
10.
Airbed 02:35
With eyes like broken windows Cries into a pillow Fragile bones and living all alone I’m a book without a spine I barely even try I’m sorry to be the one you love It starts with a seed of thought starts to bloom and takes off She lays on the sunken skin of an airbed Moves at the speed of the clock
11.
don’t come with me my dear don’t you follow me down i’m a furnace at night and I burn too bright could you measure my fear? maybe parts per million is it volume or weight, it’s getting late The sounds of breathing The smell of rain Found a coin in my pocket And a ring on a chain In the morning we wake With the rising of day Take a walk in the sand and dig with our hands And if anything falls Be it porcelain or dolls Be it treasured keepsakes, may it crash, may it break Here we are once again Stretched our money too thin Paid to name you a star and haunted the bar Could I tally the cost Maybe write off the loss? Could I leverage the debt to settle my head?
12.
Love spoken plainly and voices from memory patterns we danced on the floor used words like sweetheart dreamed of a new start felt better and best everyday Love spoken plainly Love spoken plainly a folk song with two or three chords sung without microphones or the humming of amplifiers sung at the tops of our lungs Limitlessness was nothing like this a fortune of fullness for all we came with favors and saturday flavors and schemes that would always payoff

about

A common phrase musicians started using in the last year is "quarantine album" but that to me is a misnomer since most of us never went through a true quarantine, even if it felt like one. "Isolation album" is more appropriate, and that's how I would describe All Was Set Fair. Most of my songwriting to date has been hyper-personal and introspective. While there is still much of that here, I couldn't help but look more broadly outward and reflect on everything going on.

I started recording these songs in one house around the time of the first COVID-19 lockdown. Then we sold that house and I moved back to Burlington and continued recording in a basement. COVID kept raging. Many songs were written over a time of isolation at home that would only be interrupted by my life as a first responder on the front lines of this pandemic. It was a strange contrast and I tried to express that in this set of songs.

I did not shy away from slow and sad, but on the other side of the coin I didn't pull back from moments of brightness and positivity. Both extremes are part of life and it felt important to show that here in the music.

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released March 15, 2021

Songs written by Patrick J Crowley (Goat Soap Music, ASCAP).
Performed and recorded at home in Underhill and Burlington, Vermont.

With a little help from my friends:

Reilly Graham - pedal steel guitar and acoustic guitar
Erick Lattrell - vibraphone

Mastered by David William Ross

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Patrick J Crowley Burlington, Vermont

Patrick J Crowley is a Vermont-based singer and musician from bands such as Deep River Saints, Quasar Valley Band, Cities on the Moon and more. Crowley is described by Vermont's Seven Days as having "ability in spades, as well as originality." Crowley is also a writer and journalist. ... more

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