Kept

by Stolen Jars

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released 28 August 2015

Songs written by Cody Fitzgerald and Molly Grund
Music and Lyrics written by Cody Fitzgerald
Vocal melodies written by Cody Fitzgerald and Molly Grund
Lyrics and vocals on “Another November,” “For Dan,” and “Wreaths Rakes” co-written by Magdalena Bermudez
Lyrics and vocals on “Folded Out” co-written by John-Elio Reitman
Drum parts on “Waves,” “Bright Red,” and “Folded Out” co-written by Will Radin

Cody Fitzgerald – Vocals, Guitar, Drums, Percussion, Keys, Organ, Other Things Molly Grund – Vocals
Will Radin – Drums, Bass Guitar
Magdalena Bermudez – Vocals on “Wreaths Rakes”
John-Elio Reitman – Vocals on “Folded Out”
Elena Juliano – Flute on “Folded Out”
Steven Whiteley – Trumpet on “Folded Out”
Recorded by Cody Fitzgerald in various bedrooms
Drums and Bass Guitar recorded with Will Radin in Steinert Recording Studio and in his bedroom
Mixed by Eli Crews at Ham Radio Hobby Room, Brooklyn, NY
Mastered by Jeff Lipton at Peerless Mastering, Boston, MA
Assistant Mastering Engineer: Maria Rice

Album Art by Cody Fitzgerald, Molly Grund, and Casey Friedman “Dense” Font by Charles Daoud

Cody: So much thanks to Molly Grund, Magdalena Bermudez, John-Elio Reitman, Will Radin, Elena Juliano, Steven Whiteley, Tristan Rodman, Greg Nissan, Leila Hebden, Eli Crews, Jeff Lipton, Daniel Gill, Ted Stachtiaris, Matt Marsico, Connor McGuigan, Clyde Lawrence, my family, my friends, and everyone who has listened to this music. This small and beautiful thing would not have been possible without any of you.

Molly: Thanks Cody for always being so patient and kind. Thanks to Leny for being the queen of my heart and always pretending to be in Stolen Jars the Opera with me during practice. Thanks Tristo, Goog, and Wilbo for reading my setlists and to all the people who will do so in the future. Thanks to friends, brothers, parents, and dogs for having my back and giving their ears and sharing this music for the past three years.

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Stolen Jars is:
Cody Fitzgerald
Molly Grund
Elena Juliano
Matt Marsico
Connor McGuigan
Tristan Rodman

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Track Name: Waves
Go back, say I'm not alone.
I've stayed the day
In garden homes, where
Warm hands tell me that it's true
The snow has gone
I’ll find with you again
again / again / again

in green we go and over eminence
find up close the limbs they hid from us
crawl on four to reach, but recklessness
makes him flow on soil, we finger dust
hole by hole, we wait for red to pass
when | some earth turns, his eyes shine in the grass
think to grab out just to feel his skin
when the newt crawls right into my hand

no i’m not so old but i know to hold him close my fingers feel his warmth like

hers now touch my throat

When you came it had all gone away been locked up in my head;
I gave it different names to go by;
And outside bright light smoldering,
our legs with wood beneath,
when I was bound to leave in no time.

Then I’m gone –––
I thought I’d settled on what this was going to be –– a bit of time we’d have now to keep
and hold then leave
Is it gone –––
But why does this old night feel more mine

When you came it had all gone away been locked up in my head;
I gave it different names to go by;
And outside bright light smoldering,
our legs with wood beneath,
no I’m not going to leave you this time.
so
hold me safe
Track Name: Kept
You got caught in my head, I was feeling my teeth fall out
You said take me instead we can follow the seas around
And I know my head is gone, spends days in worried dreams
sometimes
But if it seems I’m gone for long, just know that it’s with you in mind
There’s this time in my head where I’m building in days, I write five notes and I know the sound of the second you made me a part of the way you hold, long tones are what keep us now
There’s a chorus inside
Living takes time (3)
Keep your warmth with mine
Living takes time (3)
And nights that we were lost in caves
I wouldn’t trade new tales
For another way home
(Stay, stay we’ll live without names
We can pause the day
We can pause the day
We can pause the)
And I know my head is gone,
spends days in worried dreams sometimes
But if it seems I’m gone for long,
just know that it’s with you in mind
There’s this time in my head where I’m building in days, I write five notes and I know the sound of the second you made me a part of the way you hold, long tones are what keep us now
There’s a chorus inside
Living takes time (3)
Keep your warmth with mine
Living takes time (3)
But I will not stray
No, I will not stray
There’s this time in my head where I’m building in days, I write five notes and I know the sound of the second you made me a part of the way you hold, long tones are what keep us now
There’s a chorus inside
Living takes time (3)
Keep your warmth with mine
Living takes time (3)
Track Name: Another November
In miles I’m home
where things I’d prized, stacked pegs and wire that I’d called mine
who knew I was so blue at age 5, standing tall among the vines of a small tinted window.

I remember
the nose of
a donkey I knew when
I was a girl wanting
to warm the noses of donkeys

I remember the
wools and the wetnesses, and his long jowl under my arm

I remember the
cross across his back, black, and thinking oh that’s where that
comes from

I loved him for coldness of nose, willingness to be warmed
I loved him for the purpose he gave me, willingness to be loved

if I am warm, let me warm you. if I am willing, let me do.
Track Name: Glow
your faith –– fires
away: miles
where counting days to make them mine awake, mistakes, the best of kind
my own as much you
and keep finding
displaced: I
can’t | seem to keep your face to mine with distant drives
but still entwined kept
boxed just us
two

can I stall all my best hopes
can I stay the wave, hold my chest closed
patient days I’ll wait
patient days I’ll wait when

I’ll call you days at any time
to sit again your side to mine
find “nothing” is more than it was and start to think I know it’s cause
but I am not full grown yet
I am not full grown yet
I am not full grown yet
I am not full grown yet ––––

as places go, turn places been
I put myself in bonds i’ve seen,
but nothing is more than just us; still whose sense can I hope to trust when I am not full grown yet
I am not full grown yet
I am not full grown yet
I am not full grown yet ––––

can I come home just to be in some half light where I’d see the length of your arm next to me on some colder night

now here as morning light folds
cracks through and shimmers in close
there from across the room glow
the tiny pieces you’d mold (ed)
and I in morning light know (come back)
that each shaped page I now hold (go back)
is true to me what it told (come back)
as the day that you formed it (go back)

can I stall all my best hopes
can I stay the wave, hold my chest closed
patient days I’ll wait
patient days I’ll wait
Track Name: Wreaths Rakes
honest heads
are yards ahead
of other parts for when your heads on mine
I know our minds see eye to eye

and legs and legs and coiled thick
and by and by our faces stick
and one and one we soon become some other other
mind to mind

sorry but we leaned too long
now I’m shedding my skin is gone
and other creatures we must become

sorry but we leaned too long
your legs are weak eat up run far
and soon you’ll be back to where we were
and soon you’ll be back to where we were

but still I find your legs wrapped mine,
as close as notes in our old rhymes.
you hold them now they cut me deep
but yours and mine will still keep.

but still I find your legs wrapped mine,
as close as notes in our old rhymes.
you hold them now they cut me deep
but yours and mine will still keep.
Track Name: Bright Red
Fences go, faces bright, offset, all senseless eyes and floating heads, all arms to hold, of grain so thin, on paper I can learn they’d lived

am I already stalled, just hoping my name holds?

no I’m not what I was, at least I know that they weren’t

their
shelves all molded out of pictures, how can I be guarded when
they’ve seen me in the daylight and now it’s gone to waste still
their eyes
their eyes
their eyes
all bright red
don’t want to be
can’t be
just like them
their eyes
their eyes
their eyes
all bright red
I want to be
can I be
just like them

on some nights
when I’m alone
when I’m alone
I’ll look through faces of old occasions,
of places, scattered now
on small plates painted,
just to know them
(x2)

on some night
when on your own
when on your own
will you find my face,
some old occasion,
some place, scattered now,
on a page painted,
what will you know?
Track Name: Folded Out
When folded
out of page
hands callow unclean
the sound of still refrain
just clips in between
a box lit warm
by home
on the twenty fourth
you gave me



our old nights––
we cut paper walls
again again
and now i
am folding them all
again again


i’ll wait
i’ll wait

i will not go
i will not go
let’s be young again
keep your hands close
Track Name: For Dan
missing like
last months glance
houses we
left so fast

missing for
a mile or so
then turning in
softer comforts

I want some old so I
can remember and decide
which one of me am I?
which one of me am I?

I want some old so I
can remember and decide
which one of me am I?
which one of me am I?

old nights, have we fallen back there,
are my own eyes faint and distant–––––
I hate these towns
I hate these towns where
my body grows older
than I am now

where are the friends I’d known and visited
now gone from the homes that I met them in
what’s there to find
what’s there to find
in this space
so far from mine

but in that small, quivering ring
the shine of some song floating up in front of me
one long note sounds
one long note sounds
the trailing call
of my home town

and there can be no houses so empty here
a furnace can find its way to every room and seethe
turn things back again
turn things back again
to some old home
with some new friend

old nights, yes I’ve fallen back there,
but my own eyes are never distant–––––
I’ll stay around
I’ll stay around
let my body grow older
than it is now

here are the friends I’ve known and visited
all here in my home, now that I’ve let them in
in sounds I find
in sounds I find
that no place
is so far
Track Name: Wheel
Each card game we played followed closer than
you cut long calls, kept our voices as
two winding days in a half-home gold
house my best whims on the roof of your
mouth wandering days in a half-home gold
house couldn’t count on the roof of your
mouth

now can I call you back from
building lines out of was and what never was
or else days will come
when limbs are tired and old
and you aren’t there to tell me

we are still awake aren’t waste of wit
you’re a wild kid
you’re a wild kid
with new game eyes

when they’re taking away all my favorite things

when called “entwined”
we were so close
we were so close
and your mind with mine
were the most whole
were the most whole
but what was once together
even when our hands weren’t
now binds only
side by side

I saw your eyes
in a photo
in a photo
and hoped they could find
mine when so close
mine when so close
but now I’ll wait again just
hope we’ll walk together
so I can find my hand
by my(your) side

some year
in a basement
in some town where
we were just kids
with sound rolling (I just hope that your eyes meet mine)
gold will step in
those bright shoes that
you would once wear
and I will not go home (will)
I will not go home (we talk)
I will not go home (of real things)
I will not go home (or speak estranged)



don’t go.