Kept

by Stolen Jars

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1.
Waves 05:03
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
2.
Kept 03:31
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)
3.
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.
4.
Glow 04:45
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
5.
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.
6.
7.
Bright Red 02:43
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?
8.
Folded Out 03:08
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
9.
For Dan 04:12
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
10.
Wheel 04:55
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.

credits

released August 28, 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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