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Porch Light

by Carl-Eric Tangen

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1.
North 04:41
Small moose stranded in the middle of a long bridge crossing over shallow water. "Wait here until I come back down." Red bird flying in the heights above a great herd crossing over a northern border. "You know, you could have it all." I've been told the north is cold, but it was the greenest I'd ever seen. So darling, if you'll grow, let's grow together. Old man sitting in the railway says it hard and long to get where I'm going. "Love keeps this heart alive." Mother, I feel you birthing love like a bear in winter, (saying), "I have a name I will give you one day. Just wait here with your tiny hands." I've been told the north is cold, but it was the greenest I'd ever seen. So darling, if you'll grow, let's grow together.
2.
Back when the wars began and the walls all caved in We breathed in the dust and dead skin Counting the cost of our sin But it won't matter that much when we're older But it won't matter that much when we're colder But it won't matter that much when we open our eyes We wandered through the crowd and we heard the trumpet sound We breathed in the water, not to drown And heard the blood crying out But it won't matter that much when we're older But it won't matter that much when we're colder But it won't matter that much when we open our eyes Come to me now, four winds Let me feel your breath on my skin Pray for me now, Saint Julian I see a white stag running in my head But it won't matter that much when we're older But it won't matter that much when we're colder But it won't matter that much when we open our eyes
3.
Like a River 03:57
Juan Diego holds his father's calloused hands Like a red rose withered in the Mexican sun Makes the sign of the cross and he points down the road To the hill, to where his father's gone After all the birds have flown O Love, like a river, won't you carry me? Juan Diego wipes the dirt from his hands Like red blood, bleeding from the Mexican sun Makes the sign of the cross and he points down the road To the hill where our mother came After all the birds have flown O Love, like a river, won't you carry me? And in this desert of dust and stone O Love, like a river, won't you carry me?
4.
Pater Noster 03:19
(instrumental) "Our Father, who art in heaven, hallowed be Thy name..."
5.
Porch Light 07:33
We drove out into the night west of Tucson with the gaslight on A couple of miles and we broke down in the desert and stayed for the night (and you said) "This is not the miracle I had hoped for. This is not the house I thought I'd built on a rock instead of sand." We left our mud-stained clothes on the washroom floor, left them for mom Just like the days we'd stay indoors with the sprinkler in the backyard on I watched a flaming sword land in my front yard when I left home And for years down these roads I've been running from the devil But he called the backseat And this is not the miracle I had hoped for. This is not the house I thought I'd built on a rock instead of sand. I stopped for a drink down in Rosedale, fifty miles from the Grapevine. Broken and buzzed, I was tired. I was waiting for a sign from the Lord. I knew I couldn't go back home, but I called you just to hear your voice. You picked up and I heard you breathing, then you said to me, "I'll leave the porch light on." And this is not the miracle I had hoped for. This is not the house I thought I'd built on a rock, But leave the porch light on.

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Recorded between 2012 and 2016 in Seattle, Washington, Portland, Oregon, and Edmonds, Washington.

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released February 28, 2017

All songs written, performed, and produced by Carl-Eric Tangen

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Experimental sacred Americana from the Pacific Northwest. Member of coastlandcommons.org

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