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1.
It’s been a long time coming I feel awake It’s been a long time coming I feel awake Subtle greys Winter’s whispering Blurring by and passing with trees Making sounds Notes untangible Touching all That’s tactile in me You’re a child, love, Hallelujah! You’re a child of my own It took a life-time living Breath to awake It took a life-time living Breath to awake Fear to feel Racing cavity Files full of notes on disease Here it is My perfect antidote Freezing all Connection in me Why oh why God, where’s my healing? Aren’t I made to be free? I’m a child God, full of longing, Where’s the balm that I need? Ba da da Ba da da Ba da da Daaaa Ba da da Ba da da Ba da da Daaaa Ba da da Ba da da Ba da da Daaaa Ba da da Ba da da Ba da da
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She--- was raised Off the wealth of her father On his German estate Where she stayed Bootleg --- whiskey When he tried to stop its sugar He was shot in the street And she grieved Everyone in that Cherokee town had heard of tales of his fame He had a church and a park, a train, and planted trees in his name He was your daddy, child They killed your daddy, child You always needed your daddy She gave – her life in Service of his church, the poor, and the Lord And she did Violin --- Piano In a house filled with music why’d you make it so cold? You gave your children your shame of your wealth and your grief for the poor. In washing color from your husband’s life you drove that man out the door. You pushed their daddy, child They lost their daddy, child They always needed their daddy. Your children said you loved God too much to have love left for them. Could it be that this love of God was the way you chose to grieve? So you gave the days of your life to the church of your dead daddy.
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Open It Up 03:27
Open it up Notes kept in a cigarette box Open it up Notes kept in a cigarette box Full of you Full of me Our sweet love Our burning grief To this we gave our lives I was the sun you were the moonlight Opened my house and took you inside I showed you everything I had to find Once real and now a place in time Call on the line Whispers from a different time Call on the line Whispers from a different time You wash your face I brush my teeth I held you hands then You washed my feet And then we were undone I laid with you in the moonlight The grass the night it was all entwined I asked you then if you could have my life Then realized that it had to die oh-ew-ohs….
4.
It's Not Me 05:37
it's been a while since the whisper went away no planned exchangin' just a slipped in sort of trade and the things i loved they fell into the sea and i watched them sink and dissolve in front of me it's not me, it's not me i kept my coins inside a wishing well and they went and drifted to the sea it's not me, it's not me i went to go and find the treasure chest but i couldn't lift it from the sea it's been some time now i stopped tryin' for the trade what went missing well i let it go away i had kicked down to my deepest sea then i swam for air and shore ahead of me it's not me, it's not me i kept my coins inside a wishing well and they went and drifted to the sea it's not me, it's not me i went to go and find the treasure chest but i couldn't lift it from the sea the stringed things that bind and tie a little blanket for denial a little basket for the orphan child that swings and glides here's a poem here's the facts ride a current high and after that spread your body on the ground and let your weight just shift around you've got your pillows for your rest carved your marking on your family crest make a wish and cast the line it's not me, it's not me, it's not me, that drifts into the sea it's not me, it's not me, it's not me, that drifts in to the sea... the sea.
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Clear a place Pave a space Stack the bricks Add government It was just a mass back then Then the continents began forming Making channels and these wet divides That the men began exploring They found worlds brand new to their eyes So exotic and alluring Was it a clean slate? And a safe place? In that murky home All wet and warm You were just a fetus then Your brain was just a forming Did you have a spirit then? A composition made for yearning? Your neurons are much sharper now From all your constructs and absorbing And now it’s time to… Clear the way Gain a place Build a house Grow your wealth you’re livin on a plotted street 8 to 6 and drive back home again dinner at your neighbors’ house and the lawn you keep on mowin it was a canvas it is painted now this is the picture that you live with in cleared away free of space nothingness no one was it waters or a spec back then when life began it’s forming? Combustion or the stillest sound? Evolving or the talking? These colored lines were made on which You are now a walking A way was paved Space was made On a grid Of life and death A to b B to c Plotted paths Of life and death
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I would have kissed you in the sunlight Under an oak tree Under a sleepy sky You would have help me in the evening Under the lamp light While I lay reading But you got what you planned for A little love, an open door And I got what I asked for A little love, a shifting floor Here I go again I’ve gone and lost another friend again I’ve gone and dirtied up that sleeve again Seems I’m here again Seems I’ve gone and took the lead again I’ve gone and dirtied up that sleeve again How has this Sunday come so quickly? My future’s past It blew right through me I’m spinning circles in the mud, now My turning mind My furrowed brow But I got what was planned for A human life, of love and war And I got what I made for My human life, of open doors Here I go again I’ve gone and passed another week again I’ve gone and dirtied up that sleeve again Seems I’m here again I’ve started fighting in a war again I’ve gone and dirtied up that sleeve again You had your voice you had your spirit then You had your mind, you had your will, you had your spirit then And you know this still repeat

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released April 25, 2008

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Celeste Krishna & Monarchs Birmingham, Alabama

Celeste Krishna is a Southern expressionist music artist, songwriter, and producer originally from Birmingham, Alabama, who is now based in Brooklyn, New York. With an ensemble of musicians she calls “Monarchs,” Celeste creates a range of poetic songs that have musical notes of Van Morrison, Lauryn Hill, and Björk. ... more

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