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Every Lover Knows / Deep Water

by Steven Lambke

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Grain Sparrow Deep Water came up on shuffle the other day and at first I couldn't place it: "What is this?! John Frusciante? Molina? ...Pain of Salvation?!?!" But no, it's just Steve and Daniel doing their thing. They storm the grounds of a palace where a zeppelin made of lead is tethered in the courtyard, come the riff at the end. What I'm trying to say is, the song is HUGE. And the singing and the words are terrific.
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Every step returning is just as sorely made as those departing, and the same quickening pace that every lover knows that every lover knows that every lover knows The truth is every truth is tested by the world until it’s busted, twisted, or frayed, as every lover knows as every lover knows as every lover knows Love is just a witness to this century of reckoning and pain. Eternity is here and home is far away. Landowner, at the hardware store, will be defeated by the summer and the days of heavy storm that every lover knows that every lover knows that every lover knows Love is just a witness to this century of reckoning and pain. Eternity is here and home is far away.
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Deep Water 03:25
Early one morning in the cold blue hunger cold tea on the counter and the rain falling down The sky is a patchwork of silk and old denim wrapped in white linen to lay on the ground So wake me up sailor, we’ll stagger and sway The things that we’ve known have all passed away Wake me up gently to the truth of this world Spinning and whirling our sorrows away I love the air I love the deep water I love the green valley where laughing and bravely we lay There’s something inside that’s only grown colder and bold as spider trapped under glass A left-handed rhythm like a street corner drummer one arm swinging wild, one lost at the shoulder I love the air I love the deep water I love the green valley where laughing and bravely we lay So beat the drum slowly play the fife lowly and meet me by the river the next time the human race comes crawling from the water, like a calf, knocked-kneed and wobbling Wake me up sailor, we’ll stagger and sway The things that we’ve known have all passed away Wake me up gently, then let the light in I’m wrapped in white linen and dressed for the day

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Every Lover Knows / Deep Water is a two-song single released in advance of the album VOLCANO VOLCANO. Deep Water is a non-album track exclusive to this release.

EVERY LOVER KNOWS
The songs on Volcano Volcano were written as affirmations of a shared world. The world as it is. To affirm the reality and the great mutuality of the world, to experience the world through listening and breathing; to experience connections with different parts of the world, and relationships that feel like identification or understanding or participation or collaboration. And so it was written against the liars and politicians and corporations and police who say that life, your life, can be lived individually, on individually enclosed land, can be raised or punished individually, and outside the reckoning of history. Against the billionaires and their spaceships who imagine environmentally controlled existences on distant planets. As if no storms on Mars! Every Lover Knows is a song of celebration. The most profound moments in a life are often experiences of love, of connection, to another, to the world, to a shared moment. It is love that teaches the full scale of what can be experienced and of what can be lost.

DEEP WATER
Some songs are deep water. Some of the old songs. I was listening to the late recording of Johnny Cash singing The Streets Of Laredo. One morning a man goes walking and encounters another, a young man, who has been shot and is dying. The song embodies this encounter with mortality, this confrontation with death. The young cowboy uses his last words to remember his youthful activity and glory and direct the living on the manner of his passing: Beat the drum slowly, play the fife lowly. The part that most surprises me, every time, is when requesting that his mother be written and told of his dying, the young man begs “please not one word of the man who had killed me, don't mention his name and his name will pass on.” It is the desperate, nearly heroic expression of imagination in the moment, to claim all history, to rewrite at the end your own living and dying, that makes the song worth singing. That makes the passing of this foolish young man worth contemplating. These are times of crisis and catastrophe on a collective, global scale. The world as we know it is passing, has passed on. I know we’ve done wrong. The song imagines a resurrection, a reawakening, an after.

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released February 16, 2022

Performed by:
Steven Lambke – vocals, guitars, percussion, melodion, recorder
Daniel Romano – drums, organ, vocals
David Nardi – bass
Carson McHone – vocals

Songs by Steven Lambke

Recorded by Daniel Romano at Camera Varda and at home in Toronto by Steven Lambke
Mixed by Steven Lambke
Mastered by Harris Newman at Grey Market Mastering

Artwork by Shary Boyle
Layout and Design by Paul Henderson

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