New Myths

by Clair Le Couteur

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    New Myths is a set of seven songs of transformation, written and recorded over a twelve year period.

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1.
Must've hit my head or something, I woke up on the ground. Naked and with blood under my nails. I'mon get out of this. I'mon get out of this. Picked up my feet, started walking with the trees as my guide; remembering that moss only grows on the North side (I think). I was ravening, so hungry when I found meat on the ground, I couldn't help myself. It looked just like steak. Picked it up, dusted it off, and tucked in with the blood dripping down my neck. I'mona get out of this, I'mona get myself together, I'mona find my way back to civilization. Civilization. And then, and then, I remembered some crazy dream; I was the king of the wolves, and the woods were bright with moonlight and with blood. And with the blood on my lips, so came these words, 'I won't end up eating people, I won't end up being one of them.' I'mon get out of this. I'mon get out of this. I'mon get out of this. As I walked on through the woods, I came upon a road finally and this car in a ditch and this girl, messed up pretty bad. She said, 'Oh my god, oh my god. Did that thing... did that thing come after you too? Where are your clothes?' And I said, 'Must've hit my head or something; I woke up on the ground, naked and with blood under my nails. But don't worry, we can get out of this, we can get out of this.' But as I came close, reached out my hand, 'Oh my god,' she said, 'what is wrong with your eyes? Yellow. Feral.' I reached out my hand but the pain was like a hive of bees. She had silver chains around her wrist. She had silver chains around her wrist. And I said. 'Are we not men? Or are we beasts pretending to be king? I'm not a man, I am a wolf, pretending to be a man.' I'mon get outta this the next time the moon sets me free and never look back, and never look back. I'mon get outta this skin. I'mon get outta this skin. I'mon get outta this skin. I'mon get outta this.
2.
If we are the Greeks then you are the Romans You love the deserts like we loved the sea We lived for our secrets and you for exposing red faces, blue collars, and really white teeth American sirens, calling to the sailors cruising through the shallows of the San Francisco night American sirens, out there in the desert where they're unweaving the rainbow Back to red and blue and white. Tie me to the mast boys, I've just got to hear what they are singing about Tie me down to the mast boys, I've just got to hear the sirens singing to me Lash me tight to the mast To the mast Gotta hear the sounds Hear the sirens E-O-E-O-E-O-E-O... I lied when I told them; the curse, I was bleeding But they could have anything else that they liked I knew it was risky but I, ah I didn't know that the girls would reveal what lace couldn't hide Hold me down again, hit me to the floor Kick me in the ribs then sit me on the sofa; I'm ok You're not gay José This is not your fault; you're a football player I just can't believe this is a fucking man I can't cope with this I believe this is a female But if she isn't going to tell you maybe you should check for yourselves Oh hold me now Hold my head Under Well, oh hold me down Can't you see that I'm bleeding here? It can't be helped These things can't be helped; boys will be boys Will be boys Will be boys Hold her down again Drag her to the garage Hit her with a shovel, strangle her then put her in the truck Drive her out of town Put her in the ground in the desert Let's just say she had a long walk home American sirens Some say they're monsters, leading men astray to drown them in the night But I know that their curse is that they can't stop singing Attracting men like moths around a light Tie me to the mast, boys, I have to hear the sirens singing to me Lash me to the mast boys, I've just got to hear the sirens singing to me Lash me tight to the mast, boys, I've just got to understand Understand Understand Understand The truth will be buried deep, one way or the other You know the sea floor is just a desert under water And if we are the Greeks then you are the Romans; you love the deserts and we love the sea We lived for our future And you for exposing the bodies of sirens on network TV

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released December 12, 2017

Vocals, Piano, Songwriting – Clair Le Couteur
Percussion – Carli Jefferson
Production – Justin Steinmetz, Tomas Patlich and Clair Le Couteur
Recording / Editing – SYPE Studios, Prague

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Broken folk experiments by Clair Le Couteur (vocals, drones) and Carli Jefferson (vocals, percussion).

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