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No Man is Land

by Kris Ellestad

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1.
This story is very old How old? So old
2.
Run Me Down 03:30
Run me down Like a bull Like a podiphile Run me long Run me slow Run the one hour mile And coddling her baby She'll never cut that cord In bed she dreams that maybe This price she can afford To grip so firm and tight And never keep Her promise to the night Run me down Like a bull Like a podiphile Run me long Run me slow Run the one hour mile Run me off Of a cliff Of this precipice Run me soft Run me stiff Run me just like this And swaddling her baby In muddied cloth and twine His breath is stale and lazy Upon her winding spine He up the ladder crawls To see beyond Her shoulder round and small But when he's cut He will be sure to fall
3.
Shame 01:38
Shame Ask for forgiveness Ask for me Tame Tame in my is-ness Count to three When you're done Baking the centre of your bread Cut off a piece for me Run free Among the pillow-bitten dead Oh, wrong in the knees How do I bend supple like a tree Rake the yellowed, spineless leaves Over the garden of my shame Shame
4.
Another Day 03:31
Another day, another day After the one that went away She's got her hooks half hung inside The naked corner of my eye If we could only get along If we could only get along I'd gently lay her memory Beneath the shaded part of me And dream politely Still believing better days Are behind me Pouring out like a trail of smoke That leads nowhere I don't know If the story told itself to me Another year, another year Without the one that isn't here Tell me will time tell me it when The moment comes to pack it in I wouldn't say another word I wouldn't say another word And at last release this inbred kiss Into the only wilderness And dream politely Still believing better days Are behind me Pouring out like a trail of smoke That leads nowhere I can't see If the story tells itself to me
5.
Sorry Booin' 03:38
There is a man behind the curtain The air is heavy on his chest And on this night one thing's for certain He's here to watch as you undress The white and lacy fabric fumbles In his cold and clammy hand Through hot and rotten breath he mumbles I'm sure she'll understand For it's me she dreams of And not some other living man I hate to wake you my darling It gets so lonely underground But if you'd let me join your body I'd promise not to make a sound Unless you ask to hear my voice How it rolls and soars above It's up to you it is your choice But I cannot live without your love So breathe me in And let me live beneath your skin There is a man behind the curtain The air is heavy on his chest And on this night one thing's for certain He's here to watch as you undress The white and lacy fabric fumbles In his cold and clammy hand Through hot and rotten breath he mumbles I'm sure she'll understand For it's me she dreams of And not some other living man
6.
Kick me crow I'm an incandescent bulb Roll me down the road and crack my skull Hold me close and pour the powder in We can forget everything Though he don't know how or why He knew that he was safe Hidden from the eyes that wait outside And if the door blew open wide He wouldn't move his head He'd sit and wait for them to come instead There's one thing I don't know That's why that wind won't blow What was lost in the pentecostal church was just a watch That the holy spirit found and wouldn't give back Though he begged and pleaded for it he would find in time That the ticking parasite lived in his mind If the money's running low The phone ain't far away That same old story always makes 'em pay But calling home for another loan He found the line was dead The pig upon the cow was dressed in red
7.
When the wind in the air arrives There'll be rain in a soggy hole And the ice covering my eye Is shiny, wet and cold There's a moon in the trees tonight Gonna lay in the hollow There's a moon in the trees tonight Go and leave your home I've noticed I know Not one thing of your kind And your lava flows In around me as always There's a moon in the trees tonight Making friends with my sorrow There's a moon in the trees tonight And I can't let it go
8.
Frame House 02:45
Each lie I tell holds me fast Roped up Tied to a mast And we're sinking down And as we pass each day in line Frame house You're on my mind It's not the only time Painted pictures at the mall Two-stroke mountain, stream and all One bald ego against the sky Where does he go in the night And if I speak of something true Know that It's up to you To decipher it So pinch my cheek until it bleeds I've got All that I need To ignore the pain Haunted houses on the hill Two-faced phrases in the will One bald ego against the sky Where does he go off to die
9.
I'll make a move to the left lane And you can stay in the right Your onion breathing will Keep me up all night On the couch Shedding tears Crying for clean air I know forever Better than you The thoughts I'm thinking now Are gonna break on through To the other side Of the door Into your ear Dream that dream a little longer On your back Crossing at your legs Indeed a nightmare is waiting on the floor Under our bed Oh, we both know lines are being read Can't you see there's still time So fuck you Fuck you Deaf for the night Gone in the ears How does your song ring out So clear Doe my dear When we're together Who can avoid Staring frightful-eyed As the wild voice Of your mother's child Is calling out Like the end is near Dream that dream a little longer On your back Crossing at your legs Indeed a nightmare is waiting on the floor Under our bed Oh, we both know lines are being read Can't you see there's still time So fuck you Fuck you
10.
Niko 03:39
In the alley lies a long grey bone In the alley lies a long grey bone Only you decide whose side you're on In the alley lies a long grey bone Over hill and house the warm wind blows Over hill and house the warm wind blows In her lover's eyes the green light glows Over hill and house the warm wind blows I found you on your side empty-staring back at me Held you in my arms while you moved independently And I was searching for some old time remedy You were lost to me then but you ain't gone now Friend, don't you worry In the alley lies a long grey bone In the alley lies a long grey bone Only you decide whose side you're on In the alley lies a long grey bone
11.
You're sick of me Well I'm sick of you Getting sick was my idea I did it first It's true Well you be sharp and I'll be dull A knife that can't quite cut through butter A burnt-out bulb like no other The words I use just reach to find The sentiments I had in mind Perhaps the body just knows best The things to which I can't attest Through my mouth If we step back there ain't no shame in that If we pull back no there ain't no shame in that Yogi said to his wife Yoni Baby you really be speaking my lingam But once in a while pulla my fingam And although fun may not exist It's the searching for that makes it worth it And not the need to unearth it The words I use just reach to find The sentiments I had in mind Perhaps the body just knows best The things to which I can't attest Through my mouth If we step back there ain't no shame in that If we pull back no there ain't no shame in that If we step back there ain't no shame in that If we pull back no there ain't no shame in that
12.
The Secret 02:37
I brought a little load along with me A bag of dirty socks and shitty sheets That left some tiny turds upon the bed It wasn't what you meant but what you said That fostered A sense of impotence Not naughty, nor bold Was neither warm or cold You caught me staring at your breasts The secret was wrote In sweat upon your chest That things ain't what they seem I took a running jump into the trees That left me paralyzed below the knees While hanging from a branch and staring down I saw blue water wash and lick around Your body Became a lotus flower With fat and fleshy roots That tasted hot and sour I stuffed them in an orifice The secret shot out In cum and bloody piss That things ain't what they seem It's a dream
13.
Over Water 02:58
In morning it breaks Over water And the whole moon it takes In and under When the light hits the shore Who will not endure Through the burning of sand Who'll reach out a hand Who'll offer a hand In the weakest hour I will devour Each seed sown for me And then if all goes to plan I'll lose both my arms Swept to the sea And drown peacefully
14.
15.
Dream loudly or we won't hear you Speak up or be displaced Bend down or we can't see you Beyond your pretty face If you want what we're doling out Cup your hands and don't you pout All bow to the throne of madness And kiss her hand-like feet If you should show some kindness Hold on to your receipt If your caring turns into sound You'll be living underground Drift off with the birds above you How sharp and soft their song Follow and they will lead you To where you belong Not with those who prance on display But among the eggs you lay

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released March 1, 2011

KRIS ELLESTAD
Guitar, voice, accordion, bass, cello, chimes, harmonica, mandolin, toy marimba, melodica, percussion, piano, pump organ, recorder, and tin whistle.

MARK ELLESTAD
Bowed guitar (14), hardingfele (14), langeleik (14), munnharpe (1), percussion (1 & 4), rebec (1 & 4), singing bowl (14), viola (3, 5 & 12), and voice (5).

LAURA ELLESTAD
Violin (3, 5 & 12), and voice (5).

Recorded by Kris and Mark Ellestad at The Playhouse, October 2009 to February 2010.
Recorded by Kris at Hexagon Studio, March 2010 to October 2010.

Mixed and mastered by Kris.

Photo taken at Savary Island in 2005 by Kris.

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