The New Dirt

by Waxlimbs

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A journey through death for those experiencing it and those witnessing it.

Music video for While At The Window: noisey.vice.com/en_ca/article/enter-the-eerie-groovin-world-of-waxlimbs-new-video-while-at-the-window

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released October 29, 2016

Cast:

Alex Metcalfe - Electric Bass, Upright Bass, Synths, Vocals/Lyrics, Guitar, Piano, Alto Saxophone, Percussion
Paul Geldart - Drums, Percussion, Production, Synths
Will Jarvis - Vocals/Lyrics (Portrait of a Burning Forest)
Cassandra Beauvais - Vocals, Musicbox (Coals), Backing Vocals (Body)
Isabella Davis - Vocals/Lyrics (The New Dirt)
Angus McMaster - Electric Guitar (The New Dirt)

Artwork by Alex Metcalfe
In loving memory of Dziadzia, Jan, Clarence, John and Angelo.

Thank you very much to:
Paul Geldart for often getting me unstuck, Cassandra Beauvais, Oliver Lauder, Nick Jung, Alex H, José Camargo, Samantha Haggart for always being there, Alex Prodanovic, Matt Murphy for awesome chats and being so inspiring yet so humble, Annie HH for cheering me up, my Mum, my Sister, Omar and Michael for their support/enthusiasm, and anybody who has come to our shows, offered words of kindness or bought a record from us: you are our heart and our drive.

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Waxlimbs Toronto, Ontario

A creature who sings songs of monsters and mysteries, Waxlimbs is from Toronto, Canada.

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Track Name: Portrait of A Burning Forest
How to say
How I feel
Seemed like an ordinary sunday to me
Driving fast, center field
And I just can’t let you be

Times have changed
The air is grey
You are like a burning forest
Matted leaves
Dissolve your face

World on fire
lack of day
and you are like a burning forest;
Up and gone
Without a trace

I can remember last night’s dream
Striding above the burning trees
Desperately searching
for your disease.

I can feel you calling to me
“Return to ashes, return to the trees.”
I can feel you calling to me
“Return to ashes, return to the trees.”
I can feel your presence pull me
“Return to ashes, return to the trees.”

And I will take you by the flames
and I’ll release you from your name
And you will ride the wind
as ashes on the air.

World on fire
lack of day
and you are like a burning forest;
Up and gone
Without a trace

I can remember last night’s dream
Striding above the burning trees
Desperately searching
for your disease.
Track Name: Body
These days the dead are talking to me
Nothing's gonna kill you
Nothing's gonna kill you
At home

And I've been finding it hard to act lively
'Cause I'm afraid of dying
I'm afraid of dying
Alone.

We could see our bodies
slipping away from us
Our monsters climbing out of the tar pits
This could be the end.

And I've been finding it hard to act lively
'Cause I'm afraid of dying
I'm afraid of dying
Alone.
Track Name: The New Dirt ft. Isabella Davis
I, wake up
Things have changed
This is the only thing
I can be.

Daughter, oh daughter
I’m dying
My lonely child
You need to find a lover
I trust you’ll know.

The wind
The birds
Your Mother, your Mother
The seas
The skies
The rivers, you’re in Her
you’re in Her.

I’ve been here
under the silence
for so long.
I wake up
buried inside you
for too long.
Track Name: Parade
Follow the old neighbourhood roads
Grey with wind-blasted dew
Pass by the house you knew so well,
It stares back at you
Windows dark and empty,
Curtains closed;
Letting us pass.

The beetle-black of the parade
Indicates
That someone great is gone.
I haven’t seen my father cry
Since I was very young,
In his words: “He was a true gentleman.”
A poppy driven into the wood
Of the casket
Breaks him through.

A flower falls from the bouquet
And blows to my feet
I place it back on the lid.
A thousand salutes could never mark
What you did
A thousand salutes could never mark
What you did.

Why bring home the war?
This is your parade.
Why bring home the war?
This is my goodbye.
Track Name: Ikala
I’ve been fighting
with my bad thoughts
I’ve been fighting
with my dreams

There’s a million
tiny holes in
all my hopes and
fantasies

But you’re still here.

You can disappear
all you like
I’ll keep looking for you
I still hear your
voice late at night
There’s no way I’ve lost you.

You’re still here.
Track Name: While At The Window
We’ve forgotten
what wind feels like
Our eyes gaping
holes in skulls

The window’s freezing
and the words aren’t right
Worried something’s wrong…

And it’s gonna be a while
Standing at the window
It’s gonna be a while
searching in the mirror
It’s going to take some time
to let the water clear
It’s gonna be a while...
Track Name: Old Leaves
Flux
Softly pulling in
Eyes
My eyes are staying shut
Her hands
Her hands will multiply
Old leaves
Our forest won’t grow back

I don’t need forgiveness
for keeping my eyes shut
I don’t need to feel better for
burning the leaves away
I don’t need a lover
to tell me it’s okay
Hiding like a creature
I can bury my mind here.

Dust
The wood is petrified
Creatures
Quiet but alive
The cold
of the afterlight
Your breathing
Your breathing isn’t right.

We could carry over
skin and dusty bone
Permanence has always
been the problem with stone
Roots ripping up
as if science were art
as if hands touching tender
get hard to remember

I don’t need forgiveness
for keeping my eyes shut
I don’t need to feel better for
burning the leaves away
I don’t need a lover
to tell me it’s okay
Hiding like a creature I can bury my mind here.
Track Name: Foreword
We could see our bodies
Burning into coals,
and like a burning forest,
you disappear.
I’ve been under silence
for so long.
In your eyes gaping;
holes in a skull.

We could carry over
skin and dusty bone
permanence has always been
the problem with stone
roots ripping up as if science were art...