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Mountainess EP

by Mountainess

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nofatclips 4th listen: each song is a perfectly crafted piece of musical jewellery that will immediately improve your day upon listening.

1st, 2nd & 3rd listen: mesmerized by the Regina Spektor-esque voice and the exquisite songwriting. Favorite track: Doe-Eyed Nightling.
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Alison Morris Still listening...in awe of your gentleness and talent-beyond-measure. Beautifully arranged and deeply poured out. Keep pulling from the past and shooting for the stars Emily. I am moved each time I listen..it makes my heart meditate and grow. 💖
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1.
the horns raised in silence, bathed in serrated leaves. the flora mocks the fauna with its cool, unnatural ease. And I, a doe-eyed nightling, wild in my dreams. dead oak lines the hallway, covered in red moss. a woven map, a barefoot path to brooklyn's lost green. And I, a doe-eyed nightling, wild in my dreams.
2.
Good Heart 03:25
i played along-- my shoulders three feet high black under my eyes. the game was long-- sunset on the field followed by a silent meal. four sisters sulking pink and red, but i was doing it for them. i had a good heart. i had a good heart. i married young. she was a planned surprise- white veil trailing behind. (collecting dust, collecting dirt, collecting dust, collecting dirt) the drive was long-- sunset on the dotted line followed by a silent meal in middle america, hoping the night wouldn't find us in middle america. i had a good heart. i had a good heart. it was too polite to talk. i never did know what it wanted. now it's changing, palpitating in a morse code. telling me what it's owed. speaking up too late. telling me what it's owed. speaking up too late.
3.
Hand-Me-Down 02:48
from one son to another, what's bad blood between brothers? good fortune--better if it's stolen-- all for the first born. third child is crying, old winter has our house whining. in time, when no one replies, they'll bury those sounds with me. all things are a hand-me-down, even your mother's love. softer the last time around, but not a lot of warmth. we all come home tired, selling all our time for quarters. and you'll always owe that debt your father sewed is pouring over. share the pie with eachother. it's not sweet, it's not dinner. if the pie seems much thinner, maybe you should quell your hunger. from one son to another, it's all blood between mothers. and we're told our worth in the afterbirth-- she always said I was a simple girl. all things are a hand-me-down, even your mother's love. softer the last time around, but not a lot of warmth.
4.
Imprint 03:46
who was at the shoreline shaking their fists or crying? how long did you take to turn your back? what expression were you hiding? you didn't write it down, you hoped that it would die, but it never does, it only grows with time. a name change on the edge of a new state, that's what you gave them, that's what you left. and the bad dreams still float in our bloodstreams, and when i'm sad i'm sure it's an instinct. when i'm sad i live in your imprint. set up shop in cleveland, selling junk that no one needed. when you found him bludgeoned in did you sigh or did you scream? was it the first blow or one of many? you didn't write it down, the news came and went. you thought that words were wounds so you kept tight lipped. a name change on the edge of a new state, that's what you gave them, that's what you left. and the bad dreams still float in our bloodstreams, and when i'm sad i'm sure it's an instinct. everyone thinks it ends in them, but i am convinced each silence is where it begins. i carry on your disposition- a flag without without a coat of arms. and the bad dreams still float in our bloodstreams, and when i'm sad i'm sure it's an instinct. and when i'm sad i live in your imprint.
5.
David 02:46
david in an armchair, looking at the camera, ready for the judgement with his ever-present cigarette. all that smoke weighed against a photograph. what would ammit think with so little to eat? if we can't disown our namesake we want more of you-- not just the space your vices kept, not just the stories second-hand. if we can't disown our namesake we want more of you. what can you give? what can you give? david in an armchair smiling like a martyr, is it a comfort to know what's killing you? why prepare to meet your god? you know you could've stayed with us. if we can't disown our namesake we want more of you-- not just the space your vices kept, not just the stories second-hand. if we can't disown our namesake we want more of you. what can you give? what can you give? take a breath and hold it. claim your fate in poses. anybody's son. falling out of orbit, landing in a moment. candid for no one. we want more of you.

about

In 2015, I started reaching backwards. I had often felt the hands of the past grazing my shoulders. Frustrated with my negligence, they had begun to push heavily on my chest. I decided to return the touch. With no clear documentation and no living grandparents, many family stories seemed lost. Even during their lifetimes, my now deceased relatives kept their cards close to their chest. Over the last two years, I've gathered scraps of stories and developed them into songs.                        
The subsequent creations are half true and half imagined. Half trick and half magic. Recorded with a string trio (arranged by Meyer Brown and recorded by Michael Samos of Brown Bird), these 5 songs are my attempt to connect to the past and gain a better understanding of the present.
Through these musings, Mountainess was born.

credits

released May 24, 2017

Songs by Emily Goldstein. ©2017

String Trio Arrangement by Meyer Brown.
String Players: Kate Outterbridge on violin, Hannah Ross on viola, and Zan Berry on cello.
Additional String Parts were written and performed by Armand Aromin.
Bass Parts by: Brigham Brough.
Additional Vocals: Roz Raskin, The Horse Eyed Men (Dylan and Noah Harley), Ant Savino, Armand Aromin.

Engineered by Michael Samos.
Mixed by Michael Samos and Emily Goldstein.
Recorded at Palace People Studios and Slow Hugs Studio.
Produced by Emily Goldstein and Michael Samos (with Ant Savino on Hand-Me-Down).
Mastered by Alan Douches at WWSM.

Album Art:
Font by Angela Woodside.
Embroidery by Maya Critchfield.
Photoshop by Laura Ryan.

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The earth shifted,
Bubbled,
and out she sprang:
Mountainess.

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