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The Savage and the Small

by A Seated Craft

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    A Seated Craft’s first album, The Savage and the Small, was self-released in December 2010, and was re-released through Songs & Whispers in November 2011. Each CD features original artwork from A Seated Craft and an accompanying lyric booklet. The Savage and the Small was recorded, arranged, mixed and produced by Tony Dupé in and around Berlin, with additional vocal arrangements by Alexia Peniguel.

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stars tap out a Morse code as if to let us know that we are not alone in our celestial dome o Cepheid seraphim I trace your skeleton my fingers score the run from dirt to distant sun and I kid-skin glove my sight such tactile stalactites no tacit static bites your finite pilot lights solar driven squalls the breath peels back and falls makes atoms of us all the savage and the small
caradoc 04:40
it’s fey down there where the dirt slumps in mid-speech shoulders held as if to half ward off the oak and the beech where in the valley crease the water draws the mountains steadily downwards and on curls the path past where Elly turned her car past where the hillside hides scars of a blast that the earth shrugged off where I catch glimpses of Lil forests of glass empires of spider’s silk against the dappled milk of an afternoon that dawned itself into the dusk and the engine chokes but it does what it must it coughs and croaks its way through the gravel and the dust and I give no quarter to the ache inside the dogs will lick it clean when I arrive my heart the book you write the song you sing the jolt that lifts that sunken ship on the cusp of homecoming
shell 02:44
heading downtown looking round high before I’ve even pressed the day to my lips I taste time gone by when my heart was a red royal bird on high you were never too keen on the pre-paid fare just toss a coin see if you make it but miss the bus let the cars go past mess it up and there might be something bigger than you and me turn left at the traffic lights hit my street old piss stained laneway lies in wait how many times did we sit in the shell of your car trying to cling to the thing that had bought us this far now we’ve dissolved to pen on paper as we kowtow to the cold narrator of the past let’s reminisce this history into its box maybe we can see if there’s something bigger than you and me they say wisdom comes from mistakes and strength from heartache you know I’d make do with just being weak and dumb tiptoe round trials of fire lay low keep a lower profile but all the while a voice says you’re in it for the long run is there something bigger than you and me I’m waiting for something bigger than you and me
the skyline is sulking it scowls as it sinks and the lights in the houses tentatively blink on and evening calls for its happy hour drink and I’m ok if I don’t think the streets they all shudder as if their nerves are shot and the trees hunch up glumly and deal with their lot while the chimneys check that the moon’s in its spot and I’m ok until I’m not and this is the end of our beautiful stalemate picture perfect grief on a silver plate and oh my heart night chases its tail til it trips into day and I wake up bewildered with no hand to play but there’s no point keeping the morning at bay cos I’m ok when I’m ok and daylight outside paints a Picasso fake and the air smells of metal and burnt butter cake and the blue of the sky is more than I can take but I’m ok if I don’t break but oh my heart my heartache
about Sydney 01:54
I’m sorry I condemned your kitchen I’m sorry I said you were wrong I’m sorry for talking when I should have been listening to the words of the song and I’m sorry for filling the silence and for rearranging the space sorry that sometimes I took the light out of your eyes and the smile off your face but I’m not sorry I let myself fall and I’m not sorry that you and I happened at all I’m sorry for being so certain I’m sorry I wasn’t the one I’m sorry that for all the words that were spoken nothing was able to be done and I’m sorry the blow was a one person show and the audience left in tears and I’m so sorry about Sydney that will stay with me for years
oh look hey it’s me tripping over the scenery I’m only like that when you’re near and the question isn’t why’d you come but why’d you come and then go back home without making anything to me clear so the bags are packed that future’s wrapped and ready to be thrown into the deepest ocean I can find cos I can’t see how you can be the way you say you are and me be here so far from any peace of mind oh no no no I’m not going through this war again oh no no no I’m not going through this door again oh look here’s my truth stomping over my patience like a big black boot over the years I’ve worn the heels clean through cos I love you and god it hurts and you coming here’s just made it worse cos you left me with no idea of what to do is that the way you want to play it a couple more years til you can say it just seeing how it goes isn’t it worth a little sweat a little work a risky bet cos here’s the thing - I’m right and you’re wrong oh no no no I’m not going through this war again oh no no no I’m not going through this door again
cloudberries 03:37
first rain since autumn this veil across my eyes soft silhouettes like baby’s breaths fill the skies must have been pressed on late last night like berries beneath the feet as we slumbered on the wonder of dawn quite unknown in our sleep different forms accumulate cathedrals of cotton wool as we lie beneath every breath that we breath caught up in its pull I cannot count the times I’ve raised my eyes to search for something not within and the landscape’s shifted the sky’s opened up and I have fallen in and in the waking hours the rain comes down as the sky yawns and we all fall through into this bowl of blue and sail into the dawn drought be gone let the cloudberries rest on your tongue
I woke up today with the absolute belief that you were going to come and visit me thought of it as I went to work and wondered what time your plane would arrive they usually touch down before nine maybe you flew to Frankfurt first and then you caught a train here or maybe you got the afternoon flight and you’ll later appear but I’m sure you’re near don’t keep me waiting too long don’t prove me wrong my dear spring is in the seasons have stripped the winter back and word on the street is that love is the new black and here in my sun-kissed cave I’m trying to behave as if my skin’s not falling off as I wait for the day to call my bluff and maybe I will turn my head and I will see your outline or maybe I won’t realise until I hear the doorbell chime sunlight hits trips me from my thrall I wake to find that you’re not here at all and as the minutes turn to months and then to years I shift my weight shake my head it’s done it’s gone move on you’re not going to get the end you wanted but what if it’s just security and you’re stuck in customs or maybe you did the usual and you missed the bus here but never fear they come every fifteen minutes my dear tonight I want to take my rest with my head upon your chest I can almost see you there I can almost feel you this isn’t madness sprung from grief or denial that speaks this is absolute belief
und wie 05:01
strange birds in my tree eyes bright as marzipan questions like twigs in their beaks for me both knowing and inquisitive in silence I take what they give for a chance that each memory relived might be set free all the people go slow the wind rewinds its show and the world is papered in snow as far as the eye can see und wie strange signs on my hands the marks on the palm like a brand must be where the love began to become a fist notching my arrows in vain the mountain range too far away sometimes you can have the best aim and still miss but then the unforseen becomes skin the silence seduces the din and the worldly eclipses the dream and the joy floods in like the sea und wie
as I woke up this morning I thought of you my friend oh enemy of mine as I took my first awake breath I recalled the way that your words would fall I recalled the way that the light would trace your face I recalled the smell of your hair and your fall from grace I recalled how life goes on and on and as I woke up this morning I thought of you my friend what enemy is mine? as I took my first wide open look at the world I heard a shift in the steel of my certitude I disturbed the holed up image I held of you I disturbed the stability in shutting you out from my world I heard my heart letting go which is why I’m picking up the phone


A Seated Craft is the music of Berlin based, Australian musician Alexia Peniguel. The Savage and the Small is her first album. Originally from Melbourne, Australia, she has lived unobtrusively in Berlin, Germany since 2004. Lo-fi in style, hi-fi in texture, she treats words like clothing and keeps instruments like some people keep cats.


released November 26, 2011


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A Seated Craft Berlin, Germany

A Seated Craft is the music of Alexia Peniguel. Originally
from Melbourne, Australia, she has lived unobtrusively in
Berlin, Germany since 2004. Lo-fi in style, hi-fi in texture, she treats words like clothing and keeps instruments like some people keep cats.
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