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the lowering night

by dana falconberry

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1.
the dogs 02:37
oh love believe me i know, i am as easy as a river to hold. i see the state of your eyes, i see how truthfulnesses shape up as lies. when i hear the words i issue, i feel sorry for myself and i feel sorry for you. i know it's a burden to bear, and i do bear, oh i do bear. oh how i'd love to clear your beautiful eyes, come through in the end to everyone's surprise. but when you leave here tonight, you will know your heart is of the strongest light. and i will hear myself tell you to go, and i'll get back up to my old ebb and flow.
2.
oh love you took it out of me. we must have crossed the mississippi a hundred times before the sun came up. i fell for you every time.
3.
the dream 04:28
and when i wake oh let it be from your long face in a short dream and when i call may it be true that my words fall ever lightly on you how long do i have to wait i'll go up north i'll head for the trees to look for the source and dirty my knees oh the great loss of every fall oh it is not lost on me at all how long do i have to wait and when i sleep may it be so that it is deep that it's heavy and low and when i wake oh let it be from your long face in a short dream how long do i have to wait
4.
the shadow 03:16
and when the cold came that wind carried my name and drew my breath in and like a medicine it coursed my veins and when the night fell i heard her tongue dispel a thousand curses whispered in verses and i heard it well what evil the spark could run if issued from your tongue see it clear and hold it dear before it has been wrung then under dark skies and much to my surprise shy onlooker the shadow took her before my eyes didn't we try everything fire and alchemy the water breather to break the fever it left in me what evil the spark could run if issued from your tongue see it clear and hold it dear before it has been wrung silver spun oh dust of bone stand with it alone take that spark and turn it around make with it a stone and when the day broke long before i awoke where rye and wheat grow thread through the needle and break the spoke oh what was left of me no longer fiery small sap-sucking reconstructing the diary
5.
the heavier 03:04
you threw a rock across the rio grande i watched the weight of it leave your hand i saw the sun set heavy and low landing with your rock in mexico and in the autumn came a cold breeze i saw your face fall quick as the leaves i stood alone in the hallway to wait for you to figure out something to say doesn't it get heavier now the pines are all covered in snow sloped-shouldered they hang their heads low i could have waited straight into the spring to watch those pines shed everything you're always quiet in the evening light i watch the weight of it sink into the night if it were you in the hallway you know i would have figured out something to say doesn't it get heavier
6.
the west 02:41
when the sun first split the lowering night into two it rose for you rose for only you oh a lonely west laid under an unending blue it calls for you calls for only you and as if by the wind itself you rise up and begin yourself as the furling waves do turn themselves anew they break for you break for only you when the both my eyes have become ocean stone they look for you look for you alone and as if by the wind itself you rise up and being yourself when the sun first split the lowering night into two it rose for you rose for only you oh a lonely west laid under and unending blue it calls for you calls for only you
7.
the dusk 02:52
my heart exited me i saw the river drain out of the sea you say you love the light in the evening most as it is leaving my eyes of ocean stone i felt marrow drop out of the bone when you told me how the bird song in the morning sounds to you a warning

about

I wrote and recorded this tiny EP completely alone in my bedroom, mostly in the tiniest and quietest hours of the night. My intent in writing these songs was to return to the organic way I used to find refuge in songwriting. Recently the business of it all has muddied the process for me. Because making a record with a band that sounds really good and makes business sense means depending on a lot of other people, it also means a lot of waiting and wondering. My past year has been spent largely waiting on labels, producers, studios, band scheduling, money, contracts, lawyers, etc, and wondering if I would ever actually be able to release the album I had been working on so relentlessly. It can all feel a bit disabling and unfortunately, pretty uninspiring. I found myself unable to write for most of the year because of it. I was afraid to write, in fact, because if I wrote a song and liked it, I knew I’d want to share it with you and that would mean starting all the waiting and wondering process again. So I didn’t write for a while, and of course, it didn’t make me happier. Music has always been what I turn to in times of despair and depression, and so it felt especially awful for it now to be the cause of these feelings. I spent a lot of time reminiscing to years ago before I had any knowledge of the business of music, back when I’d just write songs all night to escape into a different world. I wanted to go back to that, and eventually saw no reason not to. I dusted off my old $10 mic from Best Buy circa 2005, held together with three kinds of tape and some hair bands and covered with a dirty sock (wind guard). I gave myself assignments and wrote, thinking of the songs as throw-away songs because it made it easier. I joined a songwriting group to get yelled at if I didn’t turn in a song every week. I allowed myself to write short songlets without any big statements, just little unassuming and freestanding verses. I didn’t have to like them (in fact, better if I didn’t). I just had to write them. So I ended up with a handful. I stayed up many nights playing with them: re-amping guitar parts through my MacBook speakers into my crap mic, playing prerecorded Garage Band synth parts on my computer keyboard, layering 50 guitar parts one note at a time, and singing singing singing. And there. I felt it again, the saving that writing music can do.
It’s in this spirit that I share these songs with you. They are not opuses. They are tiny little things that kinda saved me. They don’t make a ton of sense. They sound like crap. You can hear my dog in the background because he’s often behind me when I record. You can hear my roommate opening the bathroom door. You can hear click bleed and all kinds of phasing and terrible audio stuff that I don’t even know about. But they are done, and that’s something. And I’m sharing them, and that’s something too. You can have them for free if you want, or you can pay whatever you'd like. There’s no manager or label or publicist or anything involved. Just me singing in my bedroom like I've done forever, straight to you without waiting a hundred years.
Thank you for listening.
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released May 4, 2015

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Dana Falconberry Austin, Texas

Dana Falconberry & Medicine Bow's new album, From the Forest Came the Fire, guides us past the forest's edge, beneath the surface of the water, and up the base of the mountain, leaving listeners awestruck at the meeting of natural landscapes and the supernatural forces that lay within them. ... more

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