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Late Bloomer

by The New Spring

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1.
I don't recall a single thing the water spilling from the drains, the water pouring in the scented candles, the house at sunset My happiness is like a pearl it's not a thing, it's not a boy and it's not a girl It's just this something that I've been meaning to tell you See that girl there on the fence is she as pretty as me? See that boy there moving slowly is he as pretty as me? You can't understand what they say they have a song for every hour of the day Why is it that they say that it's dead? When it still shakes after we cut off its head See the wings flapping, see it wiggle and dance with the blood gushing out Don't let it make you feel sad look up now, there's mom and there's dad tell them what happened tell them that something just ran through the house Sunday with your best friend the rain falls, it's beautiful he is walking over here he has grown and he is beautiful you let him know you mean no harm and with a single touch you'll carry the wind out of his arms Here's the waterside pavilion here's the end of all the reasons, the changing of the seasons and the water that looks like wind around the shipwreck, on the rail we're moving in and out of its holes
2.
A sudden decision and for the rest of my life nothing from the world entered me I broke the frame 'cause I wanted your picture to breathe ' cause I wanted to see Tonight I feel silly waiting for some kind of sign for a train to arrive Thinking about you walking around after midnight in the neighborhood I spoke to someone outside the convenient store he told me he was once a young man assured me while holding my hand he played with Armstrong, it was Paris in '74 Inside my room your picture can move around accidentally I took a walk this morning and for the rest of the day everything in the world entered me
3.
A set of balloons flying high inside our room all we have is time look now, the sun is setting over the houses brought to the altar, furnished with gold Walked down the block on my bare feet I felt the pavement swollen with heat and something is ready to blow it's early, but already we know when the old world dies, it dies in silence Is there something in you that can't be caught? In 100 years, in one clear thought? Look now, the sun is setting over the houses touching the corners, touching your face We shut the windows and lock the door we use our hands for what they are for and something is ready to blow it's early, but already we know one hand from the other Look, the sun setting over the houses a bright monument of light splitting an ill kept front yard when the backyard is crawling with life now there's just feeling easy now it's just a walk in the park always keep your eyes open never lose sight of your hands in the dark
4.
Late Bloomer 06:15
Late bloomer the word at the party is the story of your life is already written Late bloomer my heart is a seashell I'm fearless and open I want to stop growing Late bloomer with a heart tied to your chest tonight let it all out blow the smoke into my mouth Late bloomer with hair like silver you're the moon in my sky the apple of my eye Late bloomer it's just a casualty of time to pass through the stages to carry our love through the ages Late bloomer at a countryside reunion we're picking wild flowers and hiding behind the bushes Late bloomer it's so funny what you said that the kids don't want you that the ground doesn't want you Late bloomer Saw you sitting in the kitchen speaking to yourself when no one saw you Late bloomer there's no beauty in the country I heard you the first time I heard you the last time Late bloomer but it's already winter stay with me in hell stay sick, don't get well Late bloomer I've been drinking all across town I wandered around the room and I didn't speak to anyone and I carried myself home when I was done Late bloomer when it's over, when you're dead we carry out the groceries in bags and meet up on the spot where a car is waiting for us outside in the parking lot to take us away to a mansion with clean windows to take us away to a hallway where no wind blows look, the sky is carving out a name and the picture of the city moves away inside the window frame on the backseat, I wondered if anyone else here felt the same
5.
I wear the night sky 'cause I feel like some lingering star, some lingering star Wear the seasons or wear purple if you have to just blame it all on a change of the heart or a shift on the outside the suddenness of a riptide rushing through the channels underground you always were the last you always gave birth with your fingers moving across the land in frightening rivers beating on the river banks wanting to speak, but never speak to soon you have the crown of winter blushing on your skin in blood red petals on your mouth and on your chin but still a rose is a rose is a rose is a rose I wear my family like a set of clothes
6.
Bees 01:08
Morning morning arrived through the trees eyes fixed on a multitude of bees silent, moving as one navigating by the position of the sun observe and argue about the time for the next swarm
7.
We stumble out on the boulevard in our summer jackets just before sunset we've gathered blankets and flashlights, water and supplies now I follow your lead a big sun in the sky looks like a medal or a price The rain falls like bricks when we arrive one hour later of course we have to jump the fence, but then there's a hillside and a star filled night we settle in the dirt feel like astronauts on planet earth Shaky all day we've been hanging around, just talking playing the same song over and over again but now that we're here you have to tell me again the you're never, never prepared for it when it happens I'll be tender and I'll be brave I can hold your hand if it breaks and I'll form the perfect circle and light the scented candles if that's what it takes A clear sound in my throat when the light came down A shiver running down my spindle when light came down I ran for the exit with a fire burning in my head I ran for the exit with sparks flying from my head I look up at the floodlights beating down just like floodlights we're trapped inside this reservoir of beautiful glass eyes and tonight we'll reassemble our bodies in the dark we can give each other new names see, I came here because you asked me to and I won't be afraid when it's time to get up and leave
8.
Hold the water inside your mouth, between your lips let it flow all the way to me slowly, but now unguarded somehow on the lips remains a single pearl when the kiss has fade from the world like the river in a tide water pushing through the sides we're laughing every time we say goodbye The summer came back I went out to see and I fell through the street feeling like a little child running again, so alone and wild and the sun began to rise and the air had filled with butterflies sprawling from within when the orchestra sets in sounding with the tears we are yet to cry Walking like a stone and talking like a stone until every time we say goodbye
9.
It was springtime when you went out into the forest it's true what they said, you never needed anybody's help you took the wax from the candles and poured it unto your skin I still can't believe you would go and do that to yourself I'm happy and waiting, I'm happy and waiting I'm still writing my poetry underneath the moon for a year you were gone, but I got your letters I took out the best part and now I'll sing it to you: If we were to imagine a dessert it would have thousands of mirrors If we were to imagine our hearts it would sound just like our feet If we were to imagine our children they would be dressed up in little bowties If we were to imagine a new body it would have the shape of a tree If we were to imagine a perfect life it would just go on forever if we were to imagine a new body it would have the shape of a tree You're like a prayer for rain that is answered with a promise of flood you're like a longing for peace that is answered with a promise of blood when the time is right, when the planets align I will carry your remains and bury them out in the yard out among all the rosary bushes, I am walking around like an elephant out in the yard And we remembered a phrase from a song: “We are waiting for someone to stand up and wave to us now!” All the skeletons underneath the floorboards are thinking of someone who stood up and waved to them like your sacrifice could ever be enough when you promised the world you would never look up at the faded white ribbon, the moon's yellow light that is pulling the blankets from Saturday nights unraveling slowly a scene in the dark You were thinking of someone who called out to you in the dark Me, my thoughts are flower strewn aglow at night like wild balloons the evenings last conversation always heads for the moon on the night sky we tumble and meet but in the morning we always land on our feet
10.
All matters put aside we push the windows open wide it's a gesture as you do on the first day I felt a sudden urge to run like a torso in the sun waking up after a century of bad luck The parlor is a womb the house a brightly lit tomb I think we should always be outside where somewhere on the street someone is calling out for me I should go out and see what it' s all about I remember the night when I entered into your light and happiness ran through our wires with a clear and heavy sound from the body we just found that is red, that is warm and that moans when you touch it And just what is this light? This bright and burning fright it's what causes the image to appear and the garden in bloom is prettiest in the dark room when its features glow with radiant wires We saw him last night the painter on the bridge crying out 'cause he is slowly going blind but as a final work of art he wants to be flying around the yard unattended and released from his own weight now You nearly split my face in half when we collided in the hallway in the hallway The sun is going down and the rain falls in an old way in an old way We're out on the street now come on and show me your way your way

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Late Bloomer is the 3rd album by Danish folk act The New Spring. The album was recorded in only two days. In the recording process they strayed from using digital effects and anything but the very basic post-processing. The result is a crisp and fresh sound in a musical world more and more dominated by big productions.

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released September 15, 2014

Jens Ramon (Figurines) engineered and mixed the album

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The New Spring is the moniker of Copenhagen-based singer-songwriter Bastian Kallesøe.

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