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1.
Maria Imbrium I’m drifting home without you Pulling my hair without you Craning my neck to find you Still drifting too far without you Like leaves in a whirlpool Reverse image branches My arms: Blinding frostbite And the never known agreements Short fuses and the wires As you spy upon the moon Mariam Imbrium Undress between the raindrops Still scared of being scarce And I drift from home without you. Crane my neck to find you Bullet hole within a black hole And the leaves within a whirlpool… Instead of kissing You believe your god of wishes Your throat believes it’s open And you’re the moon upon the ocean with its guarded Latin secrets Still too removed to be with it Maria Nectaris Magnet sea upon the sweetness Can’t hear the planet sing Waste the time away Taking notes though telescopes Loving you through sun view My burning solar flower I waste the time away Burning garden blackness Back into my night It’s not like we are resolved But I feel it getting stronger I love the planet view I love what planets bring I love the planet sing La la la Ah, Maria, it’s you With your moonflower blues Old Manhattan direction like the last pages Of the reflection Noir fiction at its dead lover best I soaked up your story Then I buried it on the Moon
2.
05:32
Picassa Turn the pages of the illustrations Pencil grey persuasion The woman is an etching Shine lines indent to the next one Fake fog betrays a coast Sign language lightning We see clearer straight hands Aligned against the “V” of gulls’ wings The strange mating of hermetic divide Slick, divine, waist confined The uneasy trace brushing of pollen painted skin Lust dream spills blot on cartridge paper My ink drips flickering from the point of origin She stretches in an X to her points of origin The enigma points to water mark, water colour Jade pages fade greener in the sorrow light
3.
The Sun Is A Maze It’s light from your chambers Folds in on its shadows In presence of danger Sun is in debt to its labyrinth god And we’re in that maze Coaxed by fixation Silk ribbons ripped long From tethered obsession While the sun is a maze We are cold on the surface What we do to keep warm Wrapped hard in reflection The sun showering nectar On your equine neck Spread length on a secret Those coveted hands That coveted gown How we hide from the cold The sun is a maze The heat never stays And now in that maze A dark generates us Warm in our winter We wander in place Just to slide off our garments And slide away morals The sun points a finger It’s lightning curse stings us And follows us home It floods our resources Connecting our limbs Repeating our memories Translating our language Pruning our roses Igniting our bodies Mixing our drinks Persuading our cravings Threading our deserts
4.
Obsession Stares Back Obsession stares back Says if you were my sister You’d be my lover Obsession stares back Says you’ll be my brother As well as a lover Across rooms threading your mind Pas t the people positioned The dark wear and shadow showers Obsession leaves a line Like Theseus did Shrinking cracks to the chambers The memory palace It’s all we have Obsession in chambers Most of the doors closed Most of the sound stifled Most of the light replaced with instruction Madame Estuary Monsieur le Tight Line The rite time Wound up so tight You can see your reflection The reflection is down The double meaning expelled on the moving mirror So be my sister So be my lover Talk like Jack and Julie Play like Jack and Julie In our cement garden Obsession stares back And kills the frost on the window again Left for hours to talk into the blackness No glimpse of light on the captive floor As the obsession stares back Sweet talk back Words encrypted on festival walls Read through filters and wet frames And back to our chambers just like Jack and Julie Obsession stares back We’re not decadent We just drink from the same glass We’re not lovers We’re just siblings who dream We sing our cryptic narrative And lie to the ones we sing to We’re not lovers We’re just Jack and Julie’s shadow Shudder to think we shared a womb Madame Estuary Monsieur le Tight Rope Walker Don’t let the rope slacken Don’t fall in your cement garden Where obsession stares back Oh honey, and it stares so hard That death stare gives life To every wave your estuary He’s downstairs breathing her in again! He’s downstairs breathing her in again! He’s downstairs breathing her in again!
5.
Private Screening I wish I was at your private screening More than you’ll ever know Curtains each side of a halo To feel the precise line of shelter On train tracks Through shimmering fields I wish I was at I wish I was there The dark wooden floor The frame not detached But an aerial view
6.
The Belonging With the crystal no longer in place Frigid vapour invading a room Condensation from gasping to cumulus Dissipate vapour Dissipate sounds Relentlessly bound towards heat The belonging must wrestle The gull “V” again Trapped wingless fingers again Motion towards The sightless uphill approach Approaching the vapour Skin ripples reciting The nipples like cairns on Winter hills The belonging is moving The belonging to each other Each other to belong This might be the darkest But the sight is enclosed While fingers unrested And the motion of toes If it’s down to belonging Then it fits like a glove Bring back to extremities As they grow back to be alive The bees are bewildered as the honey sneaks back to the hive With the beams and the crosshairs displaced The belonging snakes stealth Through Winter land place Core breathing abstained As the floor slips away The shimmer-sounds, sleek in the ear Surrounding the head As the limbs spring to life That love is incredulous It’s strapped blue icon You belong to the stars But you can’t navigate the room Vision dictated By the dead space of air The cumulus burrowing In the back of your throat Dreaming beyond The sightless uphill approach Try to expand I’m sure you can do it without hands We belong to those stars We belong to this room As the limbs spring to life They’ve never been so still
7.
Young Magician Fluid stalagmite I can make you disappear To breathe over long remembering in your air They tried to throw me off the scent But I threw them off your scent Remembering in your air Fluid stalactite hang toe to toe A flourish of hands The Hey Presto moment of reveal Nocturnal nectar Neck to toe And again I can make you disappear Seal up the wound Like I seal up the tomb A soft twilit journey in Pharaoh stars Poles and the cross hair Fluid letter H dominated the room Swing low Hey Presto Jets magnified by black lenses Scalding escape And other Eureka moments To hold and watch that alchemy The hushed whispers The hustled alchemy promise to nectar Red horizon across the black lens Fluid letter H in the kingdom of cross hairs And you disappear In a cloud of blue ether Light as a feather Thin as the poles that hold you Pull to magnetic North Pull to magnetic South Swing low Until I go Open sesame Swing low Until I go Open sesame
8.
The Black Hive We lie down, live our lives in the black hive. Just extremes, no more memory No more view from here A sticky sensation Where we once Trusted our wings I’ll slide down you When you live inside the black hive You won’t fly away You’re safe within the black hive An afternoon of no shadow Just another kind of mortal Strange as it may seem I don’t wish to penetrate the black hive Whispering, it’s whispering Like bees in blindfolds The black hive shines In the heat of retreat Afternoon of no sweltering shadow You don’t need to lock the doors But you will You don’t need to pull the blinds down But you do whispering shadow Narcissist shadow Sibling shadow The nectar infects you The nectar infests you And poisons you both 9199 9199 You’ll never agree to the sunlight As you return to the black hive The comb is ecstatic You return to the black hive You’ll never agree to the sunlight But you don’t have a choice Like bees in blindfolds Sunk in the black hive And I’ll never let you go These seasons in the black hive And you won’t walk away Mine until you’re not mine Loving seasons in the black hive The maze in the comb Delivered nightly The sweetness in the comb Night all day Silk ribbons in the black hive Whisper nightly Delivered Breathing in the black hive It’s made for us to live there
9.
01:32
L.W.W. Revealing. Lie down Horizon strained against the myths on sea Sous le lit Dans le placard, dans le garde-robe Un coeur Un coeur de lion The Lion, the Witch & the Whisper Dissolving in the same hole It’s raining Sleep Dans le garde-robe Couche couche
10.
Picassa Turn the pages of the illustrations Pencil grey persuasion The woman is an etching Shine lines indent to the next one Fake fog betrays a coast Sign language lightning We see clearer straight hands Aligned against the “V” of gulls’ wings The strange mating of hermetic divide Slick, divine, waist confined The uneasy trace brushing of pollen painted skin Lust dream spills blot on cartridge paper My ink drips flickering from the point of origin She stretches in an X to her points of origin The enigma points to water mark, water colour Jade pages fade greener in the sorrow light
11.
The Sun Is A Maze It’s light from your chambers Folds in on its shadows In presence of danger Sun is in debt to its labyrinth god And we’re in that maze Coaxed by fixation Silk ribbons ripped long From tethered obsession While the sun is a maze We are cold on the surface What we do to keep warm Wrapped hard in reflection The sun showering nectar On your equine neck Spread length on a secret Those coveted hands That coveted gown How we hide from the cold The sun is a maze The heat never stays And now in that maze A dark generates us Warm in our winter We wander in place Just to slide off our garments And slide away morals The sun points a finger It’s lightning curse stings us And follows us home It floods our resources Connecting our limbs Repeating our memories Translating our language Pruning our roses Igniting our bodies Mixing our drinks Persuading our cravings Threading our deserts

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released November 11, 2019

Chris Connelly - 'Sleeping Partner'
(ARMCD066)

Recorded at The Rock Noir, Autumn 2018 to Spring 2019
Mastered by Jules Seifert
Artwork by Marija Buljeta – www.marijabuljeta.com
Layout by Violeta Juras – www.violetajuras.com
Photo of Chris by Jolene Siana – www.jolenesiana.com

All titles by Chris Connelly
Published by Bicycle Music / BMI
Title borrowed from the song ‘Sleeping Partner’ by Doll by Doll, written by the mighty Jackie Leven
Thank you Jack and Julie

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Chris Connelly Chicago, Illinois

Chris Connelly is a Scottish-born, Chicago-based singer-songwriter. Known equally for his lush, melodic solo work as well as for his participation in the industrial music scene, Chris is also the author of three books.

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