The First Woman to See Her Reflection in the World Before Mirrors

by Wooden/Apple/Heart

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released June 8, 2017

Cole Schuster ~ Guitar, bass, vocals, and salt&pepper shakers on "Nora"
Alex Fink ~ Pedal steel on "Born Away"
Scott Anderson ~ Percussion, blips, bloops, and additional mixing on "Born Away"

Everything else by Kyle Baker

Recorded and mixed at Cat HQ in Shoreline, WA and at Remote Village Earth in Washington D.C., on my trusty Tascam DP008EX.

Mastered by Juan Nintendo in a warehouse on skid row in Los Angeles, CA.

Thanks to Riley, Anders, and Michael for your generosity and trusting me with your instruments.

Cover art by Laiah Mahey

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Track Name: Nora
Funny how time splinters, repeats its own circles
poor bear awake through winter, no dreams of melted ice
She still believes in love
what else can she convince herself of?
She was alone and feeling lost
Springtime came and blossomed as a wreath of haunting images around her head
But you’re not dead, you’re not dead, you’re not dead.
She was a lonely hunter
Cause she was never a killer
To be a constant provider
She was their only protector

Mother, maker, leaves us
how we need each other
Pattern, pattern feed us
No hand to soften the bite
We still believe in love
What else can we convince ourselves of?
She was dreaming of a purple dawn
When Summer sings a sentimental song that shimmers aimlessly above her bed
She was a lonely hunter
Cause she was never a killer
To be a constant provider
She was their only protector
Track Name: Ubiquitous Blue
I never thought I’d have this down to a science
The shapes and the sizes
Blind to every corner of the sky
I couldn’t find it
Now snow falls in the middle of the sea
with the entire South Pole on fire
Blue is just a color of the eye
Made of our own device
Track Name: A Watchmaker's Mind
Steve’s got a watchmaker’s mind
He thinks about time
and how numbers design and callous every minute that he counts
He peels away his desires
They’re just cables and wires
He holds the soldering iron and needs nothing more than food upon his table
He sees the flashing of the brake lights
Illuminate the beauty of the turnpike
He hears the music of the windshield wipers
And lives his life inside the engine
So curious and childlike
He recalls the moment that he questioned god
Or that time he built a synthesizer
And felt none the wiser

Nora speaks with her eyes
She befriends fireflies who light her village at night
Brighter than the torches of a thousand angry people
She comes face to face with a bear
Who was caught in a snare
But the pain that they share makes them closer friends and infinitely kinder
She sees the dancing of the candle light
Throw her quiet shadow all across the room
Feeling alone in this whole allegory
She lives her life on the tip of her pen
So curious and childlike
She recalls the moment that she questioned god
Or learned that beauty’s nowhere but inside her
But still felt none the wiser
Track Name: This Chair Is Not for Sitting
This chair is not for sitting
It simply is observing
Being caught between the floor and the ceiling
Who made these legs?
Am I just smoke from the factory,
Am I ashes in a chimney,
Just echoes in a stairwell?
We dance along the shores of hell
You are so far, so far
From where you thought you are
This is how we move through time
Time moves through us
Splinter, repeat
You are so far, so far
From what you thought you are
Track Name: Born Away
When I
finally decided
It’s too much to justify
my relationship to silence

Why do I always
Have to look away
From my thoughts, am I not home?

Sometimes I feel like
I was born away
From the world outside
that everyone else has seemed to figure out

Dark skies
Suddenly collided
With paper mountains, they compromise
To fold on the horizon

Why do I always
Have to look away
From my thoughts, am I not home?

Sometimes I feel like
I was born away
From the world outside
that everyone else has seemed to figure out
Track Name: Under the Glass
Too bored of wearing black
Too short and simple on a track
Guarding my heart like some artifact
Burning beneath the mask
Too tall to stand under the glass
Naked still feels like the front of the class

In your shell, I hear the coast
Now those waves are getting close
Hesitate when I throw
Cannonballs in your boat

Lost track of keeping count
Of every fossil of a doubt
Was there a world before mirrors in every room of the house?
Thought it was over then
The circle breaks to start again
I know this treasure map as well as the back of my hand

In your shell I hear the coast
Now those waves are getting close
Hesitate when I throw
Cannonballs in your boat

I made you into my romance
I turned you into something
You’re my melting wax sculpture, you’re my glass figurine
Now I’m staring up the east coast
Streamlined on a whim
I’d jump in the Potomac, but I guess I think I forgot how to swim

You walk on a whisper
You hide in the crowd
Your conversation as light as a feather
We float unpredictably around
That rooftop’s always with me