Where The Knives Meet Between The Rows

by Leigh Marble

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1.
04:46
Gonna walk until the anger’s gone Gonna walk until the anger’s gone Gonna walk until the anger’s gone Gonna walk into the setting sun Gonna walk into the setting sun Gonna step into the anger ball And let it burn til it’s all done Gonna walk until my legs stop feeling Gonna walk until my legs stop feeling And the numbness creeps up to the ceiling And colors over the view Gonna walk until my legs stop pumping Gonna walk until my heart stops thumping Gonna walk until my legs stop pumping Gonna walk until my heart stops Gonna walk until the anger’s gone Gonna walk until the anger’s gone Gonna walk until the anger’s gone Gonna walk into the setting sun Gonna walk into the setting sun Gonna step into the anger ball And let it burn til it’s all done Gonna walk until my legs stop pumping Gonna walk until my legs stop pumping Gonna walk until my heart stops thumping Gonna walk until my heart stops
2.
04:23
Jackrabbit baby, jackrabbit time Jump across the border of good taste and find Something that feels like you Perverted and dirty but true Gladhanding baby, gladhanding smile Almost to the border, run another mile Burning inside from your lungs to your toes Keep it in check so that nobody knows Who’s bought up shares of your loyalty Let’s follow the dollar and see Who’s waiting in the wings to collect As their demands get more direct Jackrabbit baby, your ass is in the air Flying off the auction block Flying who knows where To something that feels like you Perverted and dirty but true So who’s bought up shares of your loyalty Let’s follow the dollar and see Who’s waiting in the wings to collect As their demands get more direct Jackrabbit baby, jackrabbit time Jump across the border of good taste and find Something that feels like you Perverted and dirty but true Burning inside from your lungs to your toes Keep it in check so that nobody knows Who’s bought up shares of your loyalty Let’s follow the dollar and see Who’s waiting in the wings to collect As their demands get more direct
3.
03:37
Goodnight, baby goodnight Shut your eyes on me and snooze I know you wanna leave me Well I wanna leave me too If I could I’d make up a better plan And if I could I’d wake up a happy man I know that look in your eyes Bored, sick, despised Worn down to threads by Years of compromise If I could I’d make up a better plan And if I could I’d wake up a happy man Goodnight, baby goodnight Shut your eyes on me and snooze I know you wanna leave me Well I wanna leave me too If I could I’d make up a better plan And if I could I’d wake up a happy man
4.
04:39
Evil don’t find me here A pool of blood Out the back of a dumpster On a night when you walked all alone Walking home, walking home, walking home When things fall apart And your grace is through When manna doesn’t fall from the sky anymore But jet planes do Flying home, flying home, flying home Evil don’t find me here You work and save And you live out your sweet life Til the sickness comes and takes all you own Sell your home, sell your home, sell your home Evil don’t find me here
5.
07:28
You’re under the gun, and you’re sleeping alone You think it’s over and done, til they break through the stone And if you ever need somebody to bleed on I’m wearing my suit And keep a knife in my boot So keep your eyes on that nail in the coffin On the thread as it winds off the bobbin And there at the end of your rope You’ll test the aerodynamics of hope You didn’t deserve, the poison cake Now you’re thin as a bird, til you cough up the snake And after you’ve punished yourself enough You can come back to life In this place it’s alright So keep your eyes on that nail in the coffin On the thread as it winds off the bobbin And there at the end of your rope You’ll test the aerodynamics of hope So if you ever need somebody to bleed on I’m wearing my suit And keep a knife in my boot So keep your eyes on that nail in the coffin On the thread as it winds off the bobbin And there at the end of your rope You’ll test the aerodynamics of hope
6.
05:36
All you fucking fakers I’ll arrange you to meet your makers Twist you up like a pretzel, kick you out on the tide We watched you float away, and guess what? Nobody cried You fucking fakers All you horrid haters I’ll feed you to the gators So bitter in life, in death as well no doubt So you tasted terrible, and the gators spat you out You horrid haters All you sweet dumb creatures Missing half your features Disfigured by design, and singing with half a heart Who taught you to hide away the most beautiful part? You sweet dumb creatures All you fucking fakers I’ll arrange you to meet your makers Twist you up like a pretzel, kick you out on the tide We watched you float away, and guess what? Nobody cried You fucking fakers You horrid haters You sweet dumb creatures You fucking fakers Who are you? Who are you fooling?
7.
02:36
I was single and you were drunk By midnight your battleship was sunk And the waters were clear, the waters were open One-half scared and the other half hopin’ That the night would end in unholy matrimony Riding a hobby horse when you really wanted a pony The touch of hands, the green light go So high above to down below I was straight, and you liked women But with the battleships gone it was easy swimmin’ For the night to end in unholy matrimony Riding a hobby horse when you really, really wanted a pony I was drunk and you were single You popped me open like a can of Pringles So fresh at first, but with all the wrong parts Both of us wishing to go back to the start Of the night that would end in unholy matrimony Riding a hobby horse when you really, really, really really wanted a pony
8.
There’s no way in hell I’m gonna go out like that I’m spilling over with poems, from my boots up through my hat I wrote epics and sonnets and songs , but dammit - All they remember is “Beautiful Willamette” Too many bad poets, peddling nonsense and fluff I think that the public has put up with enough To you hacks and pretenders, I bid au revoir I’d rather keep my head down at St. George’s bar And inebriate I rub my tears into a stubbled chin As I look in and wince, as I lean out and grin Over the river, do I turn tail and flee? Or drop myself into that dark, weird sea? And inebriate That great big river, that great big fall I coulda took the plunge to end it all But those little liquor bottles, that sidewalk slip It was the river that killed me, sip by sip An inebriate I gave it my life, it gave me my name I guess even a footnote is a measure of fame But every poem I wrote that you never read I’ll recite to you nightly when you’re also dead
9.
All of this time you’re spending with me I’ll have to pay back, so many times With the waters seeping from me Like grapes crushed on the vine And where the knives meet between the rows I am cut and I do not grow back The grass was greener so you jumped the fence Our side was dried out and brown Whose pastures did you run to? Me and the dog sniffed for a clue in the stuff you left around And when our teeth meet between the lips I will bite until your flesh pulls back I found you in the orchard that fall You were rubbing bark off with your back While beneath you your new lover shuddered You threw your head back and laughed And now I stay up all night and wait I am sure that you must come back All of this time you spent with me I gotta pay back so many times
10.
04:23
The line of cars in the late afternoon Glitters from here to the horizon It’s the sickest thing, all these pigs on the wing That you’ve ever laid your eyes on Making clouds of waste, skies of waste Mountains and valleys and oceans of waste And road rage, in my old age It’s seeming so clear That the end isn’t coming It’s already here The land is cut by ribbons of tar And held together by wires With slaughter on offer, for coins in the coffer The squealing of pigs and of tires For the piles of crap you bought for a song Spilling out the garage and onto the lawn And you’re smiling, not happy, Wrinkled with fear And you don’t see it coming Cause it’s already here Yes it’s already here

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Press for “Where The Knives Meet Between The Rows”:

“Dark songwriting doesn’t get any better than this.”
- New York Music Daily

“A bleak, morose—and, subsequently, gripping—listen.”
- Portland Mercury

“Raw and powerful stuff for those in need of an emotional cleanse.”
- Music News Nashville


On his third full-length, Portland, Oregon-based artist Leigh Marble delivers "Where The Knives Meet Between The Rows", a ten-track follow-up to "Red Tornado", which Portland alternative weekly Willamette Week proclaimed "a burning, angst folk-rock masterpiece." Further extending beyond the pop-rock and folk of "Red Tornado", "Where The Knives Meet Between The Rows" delves deeper into an indie-fied spectrum of soundscapes and experimentation, without losing the lyrical depth or sonic power of Marble's previous work.

The album also features guest appearances by longtime friend Erin McKeown, and local Portland musicians Jesse Emerson (Amelia, The Decemberists), Matt Harmon & Kali Giaritta (of The Ascetic Junkies), and Rachel Taylor Brown.

Note: This album includes a new recording of "Inebriate Waltz", different from the one that was released on the "Dearly Departed" Lone Fir Cemetery compilation, and digitally released here: music.leighmarble.com/track/inebriate-waltz


More Press for “Knives”:

“A steam-blowing, soul-searcher of a record.”
- The Celebrity Cafe

“Post-punk doom-pop rootsiness; hinterpol, let’s call it...The blend of a bristling intelligence and pulsating humanity.”
- Willamette Week

“Marble sounds like he's gunning for Lou Reed's crown, except it's not a decadent Velvet Underground he seeks to rule, it's a realm where the passionate heart, not the analytical head, forms the soul of a new religion.”
- Portland Tribune

“Knives is infused with a powerful melancholy.”
- Dryvetyme Onlyne

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credits

released April 24, 2012

Production
Recorded and mixed by Leigh Marble at Fishboy Studio
Songs 5, 7, 8 mixed by Jeff Stuart Saltzman
Basic tracks engineered by Josh Powell at The Map Room
Mastered by Dave McNair at Sterling Sound
Graphic design by TinyLittleHammers
Cover portrait based on a photo by Anthony Pidgeon

Leigh Marble - vocals, guitars, pump organ, Mellotron, claps, tambourine, synths, floor toms

The Band
Ben Macy - piano, keys, accordion, harmony vocals
Jason Russell - drum kit
Peter David - bass

Guests
Erin McKeown - lead guitar on 3
Jesse Emerson - upright bass on 3 & 4
Matt Harmon & Kali Giaritta - gang vocals on 2
Rachel Taylor Brown - harmony vocals on 5 & 6
Matt Harmon - hilife guitar solo on 6 outro
Kali Giaritta - glockenspiel on 6 outro

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