Arcticalia

by Andrew Sisk

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released 26 May 2015

All songs by Andrew JP Sisk
Produced by Andy Maggoffin
Album art by Gregory Denton
Recorded by Andy Magoffin at the House of Miracles
*except Andrew's nylon guitar and vocals recorded by Michael Feuerstack
Drums: Marshall Bureau
Bass: Tavo Diez De Bonilla
Keys, Synths, Flute,Horn Arrangements, Percussion: JJ Ipsen
Lead guitar, Pedal Steel: Justin Nace
Electric Guitar, Percussion, Horns: Andy Magoffin

This album was created organically using digital technology to capture magic electric friendship.

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Track Name: Impeachment
We say impeachment, you say "the people..."
Then you change the subject like it never happened, it passes
We don't hear conversations, only children fighting and liars lying.
You don't want a solution, only an election with your flag flying.

We say "You cheated, avoided, and deceived us."
but you control the conversation like it never happened, you win again.
We don't hear conversations, only children fighting and liars lying.
You don't want a solution, only an election with your flag flying.
Track Name: Sovereignty
Temporary, All I know, all I'll ever know, it's all that I could know
Sovereignty, we've been through this, juvenile tantruming, provincial fantasies
You'll never be a country but I sympathize
The anger of secrets, the power of lies
You'll never be a country but I sympathize

Testimony, I want to know where you hide your face?
Where you bow your head in shame?
Track Name: Wasted Inheritance
The smuggest of profits predicted this
we'd be abandoned, our pleads dismissed
I'd blame my father but it wasn't just him.
I'd blame the boomers but that's not where it begins.
Dismayed with wasted inheritance, who would want to inherit this?

Barely seen the darkness or felt the pain of loss
Never feared the demons or had to fight for the cause
The wilds needed to be conquered or they would take the lives
of confused ancestors just trying to survive.
Dismayed with wasted inheritance, who would want to inherit this?

When will I tell him? What will I say? What excuse can I offer to make the guilt go away?
Dismayed with wasted inheritance, who would want to inherit this?
Track Name: Black Orpheus
The threat of consequence, I'm hypocritical
apathetic when it's cold outside.
The darkest winter, I feel political
Black Orpheus is sunshine in my eyes
Dissent and party lines swim in my mind

Fallibly, silently, patiently, conquering,
with apathy, backwardly, pageantry, narrowly

The threat of consequence in the periphery
at the carnival a stranger followed me
I've been in chase scenes pursued by jealously
saw the victims rest on tragedy.
Insist on words on signs with your time.

Fallibly, silently, patiently, conquering,
with apathy, backwardly, pageantry, narrowly
Track Name: She is a muse
I've heard her singing, I've seen her dancing
I've been her audience insignificant and poor
I've seen her working, never stopping
cleaning silence til there's nothing to prove
She bares the weight, the burdened knowing
taking moments preserved in a jar
She bites her nails with nascent worry
She comes knocking and yells out in the street
She says no words when you want her
She sets no fires when you're already burned
She can real, she can be practiced
She can be singular when she's pluralized
I hear her voice of melody whispers
Singing words I wish I could hear
She is a muse, she is a beauty
She is a martyr, she continues my thoughts
If I didn't know her, I'd still be watching her from afar
If I didn't know her....

I've heard her singing, i've seen her dancing
I've seen her audience of only 3
Now there's a window that sits by
and there's a window of time.
If I didn't know her, I'd still be watching her from afar
If I didn't know her....
Track Name: Tourist
Things will get better, it's a statement that you're still around
I can't ignore you, I've changed I'm settling down
cause I'm not a tourist, I'm not waiting for sunnier days
I'm not a tourist, I won't be leaving whenever it rains.

I have no admissions , no secrets that I've packed away
You're used to leaving, what more could I possibly say
You think it's lip service, I think I could be waiting in line
I'm part of the landscape, you're busy just reading the signs
but I'm not a tourist, I'm not waiting for sunnier days
I'm not a tourist, I won't be leaving whenever it rains.
Track Name: Valuable
I try not to jinx it, say out loud what I find the most valuable.
Not ivory, gold or the sweetest taste.
Ferraris or Tokyo real estate
a Pollack from 1948
a diamond encrusted anything
No, I wouldn't miss them at all
but one night away, in the morning I would say I miss you, I miss your little face, I miss them more than anything.
More than Queen in the seventies
More than the Coltrane and Davis days
More than Jimi in a purple haze
No I wouldn't miss them at all.
Track Name: Afraid of waiting
I'm afraid of waiting instead of debating
or fighting for something that might not happen
All that milk and honey has soured and plunged me
in deep dysfunction and moral subtraction
They repeat the message of caution, preparedness
but no one is heading or slowing their speeding
I dreamt of fire and smoke floating higher
blocking out the sun as the floods dirty the water
I'm afraid of waiting ....