Chris Connelly - Sleeping Partner

by Chris Connelly

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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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Track Name: Maria Imbrium
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
Track Name: Picassa
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
Track Name: The Sun Is A Maze
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
Track Name: Obsession Stares Back
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!
Track Name: Private Screening
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
Track Name: The Belonging
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
Track Name: Young Magician
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
Track Name: The Black Hive
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
Track Name: L.W.W.
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
Track Name: Picassa (Fantome Tranquile Remix by Dan Milligan)
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
Track Name: The Sun Is A Maze (M-Descent Remix by Dan Milligan)
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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