Abacus of Love

by The Cradle

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Recorded in Macon, Georgia at Willie Dantzler's house above Fresh Produce Records, December 2015, except for Ani's interpolations (tracks 1, 5, 9, and 12), recorded by her at her house in bk, ny, and a couple bass overdubs i added back in bk.

THANK YOU Willie and Ben for housing me and for letting me use that amazing tascam 424 and that crazy green flanger pedal and your mics and everything else. Thank you Frank Hurricane for letting me use your holy 6 string .



released July 15, 2016

tracks 1, 5, 9, and 12 arranged, recorded, and performed by anina ivry-block.




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Track Name: Drowning Pool
now the air's getting cold
thought's edge can cut skin
I can leave into the water,
see myself in the drowning pool

now the air's getting cold
I can escape my skin
I can leave into the air
to spit in the drowning pool

a voice comes from behind
reaches for my shame-ears
I turn my body in the street
it says "what are you lookin at?"
it says "I should kill you"
it says "I should fucking kill you"
I have nothing to do
so I turn my body and walk

now the air's getting cold
but there's no color on the trees
they creep from green to brown
with nothing in between

and outside in the street
I can hear the machines.
they're repaving the street
that goes under the trees
and my glad-ears are hearing
the music of their working.
the machines cease to run
and my life goes on.
Track Name: Corner of Mine
the voids in my life
are not shaped like

the empty spaces
are shaped like
and longing.

corner of mine
corner of mine.
Track Name: Abdicate
when I wake up in the night
I'm not wrong
i'm not wrong
i'm not right

when the dark is mine alone
I'm not wrong

abdicate! I grow tired of the ties
so I must abdicate

when I abdicate my role
in the whole
I'm not wrong

when I feel the eyes are closed
I'm just gone
I'm not wrong
Track Name: Abacus
the beads of events go by and then winter comes.
you think that you see meaning in the colors
you think that you see feeling in the abacus.

you've taken a name and sublimated your lust
into something you can push across an abacus,
into something it's easy to say in your given tongue.
Track Name: Green
I slept at my mom's
after the show
at that place we sometimes go.

I went dream-towards
a single sense,
green as a memory
strong as a drunk's affection

I pressed the body warm
with my dream flesh.
I dreamed your face right this time
you were a boy again this time
Track Name: Song in Three Scenes
when my senses broke
I woke up alone
it felt good to not have to
say a word to any one
time for the fall
from scenes I can't now recall
one more time for the day
I fill a cup of coffee and drink.

used to try and get drunk-
now I just drink for luck.
I'm trying to picture my life
before I knew
how to get fucked,
and how to fuck.

I think that was a good dream
but I can't make that scene
I feel like a dog
dragged around when I'm just trying to piss
Track Name: Waking Guilt Dream
why you gotta do that?
why you wanna do that?

(the feeling of having done wrong
the feeling of forgetting someone
who am I disappointing today?
where are my disappointments today?)
Track Name: Something of Use
a cabinet
lays on the corner
like a
thing of least use,
as I cross within
the seeing space
of that thing.

a piece of metal
shaped like a whale
lay in my hand-
it had no use.
it looked good.

I'd have sent it
for you to see it
but someone else
thought I owed them
something of use.

oh, thing of least use
thing of least use.

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