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Holy Golden

by Mikayla McVey

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1.
I know you hear me coming like the wind through the Eucalyptus trees– blowing through this cold December morning like I got something hanging off the back of me, eating me alive BREAKING EVERYTHING IN SIGHT (Glass on the floor, feathers in air, dirt on all the counter tops, blood everywhere, piles of hair...) Oh I know you hear me coming like the wind blowing through the Eucalyptus trees– crashing through this cold December morning, BREAKING EVERYTHING SIGHT I know you hear me cause you hear me, come in every night– and in the morning BREAKING EVERYTHING IN SIGHT Is this against the rules? Will one thing always turn into two, or more? –GLASS ON THE FLOOR –WATCH YOUR FEET BOYS –OH! –MY SHOES ARE BY THE DOOR Is this against the rules? Will one thing always turn into two, or more? –GLASS ON THE FLOOR –OH NO –OH YES! –OH NO Over and over again?
2.
June 04:18
JUNE Come, my love, it’s lonesome thinking of you up above me on the moon. The coyotes are howlin’ for you, June Back in San Francisco I’ll be husky and I’ll miss your rambling wanders through my throat– the people love you, Baby June And I’m so desperate for a new idea to love... It’s too soon, June Cold New Orleans winter turned the asphalt into ice and splinters, but you have warming powers– don’t you, June? Farther South than Jackson yeah I’m drinking, if you’re asking– do I love my little darlin, Baby June? I’m so desperate for a new idea to love... It’s too soon, June Please don’t leave me in West Texas, six and one half miles up above the world so high– you know that I would jump from the plane if I thought it would make you stay please Don’t Leave Me June Baby Come my love, it’s lonesome thinking of you up above me on the moon, I know you have people waiting, June But what will Johnny think? He’ll turn to drink and thinking all the darkest thoughts he’s want to think It is so dark in New York City, June And I’m so desperate for a new idea to love, please don’t leave me I need a new idea to love It’s too soon, June.
3.
Coming at you from the dark Between Washington and God-Knows-Who-Park Oh, I would not deign to know a single god damn thing you won’t show I BELIEVE YOU I BELIEVE YOU I BELIEVE YOU, New York Reaching for you through the dark The difference isn’t stark Between what I want forever, or on a lark On a lark on a lark I WANT YOU I WANT YOU I WANT YOU New York I’m dry, I’m a box of tinder Wet me down I’m going underground “There is history right here It goes down three hundred years (or more) You would find a human face, you’d be running in the same race WE WERE MADE FOR THIS WE WERE MADE FOR THIS WE WERE MADE FOR THIS WE WERE MADE–” New York I’m dry, I’m a box of tinder Wet me down I’m going underground I don’t know that you’re afraid In fact, it’s probably how you’re made And I would not dare to guess A single goddamn thing you play close to the vest, NEW YORK You haven’t slept all night Here comes the dreaded morning light Maybe it could start right here? It’s been starting here for years I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU, NEW YORK I’m dry, I’m a box of tinder Wet me down I’m going underground New York, I’m dry I’m a box of tinder Wet me down I’m going underground
4.
Did you see where I hit a deer? And it T-boned? And it died? God knows I tried, it went flying Here is where you feel the fur Here is where my heart broke On the the bumper Did I cry? I tried. Did you hear when I caught your ear, And I sang out: would you show my show inside your coffee store? I am a good American boy– do you want my noise? Do you want my noise? Did you see where I hit a deer? And it T-boned? And it died? I was inside, it went flying Here is where you feel the fur Here is where my heart broke on the bumper
5.
California 05:33
Met a young man in a lowbrow bar whose mother died while he was arriving back in California. If I know something it’s you can’t trust folks with no eyebrows on’m, but we met on a whim in a lowbrow bar in California. My mother’s mother was a highbrow New Yorker– West Side roller-skater, royal daughter of a private investigator– who came to California. If I know something, it’s the wind in the canyon off the ocean in midsummer– it’s cold in California in July (don’t pick the poppies or you’ll die or go to prison). Metta, man. There was meaning for miles between Atlantic City and the gambling, rambling family that he knew and all the family that he didn’t care to hear from. If I know something, it’s the holy golden lonely mess of the West– I miss her and she isn’t even dead, she’s like my mother (who is beautiful and can be hard to handle). Met a young man in a lowbrow bar whose mother died while he was arriving back in California. My grandfather’s father was a Midwestern horse doctor who came to California with the cavalry in 1925; I met my father in a dive while his mother was dying. If I know something, it’s the holy golden lonely mess of the West– I miss her and she isn’t even dead– she’s like my mother (who is beautiful and can be hard to handle). Met a young man, we got drunk on California in a brow-beaten, dirty, bar where you can hear the trains and smoke. The stars came out. I thought about his life without his eyebrows or his mother. If I know something, it’s you can’t trust folks with no eyebrows on’em, but we met on a whim in a lowbrow bar in California. Met a young man in a lowbrow bar whose mother died while he was arriving back in California. If I know something, it’s the holy golden lonely mess of the West. I miss her and she isn’t even dead. She’s like my mother.
6.
Go for a drive, take me In your mind’s eye Put me by the side of the road, face me out Make me Into mountains Sail out to sea, make it Look just like me Green and gray and cold Older than ALL THE LOVE IN THE WORLD Take a hike, remember what I taste like Chew me into trees Watch the leaves Fall down To your knees Blow with the wind Paint me on the ceiling I will leave you Reeling with ALL THE LOVE IN THE WORLD Sleep on the way Deep as any daybreak I’m coming from the East, now Feast on ALL THE LOVE IN THE WORLD Go for a drive, take me In your mind

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released October 28, 2017

Music and lyrics by Mikayla McVey
Arranged and produced by James Wallace

Engineered by David Nereo, Kevin Dailey, and James Wallace
Recorded at Santo in Oakland, CA and Huge Planet in Nashville, TN
Mixed by Joe McMahan at Wow and Flutter in Nashville, TN
Mastered by Timothy Stollenwerk at Stereophonic Mastering in Portland, OR
Album art by Adrienne Swan
Album layout by Jeremy Yingling

With performances by:
Derek Clatterbuck… vocals
Kevin Dailey… bass, electric guitar (California)
Jamie Dick...drums (California)
James Finch … bass
Tom Heyman… pedal steel
Rebecca Anne Marcyes… vocals
Mikayla McVey… guitar, vocals
Rusty Miller… drums
Pancho Morris… vocals
Molly Erin Sarlé… vocals
James Wallace… guitar, keys, percussion


Huge thanks to Wiley, Banana and DMG for (body and spirit) food during the making of this record, to BH for beeing the hive, and to James for being my collaborator and space-driver.

Dedicated to the deep darkness and the SPLENDOR ALL AROUND.

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soul transmissions from the holy golden //

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