IMAGO by Beccy Owen

by Beccy Owen

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Sam Roberts Beccy's music is often breathtaking, bypassing the brain and stimulating emotional nerve-centres which make your soul soar. It's not always a comfortable ride, but it is always rewarding, and full of dark beauty even when dealing with themes of loss or despair. I love it.
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released December 9, 2013

All songs by Beccy Owen

Produced by Jonathan Bidgood, Alex Ross and Beccy Owen.

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Track Name: You Keep Flooding in
I remember when I thought this fear of you was a symptom of a sheltered, flowering youth. Now I know that this fear of you was a symptom of the way I feel about you. But I wasn’t ready for that. You knew that I wasn’t ready, and here we are again. You keep flooding in. I know that there’s a lot of things in you: quantum truths, tinder waiting dry. I believe that every one of these things in you will break through; ignite. I will be ready for that. You know I’ll always be ready to be with you again. You keep flooding. In you there’s quantum truths, tinder waiting dry. Every one of these things will, break through, ignite. I remember when I thought this fear of you was a symptom of a sheltered flowering youth. Now I know that this fear of you was a symptom of the way I love you.
Track Name: Boy At The Wedding
Boy at the wedding I pretended not to notice you at all, wondered if you wanted to take me home. My lips were spreading when you got your friend to ask me if I might want you to take me home. Don’t expect much more than anything than I’d like to give, I gave that up last year, now it’s for my joy I have to live. Boy at the wedding, how my underskirts would billow as I danced, I like to dance alone, then under bedding you may find a wench to woo ar hyd y nos, oh can you speak in tongues? Don’t expect much more than anything than I have to give, I gave up love last year, now it’s for my joy I have to live. Boy at the wedding I pretended not to notice you at all, wondered if you wanted to take me home. Then under bedding you will find a wench to woo ar hyd y nos, oh you can speak in tongues.
Track Name: Braking Distances
He said ‘let’s make our vows’, then drove me homeward. We watched Northumberland disappear. I drank a Talisker. I drank the flask dry. ‘Till I’d found existential clarity. I don’t always get my way with him but he always gets my ways. Our braking distance is, our need for distance is the same. I don’t always get my way with him but he always gets my ways. So I think I’ll take my vow with him ‘cos I want him in my days.
Track Name: The Meat That Needs Mending
Take me as far as a fiver will get me. I am officially running away. Jump all the lights, he’s coming right after me. I am officially running. I can’t articulate all that is bothering me, when I am mute he keeps love-a-lovin’ me, if I go dark he bounces back into me, cuts through to get to the meat that needs mending, oh take me as far as a fiver will get me. I am officially telling you tales. Took me some time before I could speak again. The words had grown weak and the melodies pale. I cannot handle his clean musk upon my skin if he is going to keep leave-a-leavin’, I would much rather he stayed and stayed grubby ‘cos one day we’re laughing the next we are grieving: ‘hahahaha’. ‘Ohohohoh’. I can’t articulate all that is bothering me, when I am mute he keeps love-a-lovin’ me, if I go dark he bounces back into me, cuts through to get to the meat that needs mending, oh I cannot handle his clean musk upon my skin if he is going to keep leave-a-leavin’, oh I would much rather he stayed and stayed grubby ‘cos one day we’re laughing the next we are grieving. Take me as far as a fiver will get me. Then I will walk back before he’s even clocked that I’m gone.
Track Name: Imago
Will you look at me cocooned idol, all the time, awaiting my imago. Awaiting my imago. Sucking on my little finger, I’m trying my best to judge the wind. You and me we’re cunningly waiting for somebody else to come and draw the line, awaiting our imago, awaiting our imago. Sucking on each others fingers. We’re trying our best to judge the wind. An ombudsman came and showed me my shame, he told and in-joke, he was an old soak, he made me kiss him, and now I miss him, and all his vagaries under my apple trees.
Track Name: Beached
I whisper my mistakes to a beached, injured whale. We lie together, heavy on the sand. We are waiting for a portal, we are not original, we will not make it, not make it home. Gravel and sand fill our lower lobes. Our skin and bones feel over exposed. I whisper my mistakes to a beached, injured whale. We lie together, heavy on the sand. I look in her big dry eyes and see her looking back in mine, she is not ready to go perhaps because I wonder if she is a mother and then why I never was, I could have been a simple lover wonder why I never was.
Track Name: Blizzard
I go walking by rivers at night meandering home in the dark. You say don’t take risks, existence is based on this. Leave with ten thousand stories to tell. Meander on home in the dark. It’s only when you go that I know that you were made for me. It’s only when you show me you are lost that I will be. Willing, willing, willing. Love it climbs to the top of a really tall thing and it walks in a blizzard without clothes. And it laughs as it’s falling off the really tall thing and it’s bold as it shivers exposed. Willing, willing, willing to drown. Love it climbs to the top of a really tall thing and it walks in a blizzard without clothes. And it laughs as it’s falling off the really tall thing, and it is bold as it shivers exposed. Willing, willing willing to drown. I walk away from your river. I won’t look it’s mirror in the eye because I’m willing, willing, willing.
Track Name: Tigerlily
He longs for Tigerlily. She’s such a sweet achilles heel. I’ll never land in Neverland again. He threw my baby teeth away. Replaced them in the jar with her hair. I’ll never love another man again. Stay. You don’t really have to go to her. It would be better if you stayed. I know you’re longing but don’t go to her. But I know you long for Tigerlily. She broke you last time, still you go there. She’ll never love you like a man again. I’ll never land in Neverland again.
Track Name: Suitcases
We put the suitcases out of our eyeline to rest. And play at grown ups ‘till all the heat goes from our chests. You can write all the dialogue we share. I’ll take to cooking the books to make it look like we were both really here. I heard you say once you needed a friend, but then I loved you too hard, you seemed to know this would end. There’s an absence of light with our curtains drawn. Stops the cracks in our tickers from shining on. Just is, there’s no quiz to be figured out. I’m gone and I’m left without any doubt, ‘cos I couldn’t pretend and in the end, the suitcases made their own way. There’s only so many days without kisses to wait before the heart starts to break apart like tectonic plates. Well you can raise all your hell and be gone, leave the cracks in my ticker to shine on.
Track Name: Grapple
Pull my teeth ‘til they are pointed. File my niles ‘til they are claws. Because you are the victim you are anointed. I warned you and warned you, but you were still disappointed. Blacken my heart I’ll bring the apples. Tarnish my wings and watch me fall. My sin’s the only hymn in your self-soothing chapel, and you will stay on your pulpit just as long as I grapple. If I lied it’s ‘cos I could, could not see the truth. And I tried, but how I failed. And now I’m tired. I’m tired.
Track Name: You Can't Afford To Feel It
The arthritis in my fingers reminds me of your mother, and I think I understand her better than I did. I can imagine that you’re angry and that you can’t afford to feel it, ‘cos to feel it is to still be connected in some way. I heard you went back to the artist, she’s oh so kind and oh so loyal, but she reminds me of your mother, I bet she kisses without tongue. And love, I know that I sound angry, but to me that is an anchor, ‘cos to feel it is to still be connected in some way. The inflammation comes and goes. Today it’s hardly there at all. But I have formed an odd attachment to the undulating pain. I’ve tried to love another lover, he’s oh so kind and oh so loyal, and he has even met my mother, but he can’t kiss me like you did...I think that last bit was too candid, and if he asks I’ll claim invention, creative license plain and simple, but he’ll still feel a stab of pain, and then we’ll both form an attachment to our doomed unfolding saga (I think those issues with my father have turned me into a cliche.) I caught the early worm this morning, awoke to find that I had dreamed you, and that this whole song was invention to feel connected in some way. Still the arthritis in my finger, it reminds me of your mother. To be reminded is to still be better than I have become.
Track Name: Dead Language
There’s an old Latin word for the way a horse treads, I can’t bring it to mind, I’m not well enough read, but around him she seems like she walks on her toes, hiding her sorrows and serious woes. She’ll call on her mother to steady her hand, then she’ll pick her own pocket to meet the demands for the copper she’s needing to feed his machine, but the slot’s just a door to an endless ravine. And it’s no way to thrive to be always deprived. His colours aren’t colours, they’re black or they’re white. He’ll sift through her words and go fishing for doubt. He’ll hold her head hard so to meet with his gaze: ‘promise your love means you always must stay’. But it’s no way to go to be held always low. She met him a maiden, she’ll leave him a whore, when the hours sit empty she’ll think of him more, she’ll still hear his low voice and his old bag of tricks that robbed her of hers, though they’ll no longer stick. And it’s no way to be to have no joy and peace, you’ll find your release away from his arms. No it’s not way to grow to be held always low, up away girl and go, away from his arms.