Timber Timbre – Lay Down in the Tall Grass

Here’s a fun little activity for everyone:  The next time you have nothing to do, grab the blankets off your bed, throw them across your couch/coffee table creating a fort of sorts, shut off every light in your house/apartment, climb in with a flashlight, and listen to the new Timber Timbre album; friends of mine will know this activity as “Saturday Night”.  Though I’m only half-serious, there is a certain quality to Taylor Kirk’s indie-folk project that begs to be consumed in a manner that compliments the strange atmosphere the work creates.  Lay Down in the Tall Grass can be found on said new album, a self-titled release that hit shelves in June of last year.  The album would go on to be longlisted by the Polaris Prize jury last year, and even receive an album of the year nod from Toronto’s Eye Weekly.  For more from the album, we’ve also posted Demon Host below.

Timber Timbre -- Demon Host

Lay down in the tall grass
in a flat-bottom boat
Lay down and wait for you
with nothing but a piece of rope
Dreaming every night of you
Shaking at the sight
I’ll be dreaming every night of you
I’ll be shaking at the sight -- of -- you

Will you beg for forgiveness?
Will you pray to be saved?
Will you choke your children when they spit in your face?
Dreaming every night of you
Shaking at the sight
I’ll be dreaming every night of you
I’ll be shaking at the sight

I dreamt you found me out in a field
You tripped over my site
And you dug me out of this shallow grave
with your Swiss Army knife
And only you could revive me, so badly decomposed

I was born white, dry, and scaly
but you still took me home
Dreaming every night of you
Shaking at the sight of you
I’ll be dreaming every night of you

And how could you be so serene?
Motivation unclear
In a late basement seance that brought us to tears
Dreaming every night of you
Shaking at the sight
Oh, I’ll be dreaming every night of you
I’ll be shaking at the sight

I dreamt you found me out in a field
You tripped over my site
and you dug me out of this shallow grave
with your Swiss Army knife
and only you could revive me, so badly decomposed
i was born white, dry, and scaly
but you still took me home

Dreaming every night of you
Shaking at the sight of you
I’ll be dreaming every night of you

Related posts:

• Timber Timbre – Demon Host
• The Hidden Cameras – Walk On
• Chad VanGaalen – Rabid Bits of Time
• Great Lake Swimmers – Still
• Joel Plaskett – Deny, Deny, Deny

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