Two Horses

by Charlotte Cornfield

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about

Made in Toronto, made possible by Montreal.

credits

released 25 October 2011

All songs by Charlotte Cornfield (SOCAN)
Produced by Ryan Granville Martin.
Recorded and Mixed by Ryan Granville Martin at the NUCuLAR LIBaRY, Uncomfortable Silence (with Mike Olsen), and the Lincoln County Social Club (with John Dinsmore).
Mastered by Bryan Martin at Sonosphere.
Artwork, design and layout by Peter Nevins and friends.
Photography by Courtney Lee Yip.

PERFORMERS

Charlotte Cornfield - vocals, acoustic guitar, electric guitar (3,5,9), drums (3,5,9), piano (8,10), bass (5)

Ryan Granville Martin - drums, percussion (1,2,8), electric bass (3,9), electric guitar (5), horn arrangements

Kathryn Palumbo - upright bass (3,4,6,7)

Sam Rosenberg - backing vocals, percussion (2,5,6,7)

Johnny Spence - keys (3,5,9), accordian (6)

FEATURING

John Dinsmore - guitar solo (5)
Carmen Elle - electric guitar (1)
Jaron Freeman Fox - violin (8)
Ryan Frizzell - trumpet (2,7), flugelhorn (3)
Thom Gill - electric guitar (2)
Charlie James - electric bass (1,2)
Jimmy Lee Rose - lap steel (6,9)
Julie Rochus - french horn (3)
Alex P. Whyte - trombone (2,3)

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Track Name: Construction on the Street
Crying at the cinema, puking from the third floor
Stealing from the street sale, kissing at the front door
Smoking on the pavement, dialing you by accident
Wishing you’d have stayed and wondering where the day went

Wondering where the day went
Wondering where the day went
Listening to Pavement and wondering where the day went

Late nights in new lands, mid-run lemonade stand
playing with a strange band, all high-fives and hey mans
Only found one slipper, never wearing sunscreen
You and me in alleys and we’re wondering if this fun’s clean

Wondering if this fun’s clean
Wondering if this fun’s clean
You and me in alleys and we’re wondering if this fun’s clean

Rhythm in the bedroom, construction on the street
Our love is forbidden but we’re soaking in the heat
You make noises in your sleep, you’re so nervous cause you’re guilty
She thinks that you’re clean but I know that you’re filthy

I know that you’re filthy
I know that you’re filthy
She may think you’re clean but I know that you’re filthy

Our thrown clothes
A halo
Around my bed
And I – I –
I said you’re dead to me
You are dead to me
I’m just in the mess where you left me
The glacier on my chest cold and heavy
I’m under happiness where you left me
The glacier on my chest cold and heavy
Heavy, heavy, heavy
Heavy, heavy, heavy
The glacier on my chest cold and heavy
Track Name: All of the Pretty Mistakes
I believe in staggering beauty
In lovesick glances, in the perfect song
In small-time crooks and Vonnegut books
In falling asleep when it’s almost dawn

I believe in laughter
In what’s now not what comes after, in swing batter batter
And sometimes I miss and I look back at the catcher
And I think I’m in a movie and I think you’re just an actor

I believe in magic
In music when it’s tragic, in turtledoves
In broken clocks and late-night walks
In the risks people take when they fall in love
In waking up shaking with a fever and cough
The day after you took off
The day – the day after you took off

Of all of the dangerous games that I have played
You’re the cursed one
You’re the cursed one
Of all of the pretty mistakes that I have made
You’re the worst one
You’re the worst one

I believe in the cracks in the ceiling
In capturing the feeling of goodnight but not goodbye
In friends with tunes, in marquee moons
In the changing of seasons in the blink of an eye
In losing it all without warning
In the truth of the morning
In the truth – in the truth of the morning

Of all of the dangerous games that I have played
You’re the cursed one
You’re the cursed one
Of all of the pretty mistakes that I have made
You’re the worst one
You’re the worst one
Track Name: Gananoque
I wore hurt on my face like a flag bearer waving colours in a blue parade
While your sharp teeth shone like spotlights on the audience in May
A frigate bound for the sea, I dropped anchors in every bay
But I lost them all to rotted rope, helplessly sailing away

I lay in your bedroom with my guard down
I’m the ear to the ground in your hometown
But my love lies west of this mess
In the steel grey city I blessed

You wore shoes on your feet like pylons, a gift from old flame to old flame
And I wove ‘round those orange obstacles and put your sneaky slalom to shame
In our last set of bed sheet blues our bodies greeted the day
And I left your village with words on my breath but not much at all to say

And then I exited your bedroom with my guard down
And I left all I found in your hometown
But my body lies west of this mess
In the steel grey city I blessed
In the steel grey blessed city
In the city blessed steel grey
Bless the grey steel city, baby
And the river that sailed me away