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PATAGONIA

by Sheridan Fox

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1.
¬¬Turn your head The direction from which you just came As fingers search the mountain For a crack to bear my weight Turn back to the mountain Protruding like a snail Your curious tongue slides slides along the stone and there it lingers and by slow diffusion, the minerals find home in your muscles and your brain It’s time to decide It’s time to decide What are you willing to find It’s time to decide You’ve been told You could throw your pack and crawl back down and blame it on the weather in the morning try again But as you crest the mountain, the cordillera fills your sight You goatily continue Blood of your tongue, fills your mouth quick as a great idea Comes rushing forth past doubts as a virile unshaped thing You can’t contain the rush colors every thought you think Won’t go back the same way this is a jump that we can make It’s time to decide What are you willing to try And what are you willing to find It’s time to decide What are you willing to try What are you wiling to find And willing to leave behind It’s time to decide Living wind with no resistance Take me to the new forgiveness All the way past supernova Cause I’m not coming back breathe deep Cause I’m not coming back I’m at peace with the fact, that I can’t turn back I’m in love with the fact, that I can’t turn back
2.
Apollo 03:21
Reach into the middle of my back Grab me right around the center of my spine And twist it like an auger Crank until I feel better And shake the pains right from my life Just as a snake, can shed its skin Alfajores blossom on the hill Up here Apollo, makes you his bitch Fills you up with songs and perfect images Where the clouds swoop down just to replenish your breath As the mountains bow to leave you with a kiss I caught a whiff of the noble stench of death And I couldn’t, couldn’t help but laugh If he’s got me on his list And my name upon his lips Then I guess I’m more than fine with it But I’m really happy with The way I’ve just started to live So I hope, I hope he’ll grant a pass But since I’ve gotta make a will I’ll be sure to write you in But I’m leaving my soul to Argentina Where the clouds swoop down just to replenish your breath As the mountains bow to leave you with a kiss Up here Apollo, makes you his bitch Fills you up with songs and perfect images Where the endless fields of salt, to which your soul is called At first you don’t know why Until you close your eyes And there inside you find The salt preserves the love inside your heart
3.
Native Sun 02:50
Ahh Ahh Doo Doo
4.
The bus broke down thirty miles from town The windows fogged but no one got out The driver swore a spell into the radio That they better get to us before the witching hour The hours passed but no help showed Pacing toes, wore holes through my soles A game of telephone spread the news That the tábano outside were the ghost of Perón The intercom crackles overhead I couldn’t understand a word the driver said foreign tongues buzz around my ears But you don’t need to know the language To understand a disappointed sigh The patience on the bus, started to go They’d seized all our food at the border patrol And I could see the town but it couldn’t see us Or there’s something it didn’t trust about helping our bus I grabbed my bag, made my way outside My heart filled up but it wasn’t with love And the horseflies, as big as my eyes Puppeteering my hands as I cut toward the lights In not too long, I’m broken to find The lights I saw are the back of the bus Somehow I’d circled and come back round But you didn’t even need to be there To hear out loud my disappointed sigh Oh, the disappointment when the shortcut doesn’t work And you find yourself the farthest one behind Got back on the bus, was handed a cup The driver said, that we had to stay up I got nervous, choked my coffee down And the old woman next to me read the grounds She zipped my lips with her furrowed brow I’d really like to talk, but I can’t right now I’d really like to talk, but I can’t right now The women in the back are staring to crown Something shook the sky and the stars fell out to the ground I’d really like to talk but I can’t right now The bus broke down, thirty miles from town Said they sent help but I’m starting to doubt It’s going to get to us before the witching hour I’d really like to talk but I can’t right now I’d really like to talk but I can’t right now I’d really like to talk but I can’t right now I’d really like to talk but I can’t right now
5.
The Voladora 05:34
I did what you asked, stood naked In front of a copper bowl Coughed up my intestines And placed them inside And now I’m light enough to fly And now I’m light enough to fly home My hollowed out body I quickly proceed, to coat completely in honey ensure it won’t rot as I scream over towns destroying the setting at a pitch that shatters men’s souls and spend 40 nights, 40 days in the pull of the coldest cascade where it will strip a baptism’s hold and wash off, the shackles of god kill your best friend to prove your commitment and sew the flayed skin of a disinterred Christian inside the waist of your coat where its soft phosphorescence will light your way at night walk through the woods into towns where children intone on their breath mother please hold my hand and tell me the screams don’t exist well I’ve got news for you kid she won’t tell you that my language isn’t alive make my way home, back to my bowl with a deep breath, I swallow my pith and forget what I’ve done
6.
Water 02:47
I was told this flow would be here At some point be my only path But I just kept not thinking of How to get across This river won’t save me And wash away my sins But if I bend and work with it A safe path can be cut I’m not sure exactly where the water’s Going to pull my weary legs But I’m sure whatever way it’s going Is the way I need to take At times we get discouraged As the heat’s pulled from our toes But we’ll be saved, by giving up, and ceding some control I’m not sure exactly how the water Pulls the pain out of my legs My ears can’t hear the tone at which It tells me to come along I’m not sure exactly where the water’s Going to pull my weary legs But I’m sure whatever way it’s going Is the way I need to take It might take me the long way It might take me through danger It might take me, all the way to Egypt via Bariloche I’m not sure exactly what the water Needs to show my wretched soul But I’m sure whatever way it’s goin’s the way I need to grow Where ever it may lead us Who ever it may take I don’t want to Be the only reason You’re not saved
7.
Sit with me a little while We’ll open up a little wine Grace me with a little smile And slide your little hand in mine We’ll take the gondola for a ride Reach the top and sigh a little sigh Yeah, check your laces one more time And bind your troubles up with mine, it’s time! With a heave and a ho, we let our troubles go Kick them right off the mountain Hands cupped around our ears, we can’t see but we can hear That sound of sweet relief as they smash into a million pieces A million pieces! Build yourself a little fire Throw your bad thoughts on the pyre Pull that thorn out from your side And throw away your little lies, it’s time! With a heave and a ho, we let our troubles go Kick them right off the mountain Hands cupped around our ears, we can’t see but we can hear That sound of sweet relief as they smash into a million pieces A million pieces! Come and sleep here by my side Mix your dreams right up with mine Yeah, won’t you join me for the ride? And open up your little life, it’s time! Yeah! With a heave and a ho, we let our troubles go Kick them right off the mountain Hands cupped ‘round our ears, we can’t see but we can hear That sound of sweet relief as they smash into a million pieces A million pieces! A million pieces! A million pieces
8.
Cobalt Bomb 04:51
Escape from war, the first thing you do is fly to the end of the world Where the road runs out you plan a cabin safe from the cobalt bomb Axe in your grip bounces with every hit shaking the muscle from the bone Sweet phloem strips from the poles We’ll sleep in the tent until we’re done Wake up in the dark In the middle of the day Buried in forty feet of snow Spring comes later in the afternoon Keep things moving right along We’re working on a place straight from our hearts The safest place to be outside our hearts The safest place for love outside our hearts Oh baby won’t you help me make it true? Birds bring the mornin From the rafters Aeries in burlap built for heat We cake the walls And fortify with lime To keep out an avalanche surprise And once the shingles of mountain slate are nailed into place, we’re free to take a break And drink from gourds Through straws of silver Carved like the columns of Rome Mica windows Bathe the room in gold Through venetian blinds of ivory bone And paintings line the walls With tales of our trip Volcanic ash for black, and blood for burnt sienna We’re workin on a place straight from our hearts (baby will you lead the way?) The safest place to be outside our hearts (baby won’t you lead the way?) The safest place to go outside our hearts (baby won’t you lead the way?) Oh baby won’t you help me make it true? Oh baby make my dreams come true

about

My brother wanted to leave behind the war with a hike to the end of the world. So with a bit of what most people wouldn’t consider planning, three brothers arrived in Argentina with charades being the only foreign language any of us was proficient in. Our internal compasses wasted no time pointing us toward oblivion in the Andes. Perhaps a bit too eager, we spent our 3rd day lost and mistaken, skirting over scree slopes, failing to negotiate through brush, and eventually sledding on our packs down a ravine to beat the dying light. Although safe, we soon learned the price of our day wandering astray would be a night squirming in the swamp. Eventually making it to our destination a night late, we were asked if we saw the helicopter. It wasn’t until after a bottle of wine that our refugio host confided in us that a man had been blown off of our same trail and to his demise a day before we arrived. Maybe taking our time and getting lost had saved our lives. And that was just our first three days.

There are places music comes from. And then there are the places music creates. Patagonia is the album that emerged scraped, scathed, and whole from our wandering. The record is a loose cycle paralleling the trip I partially remember, looping and lolloping forward with wry abandon, telling its stories of minor epiphanies and amusing missteps with subtlety, charm, and vigor. These are songs of everyday setbacks and successes, streamed through the prism of Patagonia.

credits

released February 18, 2016

Performed by
Sheridan Fox : Vocals, Guitars, Charango, Piano, Percussion
Cortney Carlson : Bass and Synth
Alex Achen : Drums and Percussion on 1, 2, 5, 7, 8
Nicholas Fox : Drums and Percussion on 1, 3, 4, 6
Yngvil Vatn Guttu : Trumpet on 2, 5, 8
Neil Fasen : Trumpet on 2, 5, 8; Accordion on 5
Beryl Fox : Vocals on 5
Madeline Gallo : Vocals on 7, 8

All songs © and p Sheridan Fox (Full Health and Transcendental / SESAC)

Recorded in Minnesota and Alaska in places Sheridan lived
Mixed by Neil Weir At Old Blackberry Way
Mastered by Bruce Templeton at Magneto
Art and Design by Garth Blomberg and Sheridan Fox

Thank You:

Cortney, Alex, Nicholas, Yngvil, Neil, Beryl, Madeline, Fox Family, Neil for the patience, Bill for the gear, Garth, Dominic, Ben, Sam, Toni, Mike, Pete and Tom, Scott, Paul, Evan, Nick, MPLS Guitars, and my vanguard supporters

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Sheridan Fox Oakland, California

Sheridan is unable to stay in one place for more than 4 years at a time. He's found himself living and making music in NH, MA, MN, AK, and CA. He likes Francoise Hardy and David Bowie, the latter being someone Sheridan was listening to quite a bit during the mixing of Patagonia. When he's not at home, he can be found working and touring with the band Free Energy. Or backpacking. ... more

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