Get all 16 Berry releases available on Bandcamp and save 40%.
Includes unlimited streaming via the free Bandcamp app, plus high-quality downloads of Half-Life EP, Singbird Song (Karl Kling Remix), Vault of Light, Sessions: 21, Blue Sky, Raging Sun, Pre-V Sessions, Instant Family mini-album, Ceiling Web EP, and 8 more.
1. |
Kansas, NYC
03:00
|
|
||
|
Kansas, NYC
Where has she been,
Kansas or New York City?
Why won’t he reveal the mystery?
The corn grows so deep
like a doctor’s silence
and soft like silk
in his voice when he says,
Cancerous. Popsicle stick--
holds her tongue down with it.
We’re all just carbon and air.
When a dog like a bear
takes a shit in the alley,
will it still release the precious seeds?
Urban garden of veggies--
how does she sleep through the night
if the berries don’t bloom?
In the warm summer sunlight,
oh, to fruit and fruit.
|
||||
2. |
Simultaneously
03:04
|
|
||
|
Simultaneously
Love is a cottonwood snowing its seeds,
and like buffalo chips in the warm wind,
she gives and takes simultaneously.
The songbird’s melody turns to grating.
He’s grieving
all alone.
Love is a blanket on the lawn. She reads.
And like weeds telling jokes to her bare feet,
she gives and takes simultaneously.
The songbird’s melody turns to grating.
He’s grieving
all alone.
Why mosquito? Oh why? Terrible insect.
Each bite like one thousand tiny kisses
that give and take simultaneously.
The songbird’s melody turns to grating.
He’s grieving
all alone.
|
||||
3. |
Old Sam Peabody
03:03
|
|
||
|
Old Sam Peabody
How many eyes might I see in my life?
Only hers will haunt me.
Hers will haunt me like
mango pits
or elephants’.
Only hers emptied out like
a corpse’s.
She calls, Sweet liberty, liberty,
the white throated sparrow,
while I seek a kind of freedom in
student loan consolidation.
The awkward pause, an unplanned pregnancy--
the roots of my teeth stand,
of my teeth stand like
two strong legs
or nested eggs
where a pair of cormorants sing
their praises.
She calls, Sweet liberty, liberty,
the white throated sparrow,
while I seek a kind of freedom in
student loan consolidation.
She calls, Sweet liberty, liberty,
the white throated sparrow,
while I seek a kind of truth in
reduced car insurance payments.
Like falling stars, her eyes flashed then faded.
The birds in the pine tree,
in the pine tree, need
only two
notes to sing.
She’s asleep in the expanse between them.
|
||||
4. |
Brown Moth
03:55
|
|
||
|
Brown Moth
One thousand
mourning doves
are cooing like new mothers
outside
my window.
A single
egg in my hand
is worth more
than a million
in the meadow.
The full
potential of
a teardrop
pre-drip
is like love
or like fight,
like the magic
of the night
unquantifiably
progressing toward
purest white
(pure white)
or a brown moth
boring through
dusty books
on high shelves where each book is
someone’s
heart reaching
for ceilings
like the sound of
every church
choir singing
all together,
The full
potential of
a teardrop
pre-drip
is like love
or like fight
like the magic
of the night
unquantifiably
progressing toward
purest white
(pure white)
or a brown moth.
|
||||
5. |
Sound Sun
03:19
|
|||
|
Sound Sun
How loud is the sun
made of sound answers?
I ask the cosmos
hiding in the face of
an atom:
If prayer works nine times out of ten,
why does it always fail when
a choice could shape a destiny?
If no one answers my questions,
if no one’s listening,
how loud could a sun made of sound be?
The world filled with light
when intelligence
learned to feel. The pine needles
paving the quiet road
to nowhere.
|
||||
6. |
Wrapped in Blue
03:23
|
|||
|
"Wrapped in Blue"
I know how it feels
to be wrapped in blue.
But who could say, who could say
which rainbow color fades
first? Maybe nothing matters,
but green mixed with red mixed with
white makes a cold grey waste,
makes a cold grey waste.
That is how the sky
and sea became one.
Wander away, far away--
we smolder or we blaze
and burn. Maybe
orange mixed with red mixed with
smoke makes a cold grey haze,
makes a cold grey waste.
|
||||
7. |
Chase the Wind
04:44
|
|
||
|
Chase the Wind
She only laughs in the city
where melancholy boys chase the wind (chase the wind)
down sidewalks, through dark back alleys.
The skyline wasn’t built with legos.
Does she know what is real?
She sees the paradox
in thinking about
thinking of how
to feel emotional.
What fills that whole?
The brake disc kissed the lips
of the disc pad, and it
released the fluid,
and for a moment, the whole
world stood still.
To see the fight in her,
her human nature
fights with nature,
opposing forces at work,
her inner war.
The unoiled joint of her love
and laughter, they creak
and gnaw like a wood-
rat through the fuel
injection lines.
|
||||
8. |
Singbird Song
04:22
|
|
||
|
Singbird Song
Where will we hide
in the darkest room
of our being?
It’s rumored that the moon
might know where the universe ends.
The universe ends, but she
won’t spill the Kool-Aid secret.
The Kool-Aid secret--
I begged and begged and begged her, Please.
But how far is too far when it comes to
our hard bodies
with curves that can never meet,
and bunnies draining our batteries?
We might discover
the essence of beauty
sitting between
the smallest enormities.
She finally said,
The internet consumed
at the end of
the intercourse we choose
might taste like a songbird sings,
so sing birdsongs repeating.
Still she won’t spill the Kool-Aid secret.
The Kool-Aid secret--
I begged and begged and begged her, Please.
|
||||
9. |
Split in Two
04:22
|
|
||
|
Split in Two
This desert
was once an ocean.
A mother
folds her children’s clothes and
imagines
a sea split open
like a truck might split a deer.
This desert
was once an ocean.
Oh mother, mother!
The zenith of this
lumpy wood rises
like mountain ranges
before the axe falls
and splits it,
splits it,
splits it!
A dog licks
its sutured scrotum.
A mower
prowls and purrs along the
fence line where
our birth becomes a
death through compost: dirt and worms.
A dog licks
its sutured scrotum.
Oh mother, mother!
|
||||
10. |
Progeny
04:03
|
|
||
|
Progeny
If rot is kin to
genus and to species,
I doubt
that time will heal this
aching heart,
but maybe
death
just brings a new beginning. Oh!
a mother and her nursing
baby. What was spoken by
early human beings
shrouded in their
nebulous
feelings? Oh! Edison
singing of Mary’s wandering lambs.
If rot is kin to
genus and to species,
I doubt
that time will heal this
aching heart,
but maybe
death
just brings a new beginning. Oh!
a mother and her nursing
baby. Maybe self is found
in these melodies.
A moonlit Scott
sings, Mon ami
Pierrot. Tragedy --
burning the chocolate chip cookies.
If rot is kin to
genus and to species,
I doubt
that time will heal this
aching heart,
but maybe
death
just brings a new beginning. Oh!
a mother and her nursing
baby. I am blind to these
blinding dreams that shove me
through miracle doorways where
the door shoves me back.
|
||||
If you like Berry, you may also like:
This cutely named Indianapolis group describe themselves as a band for fans of no wave, video game OSTs, and metal.
go to album
In Now Less Than Ever
by Twin Drugs
Thunderous, imposing shoegaze with thick, syrupy rivers of guitar and drifting, dreamlike vocals.
go to album
Fuzzy Austin trio follow up their first album in 20 years, released in Spring 2015, with a stomping new EP of noisy rock & roll.
go to album
Genuine Pleasure EP
by Genuine Leather
Effervescent pop without a drop of irony, perfectly geared for fans of the more dance-oriented side of indie music and Tears for Fears.
go to album
Lush Life
by The Belair Lip Bombs
This eclectic debut from the Melbourne indie outfit features vibrant storytelling.
go to album
Away From The Castle
by Video Age
Video Age make cute and upbeat power pop that's both quirky and classic at the same time.
go to album
Parisian indie pop quintet En Attendant Ana bring smart songwriting and considered arrangements to their latest and strongest record.
go to album
