'Quenching the Kill'

by Roxy Rawson

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I wrote and recorded this album as I was falling ill with lyme, so this album was written in that context, I was losing my life as I knew it- and I was also working with incredibly talented musicians, was excited about the future, but also could feel that things weren't going to turn out as I would have hoped. There are lots of themes in this album. One is finding peace or giving space to the full gamut of emotions we humans feel, light and dark, peace and turbulence, love and hate...and the paradox of malignant love in songs such as The Good Shepherd, Born Again or Black Eyed Soup. Despite going through difficult times, music has always been an outlet to alchemize and give expression to the legitimacy of my feelings and I hope by my doing this, others can identify and feel that permission too

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released November 30, 2018

Co- Producers- Roxy Rawson and Ben Lamdin
Sound Engineer- Ben Lamdin
Marianne Haynes on Rounded Sound, Freckled Agencies, God's Got Bones- violin
Penny Ainscow on Rounded Sound, Freckled Agencies, God's Got Bones- violin
Amy May on Rounded Sound, Freckled Agencies, God's Got Bones- viola
Drums on Born Again, Bouncing Boots- Sebastian Hankins
Drums and Percussion on Rounded Sound, Freckled Agencies, God's Got Bones- John Blease
Cello on all songs except Teardrop for Rosa- Ben Trigg
Upright Bass on all songs except Teardrop for Rosa- Jim Hewins
Guitar (electric and acoustic) on Rounded Sound, Freckled Agencies, God's Got Bones, Iron Shoes, Golden Heart - Udi Glazier
Acoustic Guitar on Bouncing Boots- David Goo
Vocals, Piano, Violin, Rhodes- Roxy Rawson
Vibraphone- Roxy Rawson and Ben Trigg
Arrangements by Roxy Rawson and Ben Trigg

Recorded and Mixed at The Fish Market Studios in London. Mastered by Grammy Award Winning Audio Mastering Engineer Lewis Hopkin.

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'Like Tom's Diner crossed with Nellie McKay. Gorgeous minimal percussion and her joy shine bright. You can't help but revel in the creativity of Ms Rawson's occasionally wild, sometimes tender composition' Planet Sound

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Track Name: The Good Shepherd
Sweet sentiment baby, your hand in mine is making mine spiny
How elegantly I can hear your song and it says ‘spears up baby’!

A holy communion, an adjunct reunion
Keeping it for name’s sake..

Rack it up lady, (stacks it up shadily)

Oh rely on no one, become an agent of secret things
But I can tell that you’re an agent for no one else but yourself

A holy communion, an adjunct reunion
Keeping for name’s sake

Rack it up lady, (stacks it up shadily)

And I can’t tell that this
That this is oh, oh
Is just as sweet as sentiments can be

A holy communion?
Track Name: Born Again
Oh be beyond the twilight, don’t you think that you’re leaving!
Oh be behind the law, don’t you think that you’re breathing!

Well I was born for you, you were born for me
This is just the way it was meant to be

I am not alone, you are here with me
This is just the way, it was meant to be

This is not my steeple
This is not my tree
You are meant to be here, rightly here with me
All the time I’m waiting for you to be with me
I am not alone for God is here with me

Oh the light is waiting for
Oh the light is waiting for

Be born, be born, be born again
Be born, be born, be born again

Be beyond the twilight, oh don’t you think that you’re breathing!
Be behind the law, oh don’t you think that you’re leaving!

This is not my steeple
This is not my tree
You are meant to be here, rightly here with me
All the time I’m waiting for you to be with me
I am not alone for God is here with me

Oh the light is waiting for
Oh the light is waiting for love
Love!

Be born, be born, be born again
Be born, be born, be born again love…
Track Name: Golden Heart
Gold as heart is tame and wild
Is only once entrusted with a memento of the tribe
Like water flows, meanders through the land
The flowers grow, the water flows
The flowers grow, the water flows

And I will go away, like they have gone away
And I will go away, like they have gone away
And I will go away, like they have gone away

Like the sun a beaming across your crown
Draw it out
There it is, be proud

Like thunder strikes the news hit him in the chest
And flowers grow the water flows

And time is gold as heart is tame and wild….
Track Name: Bouncing Boots
I was running, I was hiding
Out with face in my hands and my feet and the sounds that came out
And became..

The same as my eyes and I cried and the colours that changes that I saw
Was it a brain a pain or an eyesore?
I was not sure
Was my brain the same it was before?
Now it seems that your screaming has become such a bore

So I ran to the mountains, I’ve got bouncing boots on
And if I jump I can see the tops of the trees
And little people on the ground like ants crawling round
If I jump even further I can extend my leg-leavers, I’ll be big!

So I plod across the earth and sky
And lay down my turf and kick up the dirt
What if I kick off my boots, and become footloose?

There’s a string attached to the earth that I hold on to
And so I float into the atmosphere, but I’m still here…
Track Name: God's got bones
Heaven is right, there is a God
With horns and bones in his teeth
Here is the truth, he leaps out at you
With a rose in his teeth, a lightness in his feet

And that’s not all I would break your fall
I would fell the trees that swing in your breeze

Uh oh, God you’re not my buddy but can you handle this, I’d hand you to the devil before I took your kiss
Oh God, you’re not my honey how we can we compete, you’d capture all my money, you can paralyse my feet
Oh God, you’re not my honey how we can we handle this, I’d hand you to the devil before I took your kiss
Oh God, you’re not my honey how we can we compete, you’d capture all my money, you can paralyse my feet

And that’s not all I would break your fall
I would fell the trees that swing in your breeze

Heaven is right, there is a God
With horns and bones in his teeth

Uh oh, God you’re not my buddy but can we handle this, I’d hand you to the devil before I took your kiss
Oh God, you’re not my honey how we can we compete, you’d capture all my money, you can paralyse my feet
Oh God, you’re not my honey but can we compete? You’d capture all my money, you can paralyse my feet
Oh God, you’re not my honey how can you handle this? I’d hand you to the devil before I took your kiss!!!

Oh be so grateful!
Track Name: Iron Shoes
If ever the twain they should meet
I have wandered across the land and sea
In search of you worn out three pairs of iron shoes

If ever our paths they did meet
They were always a few feet away

No serendipitous occasion please

Always at a loss to each other

There is house on top of a hill
And it makes me cry to look at it

You were folded in a coat of thorns
When I found you
I unpicked your curled hands and nails
A harmonic tempera
A disturbed emperor

There is house on top of a hill
And it makes me cry to look at it

I’ve wandered across the land and sea
In search of you, worn out three pairs of iron shoes
A harmonic tempera
A disturbed emperor

This town ain’t big enough for the both of us
This town ain’t big enough for the both of us

If ever the twain they should meet
I’ve wandered across the land and sea
In search of you worn out three pairs of iron shoes
Track Name: Freckled Agencies
And all the freckled agencies
And all the coloured theories awaiting
If ever it was just the end and nothing was waiting around the bend
I would hold you.

And nothing was a-waiting or abating
Or tracing the lines with your fingers
And nothing was elating or articulating
The time that you lingered
And tracing is a luxury past time
That you would wait for

And all of those memories in thickened blackened brackened trees are dancing
And all of those memories in thickened blackened brackened trees are dancing
In front of my eyes, in front of my eyes
That you would wait for
That you would wait for
Track Name: Teardrop for Rosa
Once I was young I could feel the taste of my son on my lips
I was a rose, I struck a pose for you
I rode on your back, with you

And every move that you make is added to the mountain that you climb
And every move that you make is added to the mountain that you climb

Enough of this! It’s alright for me to begin to believe that it’s all to conceive of
Enough of this, it’s a normal to begin to believe that you can be normal again
Work it out of this there baby, you know it completes a piece of the tapestry that she laid down- the plans that all went to her head

I would dance after dark, with my tongue in the park, my hair in a lark for you
Now I’m so tall I can see it all, you look so small to me, and after all...

Rampaging teardrops trickle off my hand and into the land
There are holes in the sky where the rains gets in, the holes are small that’s why rain is thin

But she said this is a dialogue?!
But what does it look like? Does it know it’s own head?

Grab me baby, hold on to your words
They are your own, though they may seem to dwindle and fade away…

Now I’m so tall, you look so small to me
But you are mine, given the time that’s gone by
And after all

Rampaging teardrops trickle off my hand and into the land
There are holes in the sky where the rains gets in, the holes are small that’s why rain is thin

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