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you won't ever have to see them you won't ever have to hear them they won't ever come around you don't have to be a dreamer to see the leopard and the lemur they won't show until the morning rays awaken golden hills of California old grandfather Appalachia we stand tall upon your shoulder thru the tunnels of the Milky Way feral creatures catch their sunken prey they won't show until the sun slips far behind the ocean
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Little Gods 04:32
orion orion as the rat snake slides we yell not to dig thru the grasslands we were warned by the legends not to hang our feet off the wrong side and every time they puncture her veins she screams with a vengeance can you feel her fever? that night she fell ill she sent the Scorpio to sting all the sleepers she placed them high up in the sky just to remind us that she lost control thru the canyons of the dead ghostly whispers grew and just beneath their watchful gaze the wreckage had been done and now they've come hey high hope your feeling fine never mind your ills never mind your kills hey high hope you found your ways you forgot your laws you forgot your cause orion orion we called out the great father but he never lifted a finger he still owed a bunch of favors to all the little gods that wanted it all and that time had come we had enough of it never sacrifice the young we threw our bodies in the street feel the traffic give them something to think about and as our blood flows kindly like the river cleaner clearer for all thru the cannons of the dead ghostly whispers grew and just beneath the the wreckage had been done and now she comes hey high hope your feeling fine never mind your ills never mind your kills hey high hope you found your ways you forgot your laws you forgot your cause hey high hope you realize all your troubles knew that your troubles grew
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the warm trains the back and forth protect the skin you shed and gave away when you're wakened by the owl at night you'll hear the heart the light within your own and the dreamer that couldn't dream lost his language lost his thoughts never been the same the old cold dark winds couldn't feel the pain oh oh oh oh oh oh I I I I I the brain that rides the metro where have they gone and all of those folded faces living in the television if i ever told you what i've seen you'd think i was crazy i'm having difficulty breathing suffocation provocation fascist swine we saw the violets bloom from fields that blazed assume the shape you're free to crack a smile and the rain black boom the fear fire rose flap a wing oh oh oh oh oh oh I I I I I the brain that rides the metro the eel that glides elctro oh oh oh oh oh oh I I I I I the brain that rides the metro the eel that glides where do they hide and all of those thoughtless voices living in the television way underground where silent voices call way underground where the riders gently fall and the altar knows the signal's found the line has broken ground and altar hears the engine roar it howls it's shutting down and they all are skewed in vain their visions blurred the lines and they all are skewed they name they hide they name they hide that train is far behind
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Pyramid 04:16
a twisting of fate has bound the ill-described well look out they've come to burn your witches down with their screaming grey their omens wrath held on and the claw that tore the feather from the plume that rose with fumes with fumes with fumes with fumes oh the carbon crescent skulls they finally spoke of a passing ancient word erased from caves in the future days they'll send the message home and the everlasting painted hand will save us from the craze the craze the craze the craze present days have left in vain with unseen ruins that capture faded drums the drums the drums the drum oh the moose that crossed the road her infant shined with her echoed boom of love that broke the sound for the hawks of war their drums had been destroyed and a thousand tongues that taste the ruins the ruins the ruins the ruins pyramid pyramid pyramid...
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What Is What 03:12
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Fire 03:23
from the north of Quebec to the south of the Keys east of New York and west of LA hear the thunder firey beings a flash of light don't look up don't look back feel the daze and lay on down lightning striking fire at night they moved in we moved out now we gather up the storm fire fumes endless air breath that pushed out the low vibrations seismic rumble crumbling brick old buildings will rise new buildings will fall old buildings will rise new buildings will fall same old shoes step in same old shit shattered windows the city abuse people come and go they make feel low where the trains are slow you hang for a while you look for a smile you better roll in you better roll out you better roll in you better roll out rather stay in New York than run to LA where the desert awaits and the water's low the rattler the rattler the rattler coils they're up on the ridge where they can feel it all got the fire in the eyes and the thunder in the ears HEY YO! they moved in we moved out now we gather up the storm fire fumes endless air breath that pushed out the low vibrations we moved way out but we're still here gonna turn it around the fire's alive the fire's alive the fire's alive
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Do you remember a guy that's been In such an early song? I've heard a rumor from Ground Control Oh no, don't say it's true Got a message from the Action Man "I'm happy, hope you're happy too I've loved all I've needed to love Sordid details following" The shrieking of nothing is killing Just pictures of Jap girls in synthesis And I ain't got no money and I ain't got no hair But I'm hoping to kick but the planet is glowing Ashes to ashes, funk to funky We know Major Tom's a junky Strung out in heaven's high Hitting an all-time low Time and again I tell myself I'll stay clean tonight But the little green wheels are following me Oh no, not again I'm stuck with a valuable friend "I'm happy, hope you're happy too" One flash of light, but no smoking pistol I've never done good things I've never done bad things I never did anything out of the blue, whoa whoa Want an axe to break the ice Wanna come down right now Ashes to ashes, funk to funky We know Major Tom's a junkie Strung out in heaven's high Hitting an all-time low My mama said to get things done You'd better not mess with Major Tom My mama said to get things done You'd better not mess with Major Tom My mama said to get things done You'd better not mess with Major Tom My mama said to get things done You'd better not mess with Major Tom
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feline femme feline femme hair soft and silken concealed blades for climbing sharp fangs for tearing my tendons a long long tail for balance varied stripes are her markings wide eyed feline play rough feminine sleep soft feline walk loud feminine keen love feline draw blood feminine jump way high hear her cry she's patiently watching each movement her distance to strike is never a factor the depth of her pupils round moons on a sharp phase enshrined in her kindness there's always an ambush she radiating, radiating, radiating, radiating.... wide eyed feline play rough feminine sleep soft feline walk loud feminine keen love feline draw blood feminine jump way high hear her cry hear her cry
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the feelin's gone the feelin's gone the feelin' hides the feelin' died the season long the storms have come the thunder roars when lightning pounds and struck me through my jagged spine oh there were times when we were clear we thanked the storms we thanked their forms oh but now they're here to stay they shaped our streams and sealed our dreams we sold our hearts for a handy start that's when we find the ol' night sky behind the blinding city my eyes are burnt beet red I'm ready for bed when I lay low the feelin' grows oh when I find my lonely way into the void I'm here to stay we spark a fire a great big fire the embers glare with warmth we stare and feel the lonely old red giant the evening knows when silence grows the trees they dance the wind's romance they follow you they follow me they spread their leaves high over the and shape the ground where roots are found that's when we find the ol' night sky behind the blinding city my eyes are burnt beet red I'm ready for bed when I lay low the feelin' grows
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After 3 long years of gestation since his last record, Baby Copperhead and The Stringed Serpents announce the June, 2020 release of his fifth studio album, We Stand Tall. Here lies a web of carefully woven songs with his spidery banjo-driven folk-charm and intricate arrangements for his exuberant string trio and ensemble, now and forever known as The Stringed Serpents. Baby Copperhead had the honor to work closely with co-producer and longtime collaborator, Brent Arnold (Ghost Quartet, Reggie Watts, Modest Mouse), who also played cello on the record.

The first shared single is ‘Feline Feminine’, an intimate tone poem and textural meditation inspired by Baby Copperhead's comedic cat, Hanamaru.

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released June 19, 2020

Produced by Brent Arnold & Baby Copperhead
Engineered and mixed by Brent Arnold at Shackleton Outpost in Bushwick, Brooklyn

Additional engineering and editing by Michael Tarantino
Drums engineered by Mason Le Long at Tin Arts in Coventry, UK.

Mastered by Carl Saff at Saff Mastering

Album artwork:
photo by Namiko Suzuki
typography by Brian Zegeer
colored pencil by Baby Copperhead

Baby Copperhead: vocals, banjo, guitars, synth, drum machine

The Stringed Serpents on all tracks, except What is What--

Brent Arnold: cello, backing vocals
Jessica Pavone: viola
Tom Swafford: violin

Euan Roger: percussion and drums on Feline Feminine, Fire, Little Gods
Chris Cundy: bass clarinet on Pyramid

George Wright: backing vocals on We Stand Tall, Television Faces, Pyramid, and Feline Feminine
Namiko Suzuki: backing vocals on We Stand Tall, Television Faces, Pyramid, and Feline Feminine

All songs composed and arranged by Baby Copperhead
except
Ashes to Ashes by David Bowie (EMI)
What is What by Ed Askew

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New York City-based performer, Baby Copperhead, is a banjo player & guitarist, and alchemist in electronics & oddball circuitry. WNYC calls him “the banjo visionary".

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