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Rale

by Louise Connell

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1.
Shrapnel 04:08
Tiptoe the pavement We're coiled and impatient to implode Quieting our black hole souls The hairs on our arms Catch the air with a crackle and a spark When the shop fronts stare at dying stars And our ashes lose the taste of fire And we finally know what we were As we see what we are I'll inhale all the dust from your veins I'll gorge on shrapnel And we'll blast inwards from charred fingertips Towards our beating Once beating hearts Tiptoe the tower We're what-if manifests tonight We're the darkness it takes to see the light We sprint and we scramble we're ash on the air as it rises We're freckling clouds on the horizon We look almost intact on the horizon You can say it's not real from the horizon You can say till it catches you hiding Till the day it needs you and it finds you Till it wakes you and it wants you Until You've inhaled all the dust from their veins And gorged on shrapnel And we've caved inwards from charred fingertips Towards our beating If I can't mend all the cracks in the glass They'll rip right through us If I don't swallow the fire as it spills I will burn I will burn too
2.
Fruit 03:53
I’m a crooked, wizened Pile of old dreams That shift all around Shooting down my nerves from An old mind To the muscles in an old hand And I’ve seen countless lives I’ve never lived Little smooth knuckles Forming so many perfect fists I’m not asking I’m not wanting But sometimes I hear a laugh When it’s quiet And it’s dark When I feel more love Than I can comprehend And I have to talk aloud Even when no one’s around Slap the back of my own hand List all the reasons that I can’t I’m not asking I’m not wanting I’m not asking I’m not wanting But sometimes I hear a laugh There’s no garden There’s no orchard Fruit is trampled Fruit is foraged I’m not asking, I’m not wanting but sometimes I hear a laugh
3.
All the things that I have loved Are sitting inside these bricks And I don’t know how I swung this But I have a record of events A list of all the details A recipe for how to fix For how to make a little life Or two So I am writing a reminder Many thousands of reminders Tattooed all across my body That say Don’t take this for granted It’s not like anybody planned this Unseen quirk of fate The loophole in your Loophole in your Little life All the things that I have loved Are holding me together Are patching scars I felt were forever And is it fair How I fell into this? That someone as broke as me could be happy Without trying But I don’t take this for granted I don’t think anyone could plan this Unseen quirk of fate The loophole in our Loophole in our Contracts I thought my hand was dealt a while back And I’d accepted all the terms What I deserved What I’d been told was the most to hope for But I won’t take this for granted It’s not like anybody planned this Unseen quirk of fate The loophole in your Loophole in my Loophole in our Little life
4.
No I’ve not been sleeping But I can’t see how that counts Who dictates what’s right? And on what grounds, If we’re all headed down? While I can’t be sure I can I can I can Convince myself Beat my heart When I’m too tired Open my eyes And stop the sleep Breathe my lungs But burn the pyre If you know for sure I’m gone for good Cause if all my life And all these bones Amount to nothing Morning’s mine and night’s When thoughts ooze out and can’t be caught And in the dark my wandering mind Loses sight Can’t make it home And we agree there’s no such thing as a soul Beat my heart When I’m too tired Open my eyes And stop the sleep Breathe my lungs But burn the pyre If you know for sure I’m gone for good
5.
Most folk are frightened of silence Where I'm from Their latest collection of words Blethered and blurted Like a bingo caller Looking out to a dark sea of faces for a match Most folk are frightened of talking Where I'm from I reckon they'd say just about anything To avoid a conversation It's amazing how much you can say Without speaking at all But I love silence And I hate chatting I'd like to talk But no-one says anything to me Where I'm from Some folk are frightened of losing where they're from Where I'm from They'd cut off their children to spite them And all of their choices Their affected voices Successes and failures and big cars and houses Some folk are frightened of changing Where I'm from Of sobering up long enough to regret The decisions that were made for them And the plans that were laid Shut up, drink up and stay But I don't get it So I don't quite fit I've tried to run But there's no place for me Except where I'm from Except where I'm from I'll accept where I'm from Where I've been Where I'm going The place that will hold my shape When I am done Hold my shape when I am done
6.
Viscous Fear 04:20
A blast of tonic radiation My skin dripping pools Of hot adrenaline Everything was gleaming like the sun Oh, the sun Oh, the sun A little pill, a little scar My guts in the sink and my hair on the floor The poison in my veins hot as the sun Oh, the sun Oh, the sun A nursery rhyme for the other side A microcosm of my life Coats a hundred glass slides I cried eyelashes with my tears My viscous fear An eyelash tear My viscous fear A tarmac stain Spelling numbers How many years will the body linger? I can't tell who won this in the end In The End A nursery rhyme for the other side A microcosm of my life Coats a hundred glass slides I cried eyelashes with my tears My viscous fear An eyelash tear's My viscous fear I was promised tallying the clouds Soothed with talk of finite light ebbing into nothing I was promised I was promised

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released May 16, 2019

All songs written by Louise Connell
Produced by Stuart MacLeod and Louise Connell

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“A diverse, deep-vein double album which vaults her into contention as one of the most insightful and pertinent songsmiths, anywhere, to have emerged in recent years.”
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