Ding​-​a​-​ling

by Petrillo

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1.
Come down, we're almost there. Hold on, we're almost there. Pipe down, we're almost there. Bite down, we're almost there. Oh, buddy, hold on. Hold on, we're almost there. Oh, honey, hold on. Hold on, we're almost there. I'm tired and I can't get enough. Say you're anything but human for a sec: Where would you make your nest?
2.
What did we discover? We're just another roving heard with dwindling duration. We feast on ourselves. Where are all our worries going to? All our friends are anxious. Spend power to run in circles. All our friends are anxious. More means and less potential. All our friends are anxious. Here come the predators, they dot the far landscape. Here come the predators. "It's our turn. It's our turn." Here come the predators, staring through sliding doors. Here come the predators, hot breath on glass.
3.
Expose a soft-belly secret, make your play. And shake it in our faces: You're here. You are here. Like Howard Dean and his ill-fated scream, you're first in dust and dirt, you're first in lust and hurt, you're first in dust and dirt, you're here. You are here. Let free every pop and sizzle, reveal every seeping cell. We'll turn from your radiation, that singe, that smell. Teddy speaks as he bleeds and bleeds, "You're first in dust and dirt, you're first in lust and hurt, you're first in dust and dirt, you're here. You are here."
4.
03:39
Ooh, sunshine in my blood. It's in my blood. Here before a wall of rust uneven gold patina crust of spattered bird shit streaking I am seeking I am asking for relief but I will make it work with just the year’s first furtive thaw I’ll petition for release but I can make it work with just a crack between the walls I make my offer kneeling on a blistered sunburn peeling on a rotten boot sole seeping on itching in the evening I am walking in the dark but I can make it work with just a match’s sputtered spark I’m an exclamation mark but I can make it work with just a fumble in the park Ooh, sunshine in my blood. It's in my blood.
5.
02:31
Let's build a dam! You're really something with your something something something. Tall timber! Tall timber! You're really tall. You're really — you tell me — you're really tall. You're really frontin' like you're brimmin' with the substance. You're really talkin' like you heard that we were hungry. You're really loomin' like a shadow in the closet. You're really actin' after faulty information. You're really suckin' up the room's remaining freshness. You're really foggin' up my window onto daylight. You're really boring and I need to do my taxes. You're really harpin' on some shit we learned in high school. You're really sittin' where I should've put my snow boots. If you're feelin' small remember Mama says you really are, you're really tall. You tell me you're really tall. Tall timber! Tall timber! Let's build a dam!
6.
05:10
Running from your memories on that dusty ground And then the brains come out and they’re all around you How did you come home Come home How did you come home Come home You want to sleep but you're not allowed to sleep Your day will come You want to eat but you're not allowed to eat Your day will come You want to speak but you're not allowed to speak Your day will come You want go but you're not allowed to go Your day will come Running over the dusty ground and feeling everything Running over the dusty ground and feeling too much of Everything How did you come home Come home How did you come home Come home You want to sleep but you're not allowed to sleep Your day will come You want to eat but you're not allowed to eat Your day will come You want to speak but you're not allowed to speak Your day will come You want go but you're not allowed to go Your day will come How did you come home Come home How did you come home Come home Mother, these babies cry here on this dusty ground Mother, these babies die here on this dusty ground

about

Ding-a-ling was recorded in one idyllic weekend in May 2019 in the woods of Michigan's Upper Peninsula at Da Yooper Studios. Exposure to the elements is a feature, not a bug.

The cover art was conceived through a moment of transcendence of time and space during which the band and the visual artist had aligned visions during the same evening in spite of the fact that they were in different locations and no material collaboration occurred.

The masters were (quite coincidentally) completed at Dynamic Sound Service studio on Ding-a-ling Day 2019.

Ding-a-ling is a fruit of the Crone Collective.

credits

released December 16, 2019

Songs by Petrillo

Melanie Crow — drums, vocals
Franki Hand — guitar, vocals
Anne Hensley — guitar, vocals

Lyrics — Petrillo, with assist on Sweet and Tasty from Lee Hauser, and assist on Tall Timber from Casey Claussen

Thank you to Judson Crow for his service and inspiration for the song "Walter."

Recorded and mixed by Jim Bellmore and Jesse Decaire in Ishpeming, Michigan; cymbal assist on Here Come the Predators by Jesse Decaire

Mastered by Blake Bickel, Dynamic Sound Service, Kalamazoo, Michigan

Cover art — encaustic collage by Casey Claussen
Photo assist — Chafe Hensley

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