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Conformateur / Idiomatic - Advance Singles

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These are advance singles from a double album titled Conformateur / Idiomatic, scheduled to be released on 10/01/2016.

Conformateur is a song suite that reflects upon the pressures, expectations, and ambiguities of a single relationship. Musically, it is a rich mixture of Americana textures, thoughtfully crafted to support the precise vocals of frontwoman Lacie Williams.

The aptly named Idiomatic finds Prairie Rehab further exploring its craft and sound within the context of a variety of genres, including reggae, synth-pop, and R&B.

We hope you enjoy these advance singles; information on our CD release show will be forthcoming.
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releases October 1, 2016

Lacie Williams: Lead and Harmony Vocals, Melodica
Scott Swartz: Guitar, Pedal Steel, Lap Steel, Weissenborn, Keyboard, Bass, Harmony Vocals
John Baldus: Drums, Percussion, Accordion, Wrench
Ezequiel Valguarnera: Bass

All Songs © 2015 L. Williams / S. Swartz (Filament Glow Music ASCAP), except Tropical Depression © 2015 L. Williams (Filament Glow Music ASCAP)

Recorded and mixed by Scott Swartz at Filament Glow Recording, St. Louis, MO

Art direction by Prairie Rehab

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Track Name: Tropical Depression
My affection is best confined
To the scope of my own mind
Hid down where you cannot see
Firmly fixed in surreality

I’d be staid, I’d be self-restrained
And terribly well-behaved
Circumspective, sure and steady
But the moon is awfully heady

And temperance never meant that much to me
Don’t know when to let up, but I know what I’m feeling
Are you feeling me?

I like the way you lend a hand
And sighingly condescend
How you seem just to let it slide
When I’m painfully undignified

But surely you must know
You can tell me exactly where to go
When I’m sunk and my money’s spent
And I’m growing too dependent

‘Cause temperance never meant that much to me
Don’t know when to let up, but I know what I’m feeling
Are you feeling me?

Did I make it plain?
And did you learn your lesson?
You want a little rain:
You’ll get a tropical depression

‘Cause temperance never meant that much to me
Don’t know when to let up, but I know what I’m feeling--

Temperance never meant that much to me
Don’t know when to let up, but I know what I’m feeling
Are you feeling me? Are you feeling me?
Track Name: Not That Strong
Maybe I’m not that strong
Maybe I want you, too

Have I given far too much away?
On the verge of a complete collapse
I let the rashness of the wine betray
What I’d tried to keep so quietly under wraps

Maybe I’m not that strong
Maybe I want you, too
Pushed it away so long
But now that it’s showing through

Maybe I’m not that strong
One of us has to be
‘Cause there’s no turning ‘round
And no kind of guarantee

So, the veil is gone, it’s plain to see
Every urge at which you might take aim
Wired to want what we know could never be
It’s tempting: a child reaching for flame

Maybe I’m not that strong
Maybe I want you, too
Pushed it away so long
But now that it’s showing through

Maybe I’m not that strong
One of us has to be
‘Cause there’s no turning ‘round
And no kind of guarantee

Tension without resolution
Impulses coexist
With strains of vigilance:
It’s almost easy to resist

One more glass, another furtive glance
One more turn into an empty street
Alternate avenues of choice and chance
And alleyways from which there’s no retreat

Maybe I’m not that strong
Maybe I want you, too
Pushed it away so long
But now that it’s showing through

Maybe I’m not that strong
One of us has to be
‘Cause there’s no turning ‘round
And no kind of guarantee
Track Name: Point Of View
Saints for the window, saints for the gate
Saints for to move your real estate
And one to whisper in my ear

Muddy my judgement, cloudy my sight
My head can’t take it when my heart is right
But, really, how often is that true?

Guess it depends upon your point of view

Spirits descending to tug at my sleeve
Making me feel what I won’t believe

Drumming my fingers, table for two
You say you’ll meet me, you never do
But I keep coming anyway

Willing to help you, eager to please
But all of my anxieties
Have left me desperately obtuse

Far too confused to be of any use

Severed connections and fretful desires
Are not what your sensible soul requires

I hear from the bedroom the strain in your voice
The same divinations for the same old choice

I turn down the blanket, I switch off the light
My head can’t take it when my heart is right
But, really, how often is that true?

Guess it depends upon your point of view