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Ascension

by Prairie Rehab

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1.
Lavender Doe 03:54
Lavender Doe (For Dana and The Eleven) Pumpjacks tilt in slow motion, but steadily—hypnotically The air is heavy, heady in the swampy night And the darkness is leaden, quashing every trace of light Each glimmer, Love, but that of your eyes I can’t seem to see clearly, but it’s not for lack of trying In fact, maybe I’m trying too hard Squinting into the distance: oh, but everything’s obscured And everything is just a blur but your eyes Gulf winds, tinged by sulfur and sludge Toxic spillages and drillers mud: Is this paradise or what? The girl they found along the seawall A beauty in her lavender blouse She was someone’s darling, surely She was someone, Darling: full stop. Is this paradise or what? Is this paradise or what? Is this paradise or what?
2.
Ordinaire 02:44
You’re a regular gem Shining and quiet Whatever I’m pining after: Darling, you supply it I don’t have to be clever I don’t need to be scintillating Or really any more than Merely ordinary Somehow I’m sufficient When I’m viewed through the prism Of your eyes I’m a terrible fool And my vision is skewed I can’t see past the last bad dream Or through the next Big Mood I don’t mean to seem bitter I don’t want to be grim But, often, I’m feeling caustic Often, lost and broken But none of that matters In the scattering light Of your eyes I’d looked everywhere For someone to care for me Through even the dullest of lulls In every tantrum and tear But none of that matters In the scattering light Of your eyes Somehow I’m sufficient When I’m viewed through the prism Of your eyes
3.
Good People 02:45
“It’s gonna be okay”: You’ve heard it before You’ll hear it again Today, you’re sure It's funny how the whole world’s full Of prognosticators You take it on the chin You take it in stride: However you take it You’ll be traumatized Stuck inside the airless confines Of a terrorized mind And you’re tired of the trite lines: Are they white lies Fed by the good intentions Of good people? You step into a room: It’s stifling hot You wonder who’s talking about you And who’s not And why you even bothered To show up, anyhow Well, you’re tired of the trite lines: Are they white lies Fed by the good intentions Of good people? Should you just be grateful? Maybe it’s true; maybe they’re right Maybe you’re just a little blue Just a little frightened And maybe those skies are gonna clear But you don’t need to hear it, you don’t need to hear it You don’t need to hear it, you don’t need to hear it You don’t need to hear it, you don’t need to hear it tonight
4.
Phantom 03:17
I don’t mind bad coffee I don’t mind cold tea But you used to dote on me: Now you’re disappearing ‘Cause you’re a phantom, Darling: Spread thin Held together by the threads Of your desperate longing Settle down, My Dear, you’re making me nervous Is there some way I could be of service to you? ‘Cause I’d like to help you—I’d like to help Well, I’ve got breakfast working It's such an absurdist offering When I know you won’t be here To receive it, anyway ‘Cause you’re a phantom, Darling: Spread thin On the verge of bursting open Or just dissolving into nothing—nothing Settle down, My Dear, you’re making me nervous Is there some way I could be of service to you? ‘Cause I’d like to help you—I’d like to help I’d like to help I don’t mind bad coffee I don’t mind cold tea I don’t mind bad coffee I don’t mind cold tea…
5.
The Budweiser sign, against a rose gold sky: Rose gold was trending, but its reign is ending …And ascending… …Is a new hue, and a New You to glimmer through it Perceptive and self-possessed Not like the rest of us, who just don’t get it Are you crying again, or is that shimmering streak There on your cheek just a mark of distinction? Green absinthe in Montparnasse or mink on a summer’s evening? Then there’s the Budweiser sign, against a rose gold sky: Rose gold was trending, but its reign is ending… …And you’re ascending (Darling, ooo-ooo) And you’re ascending (Darling, ooo-ooo) And you’re ascending (Darling, ooo-ooo) And you’re ascending (Darling, ooo-ooo…)
6.
The Angel Moroni triumphantly perches on his spire A recording of the Tabernacle Choir Plays somewhere in the distance While the incense smoke rises—rises to the sky Seen any Wonders lately amongst the stately houses Or in these upstart palaces, veneer and vinyl? In the Sanctum someone douses out the fire As a prayer rises—and the smoke still rises Rises, rises, rises, rises, rises…
7.
The casual observer, the voyeuristic lens The sight of God, the eyes of cool clinicians You, pulled apart and sorted through Repositioned, pinned, and put on view All the despicable things you did In an attempt to earn love All the despicable things you did The avaricious visits, deficious recompense Little sighs, devised to stifle your indifference Long silences in dusky rooms Stale water for the hyacinth blooms All the despicable things you did In an attempt to earn love All the despicable things you did In an attempt to earn love All the despicable things you did Such pedestrian pleasures! The measured bêtes noires Peering through the cracks and tapping at your doors So timidly, it seems that Even your dreams are somewhat anemic Rearranged, you slip into the street Beneath the precious few Stars that remain and you relax: You see it’s just a comedy in four grim acts You, pulled apart and sorted through Repositioned, pinned, and put on view All the despicable things you did In an attempt to earn love All the despicable things you did In an attempt to earn love All the despicable things you did
8.
Dilettante 03:04
Another platform for rejection Another way you can feel inferior It’s becoming clear: You’re going nowhere All of the gifts you’ve vaunted: They’re not what the people want Honey, you must see You are just a dilettante Another means of deprivation Where is the love that you crave? And so You’re left wondering if the world is even Worthy of the goods you’re offering All of the gifts you’ve vaunted: They’re not what the people want Honey, you must see You are just a dilettante Once I dreamed a dream myself But dreams grow dusty on the shelf… …Inevitably Honey, you must see You’re not what the people want You are just a dilettante All of the gifts you’ve vaunted: They’re not what the people want Honey, you must see You are just a dilettante Just a dilettante…Just a dilettante…
9.
Mustang grapes: you and I Traipsing through the woods at dusk Taken by the fragrant musk Of the fallen trees and the wilding rhapsodies Of mockingbirds, coyotes And the comforting lull of someone calling Oh, there were delusions, too: You thought you were the Moon King With half the world, swooning Before your cool radiance Unlike the sun, so blithely glorious You were a lucent pool of quiet reflection Time is a funny thing, eternally vanishing And we just take it as it goes Leaving us in its wake of shadows Mustang grapes: you and I Trapsing through the woods at dusk Now you’re just a ghost, a trace, a husk A phantom, a phantom, a phantom, a phantom
10.
Party Dress 03:24
Crashing on my birthday: There isn’t much to say And not much I can do To impress you, like I used to Like I used to But I’m open to suggestions: Lessons on a weekly basis? Perhaps I could come over Try to draw you closer, like you once were Like you might be again You had blazed into my life Just to burn out quickly Now we’re drifting, Darling Through a darkness so thick, we can’t even see ourselves All those flashy little dresses Full of spangles and lace And tangles of fringe Are just the flimsy remnants of our decadence And decadence always fades away Crashing on my birthday…crashing on my birthday… Crashing on my birthday…crashing on my birthday…
11.
What to do? I don’t know Once there stood a door to tomorrow And I walked through it with you But the door’s closed, and I can’t go through anymore Not exactly romance Not a spark, but something like it To light the darkness rolling in Tell the same jokes, and I’ll laugh like fool again The boy she’s here to see Says he loves her dearly Isn’t that what you’d said of me? Chances are, chances are: she’ll wind up lonely What to do? I don’t know Once there stood a door to tomorrow And I walked through it with you But the door’s closed, and I can’t go through— No, I can’t go through anymore
12.
Awake and wired, but exhausted In through the frosted windows gleam Either streetlamps or starlight— Whichever, it seems Quite lovely to me But I’m too afraid to sleep I’m too afraid to sleep I’m too afraid, ‘cause… …Last night I had another bad dream: Went tumbling down another rabbit hole With no one to talk to And not a single soul Whose hand I could hold So, I’m too afraid to sleep I’m too afraid to sleep I’m too afraid to sleep Of all the little cruelties in the world The perils that have swirled inside my head: The thought that I’ll drive you Away, somehow Is the one I most dread And I’m too afraid to sleep I’m too afraid to sleep I’m too afraid to sleep…

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released April 7, 2023

Prairie Rehab is:

Lacie Willliams - Vocals, Guitars
Scott Swartz - Pedal Steel, Guitars, Keys, Mandola
Ezequiel Valguarnera - Bass, BGV's
Bob McMahon - Drums, Acoustic Guitar, BGV's
Christian Schaeffer - Keys

Drums on Tracks 7 & 8 - John Baldus
Horns on Track 1 - Adam Hucke
Clarinet on Track 12 - Ben Mangels

Photography by Corey Woodruff

Recorded, mixed, and mastered by Scott Swartz at Filament Glow
Recording, St. Louis, MO; Horn arrangements by Bob McMahon and
Scott Swartz; Produced by Scott Swartz and Prairie Rehab

All Songs © 2021 L. WIlliams (Filament Glow Music ASCAP), except Casual Observer, Door To Tomorrow, Lavender Doe, Too Afraid To Sleep © 2021 L. Williams/S. Swartz (Filament Glow Music ASCAP), and Upstart Palaces © 2021 L. Williams/B. McMahon (Filament Glow Music ASCAP)

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