Mark Lint's Dry Folk

by Mark Lint

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The culmination of a couple of years playing live acoustically, this album brings together newer and older tunes to sketch a chronicle of longing, satiation, and more longing, and how the object(s) of longing might feel about all that nonsense.

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released December 18, 2018

Mark Linsenmayer: songwriting, singing, production, direction, various acoustic guitars, electric bass (4-8), upright bass (9, 11, 12), keyboard and recorder (11), additional percussion (5-7, 10, 11)

Rei Tangko: piano (3, 4, 6-11), violin (1, 2, 12), organ (5), harmony singing (1, 2, 6)

Jim Turk: hand percussion

Iris Hutchings: singing (1-3, 6-8, 10, 12)

Ken Keeley: electric bass (1-3, 10), harmony singing (2)

Special thanks for Lucy Lawless for singing lead on 3 (and Jason Smith who recorded her) and to Ken Stringfellow for his harmonies on 4 (which he recorded). And introducing Mina Linsenmayer, singing high harmonies on 2 and 8.

Recorded in Mark’s basement in Aug.-Sep. 2018, though 3 and 4 were started in early 2017, and most of 11 was recorded in Mar. 2012. 1 was entirely recorded, and all tracks were mixed Sep.-Dec. 2018 by Jake Johnson at Paradyme, Madison, WI. Mastered by Justin Hind at Paradyme. Cover art by Solomon Grundy.

Thanks to The Partially Examined Life and its many subscribers for help funding this album, as well as Josh, Ken, Rei, Iris, Jim, Nancy Thompson, Virginia Hutchings, and Kevin Bondelli. Thanks to Colleen Bos of Bos Meadery and Kathryn Fitzgerald of Fisher King Winery, and to our families and supporters.

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Catchy, homespun tunes ranging in style from power pop to folk ballads to alt country, laced with a sense of the absurd.

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Track Name: Feeling Time
Hey, ho, watch you go. Tint my memory with a passing glow
Changing all, I think, I don’t know for you
Fine, fade, passing time. Seal my senses with a glossy grime
Drawn in full and resting my mind on you

I feel I hope, I feel I hope, I feel I hope, I feel I hope
You won’t look back on me and feel you have to look away

You, when I was mine… Come off empty with an ass in line
Maybe the years will take off the shine from you.

Love, loss, aftertouch; pray the premise won’t amount to much
Pretty darn free, but left in the clutch of you

I feel I hope, I feel I hope, I feel I hope, I feel I hope
You won’t look back on me and crack on me and
Fade out into black on me and wither into fact on me and
Feel you have to look away.

Hey, ho, watch you go. Wipe my memory with a glancing blow
Changing what, I don’t care to know, for you

I feel I hope
Track Name: 1984
It was 1984; I was thirteen.
I had a plaid vest and short shorts
And a clip-on tie I wore to go dancing
I was the sole boy learning tango not sports
I was lonely, yeah; I was horny, yeah
I had rude stains on my sheets
It was 1984; I was ruled by my needs

It was 1984; I was thirteen
And I was well stuck in my ways
Love would knock me to the floor
It would hurt me. I'd have
Mad dreams for a couple of days
'Bout a living dress who could not care less
And I'd blush furiously
What was nothing much to her
Felt like everything to me

Was it a thought crime?
A waste of my time?
I fell in love so furiously
So many times, so gracelessly

It was 1984, I was subject
I was ruled over and chained
Love and often blood and gore
Made me thirsty
I would drink deep and get stupid and stained
By its thought control, it consumed me whole
I felt flushed out in the heat
It was 1984, and I was thoroughly beat

Was it a thought crime?
A waste of my time?
I fell in love or what I thought was love
It didn't matter then, well, not enough
To make me less blind
To own my own mind
I was born, I was triggered, but which came first?
Was I seduced by the moment, or built to burst?

It was 1984; I was thirteen
Weighed in at 100 and change
Standing thin and bent and poor like a string bean
I grew too fast on a diet of rage
And I lost my youth and I searched for truth
But there was not much to be had
It was 1984; it was a little bit bad

I fell in love so easily,
So many times, so fruitlessly
So many times, embarrassingly

It was 1984; it was history
It can be swept clean or just changed
I was hoping there was more, but there's just me
There were no witnesses to see what I claimed
My old store of strife, the artistic life
That was all, all that I had
It was 1984, and I can't call it bad
Track Name: The Other (feat Lucy Lawless)
I am the Other, baby
I will solve all your problems
Fill me up with all your insecurities and fly
I am another lady, your severalth one and only
Come to me, I'm what you need
Just worship me and die

A sentimental death, fulfilling every Valentine cliché
If you never try, you'll never know how it feels to be unmade
I am the Other baby
Project upon me all your fantasies and entreaties
Especially the weird ones, baby
I am another crazy, impossibly imperfect
Vessel for your self-deceiving picture of your needs

But it's the only game in this city, built on rock and roll cliche
And if you never try, you'll never know relief from mass malaise

Love, love, love it's all you need
A break from what's.desensitized you
A not uncommon, known condition
Should clear up in a year or so

Love love love that's guaranteed
To give you something for your journal
A universal, known religion
Self-fulfilling, verifiable

Moving towards the empty ache
Bring on the incipient heartbreak
It all comes with the territory
I promise, it won't be more than you can take

I am the Other, baby, another force beyond your power
Courage to change what you can, your own death wish notwithstanding
I am the Other, baby, all wrapped in too much
Cultural cliché, so run away as fast as you need reprimanding
The Other to your immature The Other to your horse manure
The Other to your narcisissistic needs
Track Name: Dawning on Me (feat Ken Stringfellow)
Heard you down the street
Feel like I’m thirteen
Never felt so good to be
Be alone

Held up imagery
Only big to me
And several hundred others
Who like to feel good feeling bad

Wholly awarming over
Basically swarming over me
Don’t you adore, it’s over
Dawning on me

Maybe be big deal
Though so small you feel
Your select appeal is real,
But excludes you

It all felt much too lame
Fortunes never came
You won’t out last your name, though
We seize, we feel you more than you do

Wholly awarming over
Maybe the storm blows over, see
Despite yourself left a legacy
Preserved, enshrined, re-enacted
Deserved or not, still effective
Always dawning on and on and on
Track Name: The State of Modern Man
I don’t think, I obsess
And I’m bored a lot, I guess
And I search for things to suck me in
Escape is where you find it

I ignore, I don’t believe
And my heart is off my sleeve
And my younger days are over now
And relief is where you find it
And I reach inside for power now
For release and ways to bind it

I’m alone with myself
I’m deceased as someone else
And my enemies confront me now
In the keep of my defiance

I’m at war with myself
Though at least I’ve got my health
And my ending with be fabulous
At least in terms of finance
When I’ve sold my all to gradual
Decease, my grief, a line-dance
A thief, a chief, a mind dance

Computations me sad
When I form a little thought and it rolls over
And it bothers me a tad
To waste my vast resources, my energy and time
On a reasonable skin glossed on a patent life of crime

I’m aware, I’m awake
And I am the mess I make
And the envy of the mad and dead
And I do my best to see it
I remember every word I said
Though my life did not decree it
And I won’t give up hope
Though I often don’t believe it
Track Name: Unspoken
Have you ever heard a word unspoken?
Have you ever tried to lose control?
Could you try to feel the things that forgot to say?
Could you maybe try to read my soul?

Music can diffuse the stench of real life
Maybe even substitute for air
Taken in a context without life or love or meaning
Could you even try to live? Would you care?

Don’t think that I’m unhappy
It’s just that sometimes I wake up and my heart is screaming and my mind explodes
I know you’ve got a full life, but I’ll be around if you need someone to hold

If you need someone to hold
If you ever feel that something’s incomplete
I’ll be here
Track Name: Time
Don’t know how you think of me
Words that pass between us smack of insincerity
It’s OK, to wait a while
If you find yourself in cycles of aggression and denial

‘Cause I’ve got time
It’s most of what I’ve got to give
Time

So much about you I still don’t know
So much that I expect you’ll eventually let show

When you’ve got time…

Whatever happens, I will still survive
But never quite alive
Do you know me?
Sometimes I just don’t know how I feel
Not sure that I’m real
Could you show me?
And I think I’ve lost my way
Don’t know what to say
Please don’t, please don’t turn away

With a song, And with a touch
I’ll repress my memories And not expect too much
‘Cause I’ve got time…
Track Name: We Fall Apart (feat Iris)
When I look at the clouds I see all the shapes are free
To appear in so many ways
But the ways that you see were the ways that I see
When we could see clear through our perfect days

And with one of those magic eyes where you stare at the page
Until some shapes might arise
You and I were synced up; we would see simultaneously
And we thought that were shared the same eyes

Until we did not
Because of life
Because of the typical nonsense, because
You can be wrong about someone
And find your connection has faded away

We see together, but we fall apart
We fit together, but we fall apart

When you look into somebody’s eyes you can’t see their soul
No matter (rest) how hard you try
I can look my cat and it’s sort of the same thing

Is that love? Is that just being human?
The octopi will give you the same kind of glance
Do they see in your soul?
Maybe so, but if so, then it’s only the surface

Until it is not
Because we hide
Because of the typical nonsense, because
You can be wrong about thinking
You’ve found what you thought you had looked for all your life

We see together, but we fall apart
We seem together, but we fall apart

Unless this hope can be given away
I’ll keep looking and find it some day
I hope I will finally see OK

We fit together, but still came apart
We were together, but we fell apart
Track Name: New Couch
The new couch that you’ve pictured
The new couch in your mind
Will some day fill the living room
Though not as much, I think you’ll find.
A few more years, a little bit off
The furniture will roll

The plans that were uncertain
The feats we aimed to do
The pictures taken forward of
The routine into which we grew
A few more years will pull us along
The future will arrive

We hold our possibility
We lean with grave necessity
We’ve come this far to witness
With ourselves the only judge too

The new job that you’ve pictured
And those that’ve come and gone
The needling sense it’s not enough
The need for maybe moving on
A few more years, a little bit off
It works itself along

We hold our possibility
We lead with grave necessity
We’ve come this far to witness
But I’m not sure I can judge
Our hope and possibility
I hope you still share that with me
I want so much to come to you
Each goal that may remain this true

The new couch won’t resent you
For having to wait so long
With two new chairs fit for company
Who’ve got the color to belong
The new life that will find us
Our plans all fleshed and new
The new couch and the armchairs
Will find some stuff to do

As long as we just wait here
Our new couch will abide
I think sometimes I know your mind
But only from one side
Track Name: Came Round
You came round; I saw your shoes
You came round, and I felt used
You came round, I don’t know when
You came round, and stole my pen

You made me up to listen up
You weren’t enough
I heard you out
I didn’t buy it
Your feel throughout

You came round to get your stuff
You came round; you’d had enough

You made me up
To listen up
You didn’t hear me
We could not want
The real us
We couldn’t last

If you’re feeling it at all, you will not miss my call
If you’re feeling you’re alone, you’ve got to listen for my tone

If I’m away I’m dreaming of you, I’m leaving me through, believing it’s true
I’m seeking nothing and I’m finding it.
I often face the fact that I’m okay, but I miss you every day
And the hold you’ve got upon me in a smoky kind of way
It’s been years and years and they’ve dragged on very slow
But I’m alien and angry and I will not let you go

When you enter in my brain and start kicking things around
I feel lost and tossed and lonely and I can not feel a sound

It’s amazing that you’re ended, it’s amazing you existed
It’s incredible I think of you much more than you insisted

And wherever you are now, you should detect what I allow
There’s an arrow pointing from me, poking out right through my brow

And the beam that it projects passes over and infects
A stream of inspiration, intermittent and complex

Pieces of my soul, blasted out of this black hole
Astronomical but finite and what’s left is what you stole

And I’d give you the last word, if you believe one thing you’ve heard
And the next time you come round I will dismiss you as absurd
Like you did me

I see you sing
Not listening
Get over it

You came round; I smelled your breath
You came round; I felt my death
Track Name: Who Wants to Love Me?
Who wants to love me? Who wants to love me?
Who wants to love me? I've got a lot of money.

Don't turn away from me, please, I need ya.
If you expose yourself, then I'll see ya.
Love's been away so long, I was languishing, oh, languishing
Throw me a way to get to your skin

Who wants to love me? Who'll be my honey?
Who wants to love me? I've got a lot of money.
Who wants to care less? Who'll ease my distress?
Who'll clean up my mess? Who wants to love me?

Come fill this hole in me, please, I need ya
Empty a bowl of me, I will feed ya
I've been alone so long, it was bloodying, oh, bloodying
You could come patch me up with your skin

Who wants to love me? Who'll be my honey?
Here's all my money. Maybe you'll love me.
Who wants to say yes? Who wants to cheat death?
Who'll make me confess? Who wants to love me?
Track Name: The Size of Luv (feat Iris)
I was hungry, so I bought some fries.
I done ingest them progressively by size
As I chew them slowly I watch your eyes
As they bug out to the size of love

The size of love is about yea big
Smaller than a forest, bigger than a twig
Yes, I know that you dig me; I’m what you’re thinkin’ of
‘Cause I see you swellin’ to the size of love

I was thirsty, so I bought a coke
When you said “add salt,” I thought it was a joke
But that occasion haunts me; I missed that poke
A taste sensation growing to the size of love

As we left that Denny’s
Paid the check and skipped to the airlock
Next to the cigarette machine
I’ve never seen that many nervous ticks in a macho man
Your breath so big, and your love so mean

I know that you dig me But I’m givin’ you the shove
Cause it’s underwhelming, the size
It’s less than hefty the size
It’s so damn tiny, the size of your love

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