1Jerod S. Rivera – Seamstress Clock (feat. Cat Lauigan)
5:48
JSR-006
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Open edition
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Part of the album "Dot Dash" (out Jan 17, 2025)
lyrics
between daylight and sunset
through the blue line
somewhere along the twisted vine
cascading down into nothingness
to break between boundaries
to break between air
who are we to say who’s right
who are we to say who’s relevant
when everyone is singular
as if divisions no longer define
we-are-all-just-keeping-time
time to live
time to die
time to erase
time to ignite
the boundless fire that consumes our sight
morality disintegrates
into a sustained note
we grasp for the line
hope’s architecture drawn from our own design
we-are-all-just-keeping-time
petals crushed between splintered hands
braided fantasies into severed ties
the hourglass breaks
each glass shard is a window to some promised future
the velvet cerulean curtain drapes
over their misgivings
perspective is a coin
both sides are neither the truth
cryptic messages from the angels come through
we grasp for the line
hope’s architecture drawn from our own design
we-are-all-just-keeping-time
we-are-all-just-keeping-time
we-are-all-just-keeping-time
we-are-all-just-keeping-time
credits
released December 4, 2024
Vocals by Cat Lauigan. Additional mixing and arrangements by Jonathan James Carr. JSR 006
<<< Praise >>>
"Four years on from his debut 'Virgo' LP, Oakland-based producer Jerod S. Rivera prepares to unveil his sophomore album 'Dot Dash'...Our pick is 'Seamstress Clock' - a deep dive into drone-infused ambient, encompassing the listener in a cloud-like cocoon of textures. LA-based artist Cat Lauigan contributes her blissful poetry to the lush soundscape, weaving murmured vocals like a delicate thread that intertwines with Rivera’s experimental churns. Together, they craft a third-eye memoir where fragmented dreams are sewn into a singular tapestry, offering a glimpse into an alternate reality." [INVERTED AUDIO]
"Spoken word dances atop ambient delicacy.
The concept of time was one which was strange. It was hard to quantify and measure, yet like many things it existed and the people of the world were bound by its structure.
It were as if there were some seamstress, dancing in the heavens, weaving and watching as the clock slowly ticked and wound its way into oblivion. The people down below were merely following its cycle, its pattern, its rotation.
Perhaps one day there might be no clock – simply moments of unsolicited freedom bound by the passing clouds alone. That day seemed far away now…" [THE RANSOM NOTE]