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Vernacular Music

by Chorus Grant

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1.
HIBERNATION DRILL Being lost With nothing but worn out words and phrases Between us Knowing only throwing out the oars Into a wordless water Over the meanings edge Call it a sign or omen People say I’ve changed Going nowhere And going nowhere fast Silver tongue Hand of coal Digging up the past Little baby blue Little baby blue I… Little baby blue Am I slipping from you too? Let me in anew Little did I know you Little baby blue Torn apart by illness Torn apart by death Maybe a change of heart that broke the egg in the nest Am I slipping? Am I Am I slipping? Am I
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Lives 03:12
Lives Dull as a butter knife Leaving a mark on the door over night Losing our old lives Ritual lamb how I need your advice I don’t know what it is you do The closed off part of me needs the closed part of you Tiny flame in a lantern of paper One flew over one fell into the yard Don’t wanna sleep don’t wanna dream of it either Tiny flame licked the face of the doll ‘ Dull as a butter knife Trying to cut through the skin of the hind Left to my own vice Slaying a thought as I lay by your side Now I don’t know what it is you do The closed off part of me needs the closed part of you But I don’t know if that’s enough If that’s enough for us Other people losing touch with what once meant so much Nothing left to discuss In between love and lust In between dawn and dusk All that once meant so much I’m only sure of us I miss when we were treading water I’m not finding it out as I go I’m going if you’re finding out There are deserts in the ocean too Still I can barely see the waking light on me For what you want and what you need I’m treading water
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Chamber One 02:04
4.
GIVE IT A NAME Secrets Serpentine rivers and roads from wounds that bled I find them grabbing the neck They coagulate on the bed The dead dog’s still fed Pass it on like a sealed letter and give it a name Still I don’t know how to live The gold blanket you give the shipwrecked Pass it on like a sealed letter and give it a name Not body or head Not living or dead More than the old you The prison is building us too And now you’re looking for love Or are you looking for love at all? I know you’re dying to change I know you’re dying to find an escape from the pain Pass it on like a sealed letter and give it a name Pass it on like a sealed letter and give it a name Not body or head Not living or dead More than the old you The prison is building us too Not body or head Not living or dead More than the old you The prison is building us too Pass it on like a sealed letter and give it a name
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CHANGING FOREVER O how I envy the words Coming out of your mouth when you’re talking Your tongue from where they disperse Is a hotbed fermenting my gawking Spellbound by the alchemy art Making gold out of one in insolvency O my God What have I become? O my God Something new O my God What have I become baby I’m changing forever for you Weeding the flesh on my back In a living room frozen between us The other lives I have had Looking enviously through the window Spellbound by the alchemy art Making hair out of something less permanent O my God What have I become? O my God Something new O my God What have I become baby I’m changing forever for you O my God What have I become? O my God Something new O my God What have I become baby Forever came out of the blue
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WORDS LIKE SOON Just you and I in the odd world I hold on to you my girl Using words like soon A mirror makes up more than half of this old room So where are we now my girl? The beginning or the binding of our world Are you buried alive in my life? Buried under the slum of my love No one says it's everywhere In every thought a lover shares I did not know that the idea had taken root I swear The phantom limb of amputees I never was Still think I am A bag of bones will give up it's obsession with it’s death And for one insane minute pick up it's severed head So where are we now my girl? The beginning or the binding of our world Are you buried alive my girl? How do I handle the weight of the real world? Are you buried alive in my life? Buried under the slum of my love You see I know I’m in the wrong That it's the power of the pendulum They say life is like a song When the words are wrong to just hum along
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NO WORD FOR THE WORD There is no word for the word Age of anxiety Thoughts absurd Have got me down on my knees Licking for teeth that are gone from the gums Licking to swallow the trail of crumbs Caught in a language that does not contain the word There is no word for the word Ivory anxiety Thought’s a bird Caught on the inside of a color as I look into the sun Don’t count your blessing or your curse You thought it better to not get worse Speak in a language that does not contain the word There is no word for the word - There is no word for the word - There is no word for the word - There is no word for the word Clarion Sleeper hold Let me go The figurehead of the galion is now a word But there’s no word for the word There’s no word for the word There’s no word for the word There is no word for the word There is no word for the word There is no word for the word There is no word for the word There is no word for the word Clarion call of my own trap
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BALLAD OF THE WANDERING EYE Age of seven cells who will I become? Ballad of the wandering eye Leaning against something in the kitchen Weaved into a lullaby I’m in the apartment or the inner ear Reasoned glossolalia Everybody’s teething on a Gordian Knot It’s a rope out of the mania Lay your shadow on the sundial Lay it down In the town we built inside our heads Seven people in the Spanish pyramid Six of them already dead Like a wasp against a window You usher me to sleep I press my forehead to your forehead with sugar on my feet Like a wasp against the window You usher me to sleep I press my forehead to your forehead with sugar on my feet - It changed me
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Grass Snake 03:40
GRASS SNAKE Waiting at the cemetery gate for hours Heavily medicated Wanting to call it Ours ours ours ours ours Filling up a house with soil Nothing that I’ve ever said Could compare to the writing that’s now on the wall
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SHIP ON THE WALL Night comes rooster in it’s mouth Night grows as it covers the house Like clay or a cast of wet cement The only door I know through which you went Pain is a ship on the wall and everything is kind of fading Inside a vault they are now sitting Snaked inside a tire Presence like a fan in the ceiling That “wall to wall” shrug of shoulders That I keep with me for luck (Pain is a ship on the wall And everything is kind of fading) I see your outline in someone’s eye and I imagine having met someone Met someone then throwing them away I see your outline in anyone’s eye and I imagine having met someone that breath of home curled like a frying pan Pain is a ship on the wall And everything is kind of fading Pain is a ship on the wall And everything is kind of brilliant I see your outline in anyone’s eye and I imagine having met someone That breath of home keeping me at bay Pain is a ship on the wall And everything is kind of fading Pain is a ship on the wall And everything is kind of brilliant
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Eudaimonia 03:35
EUDAIMONIA To want to tell you that I’m sorry but to not know and then to know for sure Your face is in and out of my subconscience Vaguer than it was before I’m gradually forgetting that Every step I took led down the well though the road was paved with Good intension nothing more and to myself I swore- I’d be the one to try to glue it together and wait for the other shoe To drop you see the sword is double sided all the things you would undo before the fork divided the road Good intension nothing more- and to myself I swore Me in my life you in yours and that’s all Me in my life you in yours and that’s all It’s the squeakier wheel that gets the oil and that’s all Me in my life you in yours and that’s all we’re good for now
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Chamber Two 03:21

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Vernacular Music is the third full-length studio album from Copenhagen-based singer songwriter Chorus Grant.

A record that's wrapped in Nordic melancholy, stretched out between guitar-based chamber music, folk rock and an alternative singer songwriter sound. The songs revolve around the theme of change and it is heard both in the music's contemplative tone and lyrics.

The classical guitar is the main element on Vernacular Music and it is complemented and accompanied by bass, drums, rhodes and electric guitars as well as new elements in Chorus Grant's universe such as recorder, saw, vibraphone, violin, clarinet, cello and baritone saxophone. In the middle of the sonic universe, Kristian Finne’s vocal serves as a guide into Chorus Grant’s intimate world with its peculiar blend of being singable and catchy on one side and also being challenging and experimental another level.

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released September 27, 2019

Chorus Grant is Kristian Finne Kristensen
Produced by Nis Bysted & Kristian Finne Kristensen (Track 1,4,6,9,10,12) and Mads Brinch & Kristian Finne Kristensen (Track 2,3,5,7,8,11)
Mixed by Nis Bysted, Mads Brinch, Kristian Finne Kristensen
Mastered by Emil Thomsen
Recorded at Sauna Studio, Jam Hit Studio, Brinch Studio, Studio Iversen, and Own Room

Performers:
Kristian Finne Kristensen (vocals, guitars, piano, keys, organ, bass, bell, mandocello, synth, percussion)
Nils Gröndahl (violin, saw)
Karen Duelund Guastavino (saxophone, recorder, clarinette)
Adi Zukanovic (piano, synth)
Mads Brinch (piano, bass, keys, organ, harmonica
Nis Bysted (synth)
Sebastian Rochford (drums)
Carsten Skov (vibraphone)
Tobias Tangaa Lange (drums, percussion)
Michael Lindberg (guitars, bass)
Camilla Munck (vocals, keys)
Cæcilie Trier (cello)

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Chorus Grant Copenhagen, Denmark

Chorus Grant is the moniker of Danish singer, guitarist & song-writer Kristian Finne Kristensen.

Kristian is also one half of the duo Cancer along with his buddy Nikolaj Vonsild (also singing in When Saints Go Machine).

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