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From the album ‘From Shores of Sleep’ • Pay what you want: http://tndr.lv/mmecanique

For the rest of our lives we’ll be swaying
As laces and dirtied old soles.
From the branches young age’s engagements
Have flocked with the sparrows and gulls
To O, Astoria.
‘Neath the rails of old engines’ abandon
‘Tween cracks in the gravel and moss
Where the flickers of memories we flattened
In the copper of pennies are lost
In the shade of our glory
At the hill where the old chapel stands
There is held our beliefs where we left them
In the skin of the tall pines, the rocks, and the sands
Of O, Astoria!
There we on the water took count
Of the moons that have orbited us and gave weight
To our arms that could open but slight
Though our words would change even gravity’s might
With the dust and the ash of our fathers passed
Tucked neatly in our blood
O, what length we’ve waited for this place to seek us out!
O, Astoria.
In the shade of our glory
At the end of Columbia’s breath
Did we know our beliefs when we forged them
In the skin of the tall pines the rocks and the sands?
Of O, Astoria!

Using water as the album’s central image, Musée Mécanique has crafted a story both surreal and insightful, meticulous and moving. It’s a record about travels and transitions. And Musée Mécanique knows a thing or two about transition: To perform the new arrangements live is a daunting task requiring the once-minimal group to utilize more than a dozen keyboards and an array of acoustic instruments, from flugelhorn to lap-steel to musical saw. Nevertheless, having swelled from a duo into a solid five-piece, the band now pulls it off with impressive passion and precision.

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