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Nat Harvie's Broken Record

by Nat Harvie

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1.
Cup 03:44
broke my cup and i’ll never drink again broke my cup and i’ll never drink again and lying down with my boyfriend in the snow like we’ll never see the snow again so sorry baby, to feel lonesome by your side wind is strong but weaker in your lee so plucking out my beating heart from chest and wrapping in dead curls for the mail if i should die, then write my name upon your chest in my old new lipstick, in red and pink and black broke my cup and i’ll never drink again broke my cup and i’ll never drink again
2.
i will not build some fantastic new home town to trap you though i know that i could and string all of our lovers along and this is me singing and knowing i'm meant to be tacit while by math i'm exactly half of the man that you are but i won't let anyone cut your arms up i won't let anyone cut your hands up and i'm going to marry a crane going to marry a magnate i'm going to spit out the blood flowing into my mouth i'm going to smoke till i die but i won't take no cancer i'll be living forever so long as not everything hurts oh bad wet tinder oh fatal curvature oh triple holy waning oh lightness of morning but i won't let anyone cut your arms up i won't let anyone cut your hands up and you hide in your bed like a virgin might come to collect something so our kids can't afford any vowels in their names and soon we'll be dragging a knife through the ground from vancouver to nyc for to capture a chorus and send it back to hell today is my birthday tomorrow is my birthday and the next day is my birthday and the next day is my birthday and i won't let anyone cut your arms up i won't let anyone cut your hands up
3.
My My My 02:45
i can’t feel my toes but i can move them better than before i can’t find the floor it takes a blindness it takes a moment i’m wasting all my moments on the cold light of morning it’s a cold light of morning come on henry, save me my my my my i cannot invent a falling out with a god i’ve never met i eat a cigarette, have my fortune told, and then i go to bed and i know something about arrows shot into the sea she told me a story about snakes falling off of their feet but i’m not one for stories now everything i do feels like packing for a trip that won’t come through i hide your love away i hide it thorough in the blood beneath my face and i can taste your pride when i remember all your middle names when i remember all your names my my my my
4.
Left Hand 02:36
what grace to choke herself to death with a single hand come on left hand stop, left hand shining feeling cool, not brushing off a spiderweb from face walking fast, walking pretty too tired to check the body for ticks, to fall in love did not write songs, no, before being born and so winds up as if to throw a stone and the steps forward steps all the way to the bottom of the lake first there was water then there was water then there was water then there was dancing- first there was water then there was water then there was water then there was none- what grace to choke herself to death and live to tell the tale- to carry strange sand back to earth superstition and conscience tell to spin around three times and spit over the shoulder, always left shoulder
5.
Crow 04:18
take my meaning, do you take my meaning when i ask you to take my meaning he keeps his clothes on when he bathes in wine so he can strike them down without touching them and he trades his pants in for a too-small dress at the goodbye party and not just for the photos it’s a compliment it’s a way of keeping dry it’s a way of staying high so, 200 years down the road i hope that i die before you do because baby, i love you- honey, i love you and 2000 miles down that great highway when a crow comes to carry you away then, honey, i will be you- so that i can still see you explain to me the joke so i can see how it’s funny now explain to me again makes me remember when i didn’t want to fuck you cause you smelled like me trying to be a better son, trying to be a better daughter- older son, wiser, wilder daughter i will always mind your business i will always choose trial by morning so, 200 years down the road i hope that i die before you do because baby, i love you- honey, i love you and 2000 miles down that great highway when a crow comes to carry you away then, honey, i will be you- honey, i will be alone
6.
Hedonism 04:35
thank god that we can see fire and have not only to touch thank god, thank god, thank god O, who will love me when i can talk no more who will love me when i can talk no more everything i do is on purpose cause i’m purposeful i don’t fuck around, i don’t take checks and everything i do is for me, but i’m not selfish i don’t waste paper- we don’t make out and how the hell am i going to keep warm when all the feathers fall out of my bedspread and on to the floor and how am i to call of the corporeal heat of a lover from a hemisphere away if i’m already clean, i’m not going to take a shower and when i can’t find sleep i don’t let stranger borrow my bed and if all that i done was for beauty, why wasn’t it beautiful when i almost wound up dead i want to live where songs of man are not the songs of man i want to live, i want to live. i want a god for to make something pretty and not for the credit i want a god, but not that bad. everything i do is on credit cause i’m certain that the sky will fall before my debts are due and everything i do is for you cause i’m a hedonist but i am lacking grace and skill
7.
No Teeth 02:07
i drive around town with a gun in my mouth so the cops can’t pull me over i split an apple in two in any direction and i will see a star and i hope to die on green earth but i do not hope to die i am using the heat of my vision to turn concrete into stone and i can say whatever i want cause i ain’t got teeth oh i can say whatever i want cause i ain’t got teeth baby shivers in the middle of sixteen parentheses don’t try to shake my hand he says, you’ll only break it off and small change fallows on the belly of a dead raccoon while every star that i can see is little joe falling from the sky i can say whatever i want cause i ain’t got teeth i can say whatever i want cause i ain’t got teeth
8.
Pilot 05:36
the two great arms of the world are made of water and have never heard of gold now someone’s ageing god asks me to choose a season for the next 500 years baby, this is a crescendo for you to lie on while i’m gone and of course i miss the weight of your head on my body, on whiskey but i can still feel it- whenever i’m drunk if i love you, you know that i love you and you know that i love you, so ain’t i prolific mother, son, and holy guest sit on the ashes of their house thinking about what ease a fire makes forgetting the architecture of their home sweetheart be wary of eclipse dreams once in a century happens almost every day that is to say- i know you’ll always love me and hang your clothes to dry out in the rain now see how the pilot fears not for her body the pilot fears only for the fate of her plane o the pilot fears not for her body uses only her hands for to steer if i love you, you know that i love you- if i love you, you know that i love you
9.
Making Love 03:05
when my oldest brother thought the song was about making love (making love, making love) head upside down to the back of the neck then the chest- falling through your smell and the bed- making love (making love, making love) kissing, grinding our teeth into powder that looks like cocaine, tastes just like cocaine, getting high, so high- making love, making love (making love, making love making love, making love)
10.
Happycamp 04:26
i am sitting in the lower sacred half of the records that we listen to but never highway 61 without you- without you, without you there’s a 40 up in ely like there’s black smoke under the hood so i’ll smash bottles in the parking lot while you find what is wrong with the car why it don’t want to take us but i want to hear that song again i want to hear that song every sunday i want to hear that song again for the rest of our life even if we don’t 30, we’ll be listening, we’ll be listening and we are more than highway strangers we don’t wish each other luck but now i’ll need it if i’m going to make it back to minnesota, to see your snow and taste your pines and then we’re going to throw our youth around we’re going to take it easy on sundays and then i’m going to throw around my youth for the rest of my life even if i don’t see 50 i’ll be listening, i’ll be listening (i want to hear that song again)

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for henry- everything for henry, always.
and in great debt to bianca, warmest light of near horizon.

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released March 23, 2018

recorded and mixed by Nat Harvie
mastered by Mickey Freeland

Nat Harvie - vocals, guitar, synth, violin
Sam Williams - drums, vocals
Becca DeBoer - bass, trombone, vocals
Anton Jimenez-Kloeckl - piano
Soren Dietzel - clarinet, saxophone
Jeremy Elhert - guitar
Jen Krussow - double bass
Rosalie Uggla - vocals (track 6,8,10)
Lee Jeffrey - (track 3,6)
Ava Swanson - vocals (track 4)

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Nat Harvie Minneapolis, Minnesota

The art-pop solo project of songwriter and recordist Nat Harvie. Nat lives and works in minnesota.

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