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KOTEKAN

by Half Waif

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1.
The Operator 03:39
Call me if you can, tell me I’m the operator Call me if you can, tell me I’m the operator Lit flares in my hands and I’m set to explode I’m a minefield you marvel at, but don’t get too close You can run without a purpose But I am still too young, I am an animal circling itself. I shoo and shun, I pull out feathers Divided from just one I hardly recognize parts of myself Call me if you can, tell me I’m the operator Call me if you can, tell me I’m the operator Lit flares in my hands and I’m set to explode I’m a minefield you marvel at, but don’t get too close Oh, I wanted you bad, So bad. I wanted you bad. You can run if it makes you feel better But I misunderstood I hardly recognize where I went wrong. And now I’m running behind...
2.
Low Blind 03:47
I’m not about to lose this time ‘Cause I’m not playing this game. To set a bet down on the line, The risk would have to match the itch. The sacrifice is always nice When the gold shines. But when there’s nothing that you prize, It’s a fool’s wish. The quavering between the eyes: I'm not feeling that pain. To settle with the legs entwined, The act must surpass the ache. The sacrifice is always nice When the gold shines. But when there’s nothing that you prize It’s a foolish game. I’m not gonna lose, I’m not this time ‘Cause I’m not playing this game. To set a bet down on the line The risk would have to match the itch. I’m not about to lose this time ‘Cause I’m low blind.
3.
Octave 04:25
I thought you’d be the ocean When I’m a satellite in space Capturing the motion Of every thought that would cross your face. I thought you were my octave, Cover me when I was high. And when the floorboards caved in You’d make me sure that I could fly. Hey… I thought I had an option To retreat when we fell too deep. I thought you’d see me walking Long before you saw me weep. I thought you were my octave, Cover me when I was high. And when the floorboards caved in You’d make me sure that I could fly. Hey… I thought I had you by a hook in the lip But I never found a way to hold onto it.
4.
Ceremonial 04:01
Wake me when I should say what I’m supposed to Wake me when the night comes and we’re close to The part of this that’s ceremonial, ceremonial. The fire is lit and ripe for stoking: Take me in your arms, we’re fast approaching The part of this that’s ceremonial, ceremonial. Now I am ready for the salty water Now I am ready for the flesh and bones Now I am ready for the boat to bring me home. It’s not that I believe that I deserve this It’s only that I’m clinging to the surface. Don't you know you’re not the only one, not the only one. I don’t want the feverfew you feed me, My temperature should tell you everything that I need. Part of this is ceremonial, ceremonial. Now I am ready for the salty water Now I am ready for the flesh and bones Now I am ready for the boat to bring me home.
5.
Normandy 04:04
Who haunts me? Who sees? Normandy. Normandy. In the fields and in the towers, In the faces I once knew. In the days and in the hours, In the mornings all too few. My deserters, I’m deserting you. Ooh, ooh Normandy, Normandy. In the sand on the sidewalk, In the feet that fall in line. In the leaves that drop like gunshot, In the evenings that are dying. I will place them in the spaces Where the shadows seize the mind. My deserters, I’ll desert you in my time. My deserters, I’ll desert you in my time. Oh, now, lights on my pillow Will tell me to wake up again. Oh, now, I'll touch every stone ‘Cause it makes me feel less of an end Now… When I’m lost inside a loop and I have fallen far behind. When the people who I loved Are moving forward in time. And the rain on that beach falls Forever in my mind... My deserters, I’ll desert you in my time. My deserters, I'll desert you...
6.
All My Armor 04:28
Of all the things we’ve said and done, I didn’t think that this would be one. The clinging vines along the house: I pulled them right up from the ground. No harm in keeping them around Except that they will slowly starve me out. I’m gone like a ghost with all my armor still on, Gone to the shelter of a happier haunt. Of all the things we’ve said and done, I didn’t think that this would be one. The plants are dead under the sun, From fear or love or neither one. I’m gone like a ghost with all my armor still on, Gone to the shelter of a happier haunt. I’ll be gone like a ghost with all my armor still on. Don’t you know that I’ll be happier to run?
7.
Harvest 05:32
Comet: let it fly Across the border of your ardor. How can we design The order of the harvest, when we’re starving? Ooh, when’s it enough To decide: follow your love? Here, there is no hunger Let me hold it a moment longer. Water in your eye, Salt water in your harbor: watch it rise. Ooh, when’s it enough To decide: follow your love? Deep the devotion, Not momentary. Over the ocean, Not temporary
8.
I won’t question anything that comes my way. Head in water, feel the waves within my brain. It rushes in, and I don’t feel the same As you can say you do, as only you can say As I know only you... ...won’t question anything that comes your way. See how cold everything goes when you’re away? Unroll like a spool, I bet you'll feel the same As you know that I do. If only I told you, if only I told you, If only I told you that. If only I told you, if only I told you, I know I owed you that. Would I question every mile that I go? Holy water, heal my head and let me grow.

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released July 9, 2014

Songs written and performed by Nandi Rose Plunkett
with
Devin Greenwood
The Mivos Quartet: Olivia De Prato (violin), Josh Modney (violin), Mariel Roberts (cello), and Victor Lowrie (viola, string arrangements)
Nathan Koci (horns, horn arrangements)
and additional percussion on "Ceremonial" by Greg Saunier

Produced by Devin Greenwood at the Honey Jar in Brooklyn, NY
Mastered by Rachel Alina in Hudson, NY

Album art by Nandi Rose Plunkett

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