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Dark Corners of the Night

by Joshua McCormack

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1.
Some days I can feel the horns growing Some days I wake in a house of mirrors most are concave convex none are crystal clear did you see the witches in the woods? did you see the witches in the woods? wander just be patient in the mazes sometimes the path leads you to the strangest places I see snakes in the garden I hear wolves in the walls in the cellar there's a doorway leading straight into hell but I hardly ever go down there no, hardly at all my view staring out from this black pit what do I miss living in the abyss? try hard not to smash a fragile piece cloven hooves tapdance on thin glass sheets we're standing on a jenga tower collapsing the golden gate is breaking loose someday the sun the moon the stars will all fall around our heads is it a future that we're given or a sickness we choose? dirty ground hold me down angel of light my head hurts so bad tonight and they're coming from the east and they're coming from the west from the belly of the beast from the sparrow's empty nest tell the children that they ought to settle down tell the children that they ought to settle down one day we'll break through these mental fetters instead of breaking we get better one day we'll step out from our house of horrors finally start moving forward
2.
counts all her blessings with a single grain of sand all these opinions of what is woman what is man formed from the fear buried deep within the hands of the greatest living pretender she's haunted by the nights when the spirits never speak starved for a drop of poison every day of the week promise to pay forward friends she always keeps from the greatest living pretender death steals blindly leaves nothing on the shelves takes all that you need only rings the bells wind chimes die lonely the body's in the well of the greatest living pretender ah-ooo tightened her lips as she stepped out to dance every great deed needs just one single chance she flowed like spilt milk as she sought out the glance of the greatest living pretender he was feeling looser while she was getting hard open doors invite you in to the house of cards hostages with blindfolds just need one peek at the yard of the greatest living pretender so lie down little baby make no other sound harbor those illusions in the water on the ground the runaways reconsider and always come back around to the greatest living pretender ah-ooo rescue me from solace cancel all my grief cast one final ballot pick up all the teeth take one look back at what's hidden in the sleeves of the greatest living pretender now speak in hushed tones blur your roving lips move in dark shadows got to camouflage your hips the caress that you fear the soft fingertips of the greatest living pretender ah-ooo
3.
BFF 04:55
have you ever heard a tomahawk roar? steven studies the same verses over and over humming have you ever heard a burning man scream? I mutter the same curses over and over humming felt a judgement coming felt the end of days proclaimed by an orange-tinted man propped up on a stage scrub the floor with a toothbrush in the house of the lord you're an easy target from my high horse your empire's expanding mine is only changing who's more corrupted when the money is raining dead rat in the dumpster cigarette on my lips ten years later every stone falls from my grip among sonoran toads and fractured moral codes is it just a temporary distortion of my dreams who really could've seen the paths my life would take detours I don't call them mistakes hey hey steve the preacher you're turning into a creature feature I was scrubbing shit cause I thought I was worth it back before I found my way now I'm working in the bomb factory my soul is serpentine cause killing is fine when you're just a budget item sitting on a line hey hey steve the preacher turning into a creature feature I was spewing shit at your television pulpit back before I found my way now I'm working in the bomb factory have you ever heard a village explode?
4.
get home from work music on my mind pick up the cheapest half pint of whiskey I can find marlboros from the floorboard furious fingers strike the keyboard pick you up at quarter after eight gotta get there by nine put my name on that list put my reputation on the line twelve steps to heaven might hear a flute might hear a loop might be singing in tune or out or somewhere round about I've got a new song gotta try it it's not quite finished but, what the hell, I'm excited it's a bit too long and there are too many words in the verses the melody meanders but this is how the chorus is even though I always smile I'm feeling low airplanes outside the windows teeth all stained from smoke 2am comes and we spill out onto 45th avenue hand me a napkin it'll be tonight's journal it's 10pm and there's already vomit in the urinal whole place stinks of piss, smoke, and subtle lies wooden legged bartender looks right into my eyes says what can I get for ya? well, how much is that one over there? we've got a one dollar house concoction if you dare mccormack armstrong and rhyne we've got the words if you'd just feed us a line sweet sally marie I know he's got your body but tonight who has got your mind morris barth and russian novel jon hurry up from finnegans somebody up on stage is resurrecting louis jordan a filipino man playing those hillbilly jams mr munoz and mr larson I want to hear your voices join me on this chorus even though I always smile I'm feeling low airplanes outside the windows teeth all stained from smoke 2am comes and we spill out onto 45th avenue like an ember that never joins the fire I dance alone to my cellophane blues long as I'm mesmerized by brunette blonde reds in pint-sized glasses and lonely prisoners in towers somewhere out of view I'm spinning yarns of improbable yearnings and telling tall tales of you I met you at the masquerade wore my best martini grin you write all the charities and baby I'll compose the sins said I'm a barnstorming panderer father abraham slanderer asked if you'd take my hand get far away from here get back to the root, the source you looked straight in my eyes said of course, of course even though I always smile I'm feeling low airplanes outside the windows teeth all stained from smoke 2am comes and we spill out onto 45th avenue
5.
tell me the story of the minor side of town the ruins of the carpenter and clown men wobble slowly when they're propped up by fear they never caught the number on that car when it reached the pier it just disappeared into the black between the stars life is cheaper on the minor side of town your ass is worth pennies on the pound what you've learned ain't needed on the sunny side of life but wait here, and we'll give you a ring wishes become brittle, fractured advice shattered by the whims of kings they're shipping bodies to the minor side of town the population never goes down taking all the names from the graveyard up the street pass 'em around just like candy what good's a name when you can't keep the beat of a marching band ceaselessly marching? so take advantage of the shipwreck of the stars steal their homes while borrowing their cars kids shoot from the treetops and the fire will have its say stronger then the armies of the dead while the buildings burn do you look the other way? did you stop to think the fire might spread from the minor side of town?
6.
mama's come to town today making up the games she plays who are you gonna love? who are you gonna love? lost in photos of the war stares at walls and open doors who are you waiting for? who are you waiting for? mama writes her memories tidal eyes that swell for me who's knocking on the door? who's knocking on the door? I left home while mama slept I slunk the streets and danced with death who are you trying to be? who are you trying to be? mama cried herself to sleep over thoughts she couldn't keep who holds you in the dark? who hold you in the dark? (interlude) mama's leaving town again walks as a forgotten friend who are you gonna love? who are you gonna love?
7.
Rune 03:41
santa rita I was bitter when I met ya broken christmas sunrise but who really gives a damn? morning dew dries spirits in the sunlight one mile high santa rita teenage drivers on the dirt roads when they see ya like a rattlesnake surprise highway crossroads cattle country calling fifty miles away stealing time to spend now and then someone always steals it back again santa rita in the background of my winter when I meet ya I'm moving in to stay like those pasttimes I never seem to conquer the habits of the day sonoita fell in love when I first seen ya can't even say your name but who really gives a damn? wine drunk midday wander up the mountain one mile high stealing time to spend now and then someone always steals it back in the fall the fall i want you in the fall maybe I'll see you when the summer's come I'm melting down I need a road to higher ground need a home where I can breathe the thinning air of mystery
8.
in dark corners of the night where it all belongs to you and everybody plays by your made-up rules underneath the bed invent a cone of silence whispered privacy I want to cradle you within dark corners of the night where useless treasures lie make friends with only those who make you cry all around your head the numbers take the lead in a whimpered symphony I'll hold a candle in the dim, dark corners of the night dark corners of the night
9.
Cassiopeia 02:35
dreamed that you fell from the furthest star crashed slow and deep in green fields you dance fingers of spring reaching inside pulsing and throbbing with light-year eyes
10.
Dulcinea 04:17
in broken square city pink chaos sky last night got fucked up I'm so alive woke up in feathers mysterious friends alive in the camera lens dulcinea mavourneen just say what you mean see oh oh oh oh boy smeared your black eyes see oh oh oh oh oh oh boy tell me where'd you sleep last night? can you recite all your lines? they're written all wrong grapes left on the vine always rot and fall off dulcinea mavourneen just say what you mean the swampland of your hair go on, wear it like a queen royal colors red blue green don't wash away in the morning beautiful baby ain't doing too bad chased out the natives moved in the transplants tore down the houses replaced them with boxes cardboard castles in the sand dulcinea mavourneen just say what you mean
11.
I was wasted by the city I was weighed down by the blues sucked in by the maddening spiral of the news ran between the knees of giants I rode a derailing train til I passed out in the napa valley rain where you live between the barrels and sleep under the vines waiting on astral signals for your time to shine the sky is champaign silver draped on wilted hills inkblots on the paper possessions in the will and rings around the roses empty pocket poses I'm falling into ashes a chain gang to my left holy men to my right panic at the sight of scissors the savior and the ice but I'll lay down all my burdens to take up my arms repossess those virulent charms broken when I walk I'm fixed in a run place bets on extinction by a red giant sun when everyone I've ever known turns to transferred energy with a warbling voice and a knocking of the knees and rings around the roses empty pocket poses I'm falling into ashes do you hear the bomb blast? do you hear the birds? deadbolts on the doors you pass tracing maps in the dirt your fingertips poke holes in the timeline of history cause the streets of your hometown lack mystery so you unearth the memories of the days that were lost while that golden opportunity became the granite albatross you're curled up in the queen's bed afraid to get warm the circle of life the eye of the storm and the rings around the roses empty pocket poses I'm falling into ashes I'm broken down in flooded ditches I'm bankrupt in your breath imagination feeding on the angry bliss of death stark white bedroom walls shake I'm hiding in the corner locked in the freezer but I'm getting warmer whether all things stay the same or all things must pass a sailor moon, a wise man's star twinkling ice in the glass you spend your nights drifting between the sky and the land the planes of existence the lines in the sane where you buried every witness and all their common interests blink and you'll see magic forgotten in the attic like rings around the roses empty pocket poses I'm falling into ashes at the end of the road I turn and I look back I can't remember who started down that path smashed bottle weapons cache I carve empty memories til I feel you crawling onto me then we'll tune in axis sally tell us about the dead tell us who's been sleeping on the cold side of our bed just tell us all the animals have been sent back into the wild my willful ignorance the ramblings of a child and rings around the roses empty pocket poses I'm falling into ashes
12.
Halfway Home 05:32
Exit slowly Night shadow These walls are the silent types But floorboards talk I never noticed just how heavy certain words could be Silence those bedsprings Untangle the blind strings I’ve searched everywhere You might be hiding I can’t see the future although I have an inkling You’re always halfway home Everywhere you roam I call your name from every door Unless I feel a sense of loss I feel a little lost myself Anytime Anytime at all You fell you’re falling from a great height When you enter the kingdom you’ll have no need to hide your eyes You’re always halfway home Everywhere you roam I’ve stitched your name in all of your clothes Cause though I love a sense of loss I do not want what I’ve not got Into the forest The cities behind You were always finest on the run And crowds of fools will mourn the loss Of someone they cannot become You’re always halfway home Everywhere you roam They’ll paint your face and they’ll drop all their stones Trying to sketch the divine But they only use straight lines You’re always halfway home Everywhere you roam I’ve stitched your name in all of your clothes Cause though I love a sense of loss I do not want what I’ve not got

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The fourth full length of note from Joshua McCormack, Dark Corners of the Night is the end result of vision, revision, relocation, and rearrangement.

Recorded in Schererville, Indiana, and Oro Valley, Arizona, at Terminal Velocity Studios.

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released December 8, 2017

Edward Merkel - Drums on Dulcinea
Ian McCormack - Drum samples on The Minor Side of Town

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Joshua McCormack Tucson, Arizona

From the odd acoustic pop of Joshua Mccormack Presents Holiday Girl , to the electronic-tinged rock of The Phantom King , to the collection of sonic oddities on The Dunce Cap, he’s been restless for years.

His recent album Lights Out 4 Baby Grand, shows a more personal side, while The World, Just For You is a collection of cover songs he recorded to survive the dystopian ambivalence of 2020.
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