Kristin Hersh : Static

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APPEARS ON:

- Cats And Mice, 2010

- Crooked Remainders, 2010

WORDS FROM KRISTIN:

- "Rizzo and I hit on interesting sonic vocabulary with this one. Somehow, playing this song by myself, I was sounding like a jazz combo. So we played that up with sharp guitar and "room". Room plays loudly on this track.

Which tends to make a song sound like it was recorded live, in a club. This usually helps the listener hear heaviness and sweat and import in the performance.

I find that it's best to leave the track alone at this point, so that nobody begins picturing the fifteen musicians that'd have to be on stage in order to make all this production possible. In other words, once you begin erasing overdubs, you know you got the core presentation right and should just walk away.

Billy thinks Static is about my friend Mark who died last year. I don't know, really, but Billy's usually right. Mark will never seem dead to me, just...gone. I like to think of him tearing down roads in the sun and rain, still having bones and hope.

Love, Kristin"

"Static"

(written by Kristin Hersh)

Your mouth fell out of the sky and suddenly

I had it memorized

But honestly, it's like you're dead

I can't shake off voodoo or your thudding, making noise

The pearls you cast before swine

Make you seem alive

A pretty picture of you breathing air

And you're just standing there

Static

Show me how you do it

A thousand miles away from here,

You're one micron away from me

Your hope is on the wing,

is on a bus tearing down the road

You're cold, you're made of heat,

you're made of skin, made of cloth and bone

Your hope is on the wing,

is on a bus tearing down the road

Your road is in the dark,

is in the sun, in the rain and cold

You're cold, you're made of heat,

you're made of skin, made of cloth and bone

Your bones are made of sponge,

are made of plexiglass, tin and hope

Your hope is on the wing,

is on a bus tearing down the road

Your road is in the dark,

is in the sun, in the rain and cold

You're cold, you're made of heat,

you're made of skin, made of cloth and bone

Your bones are made of sponge,

are made of plexiglass, tin and hope

Your hope is on the wing,

is on a bus tearing down the road

Your road is in the dark,

is in the sun, in the rain and cold

You're cold, you're made of heat,

you're made of skin, made of cloth and bone

Your bones are made of sponge,

are made of plexiglass, tin and hope

Your hope is on the wing,

is on a bus tearing down the road

Your road is in the dark,

is in the sun, in the rain and cold...

Fireworks for you in the ozone snow.