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Transmigration Blues (Deluxe Edition)

by The Dead Tongues

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I’ve been a peaceful ambassador Wandered ‘round this whole world I’ve sung a song of sorrow Don’t know ‘bout tomorrow I was born a child of the moon With a gold mane, and a sharp tooth See a big star climbing up the mountain rising Has two horns and a sharp smile When I sang my words did fly Like pollen air on a spring night Did my best to stay alive From darkness to the daylight I’ve been gone seven years I felt love, shed tears I’ll see you on that blue horizon soon By the time that dogwood blooms When I sang my words did fly Like pollen air on a spring night Did my best to stay alive From darkness to the daylight I’ve been a peaceful ambassador Made my home in the wind Crossed that great wide open solitude To end where I began To end where I began
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I was out a walkin’ Down a dark old avenue Thought that I could see you In the halo of the moon There's so many people on the move The night is long, as the day is new Now, I’m here Tryin’ to make some sense Of the howling wind Baby, if there's any Way to make it through I’ll go with you Through these Transmigration blues Wanna tell you something Wanna let it out It's a different kind of freedom Sayin’ it aloud There’s signs, wonders and dreams I could drown in their reality Now, I’m here Tryin’ to make some sense Of the howling wind Baby, if there's any Way to make it through I’ll go with you Through these Transmigration blues
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Water signs in a hotel room Got laid out on a stranger moon Held my breath, took a dive with you Got real low in the endless blue You got eyes made of wide open sky I been out on a long midnight Guess we all get dark sometimes Ain’t no weight of mind - I fell into deep water Deep water my friend I got caught, in a strange wind A strange wind - Woke up late with a smile on my face What we doing out here anyways? Been a long time far away It's getting hard to say Few days out I’m further down the road You’re out there half way ‘round the globe Feel it come, feel it go Feel a strange wind blow - I fell into deep water Deep water my friend I got caught, in a strange wind A strange wind
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Deja Vu 07:22
When I found out, Was somewhere south of Tucson, Arizona In a lavender blue Now there ain't nothing Not saying a word or trying to change what is coming A déjà vu Shine a little light on me I don't need much Just enough to see Save a little air for me I don't need much Just enough to breathe The sky is crowded With a million lights just trying to get through a darkness And find a way through Guess I’ll lay down And find a star that I can put your name on And try to get new Shine a little light on me I don't need much Just enough to see Save a little air for me I don't need much Just enough to breathe
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Drinking on sap from the pines Smoke rings in my mind Runnin’ ‘round with those bama boys Down the I-85 Do anything for a thrill Just to feel something real Got some friends and some wasted gear They know just how I feel Bored Been out there playin’ with fire Don't it burn like desire? Kinda feel like I'm breaking out Stepping out on a wire Blue sky, brown corn fields We been driving for years In a van filled with wasted joy Down a highway of tears It feels like It feels like something Good Creedence and Carolina Ain't the roads just like vines Runnin’ ‘round with those bama boys Circa 2005
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Play me that song on the fiddle, babe I can play the guitar too Feel a little lost in the middle way Don't know how to hold onto you Ain’t looking for the top I’m looking for the edge Wanna feel the weight Of nothingness In a way I'm broken In a way I've always been Feels like falling Into a great wide open Was a tributary love song, babe Flowing in and out of your life A storm cloud out on the borderline Or some kind of plastic Christ Don’t it feel divine Moving in between All this nothingness and everything In a way I’m broken In a way I’ve always been Feels like falling Into a great wide ope
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Baby, summer’s almost gone It's been a little while since I reached out and felt the cold Feel somewhere in between Golden and green An equinox receiver Walking in a dream Only thing I know It's a strange wind that blows From the east river out To the red rocky road I know, you been past it for some time But you know, that my wheels keep Spinning right through the badlands To the Garden of Eden Feel somewhere in between Golden and green An equinox receiver Walking in a dream Only thing I know It's a strange wind that blows From the east river out To the red rocky road
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There's no silver or gold In the stories that were told ‘Bout walking down the road to heaven I took no advice and set my sights Further down the road to heaven All my life I been runnin’ after Horizons and sky Little death, you are on the pasture With a moon on the rise The hours getting late I’m climbing up a gate And knockin’ on the door to heaven Paisley covered walls Your pictures hung and all Won't you open up my eyes to heaven Come on, open up my eyes to heaven All my life I been runnin’ after Horizons and sky Little death, you are on the pasture With a moon on the rise Take me to your room With flowers in bloom And every sight’s like a new morning Come on, lay me down, put me in a cloud And let it linger on for everafter Yeah, let it linger on for everafter
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When I found out, Was somewhere south of Tucson, Arizona In a lavender blue Now there ain't nothing Not saying a word or trying to change what is coming A déjà vu Shine a little light on me I don't need much Just enough to see Save a little air for me I don't need much Just enough to breathe The sky is crowded With a million lights just trying to get through a darkness And find a way through Guess I’ll lay down And find a star that I can put your name on And try to get new Shine a little light on me I don't need much Just enough to see Save a little air for me I don't need much Just enough to breathe

about

When Ryan Gustafson finished recording Transmigration Blues, his fourth and best album under the name The Dead Tongues, in the summer of 2019, he slumped into a month-long haze of depression. For two decades, Gustafson—a preternaturally sensitive soul, interested in the mystic but grounded by his love of quiet woods and open deserts—had made many albums under assorted guises. This one however had left him wounded, momentarily empty.

Here, Gustafson built words and songs of intense emotional reckoning. He wrestled with relationships that failed spectacularly. He contemplated growing up in and then apart from a devoted religious household. He surveyed the damage of living hard in his 20s, partying in the back of vans as he prowled the interstates of the United States, reckless and free. Working through this baggage was daunting, Gustafson admits, but he’s better for having sorted through it, having pulled it from his body at last.

Transmigration Blues gets to the idiosyncratic heart and unorthodox past of Gustafson, who lives the contemplative rural life about which many of his peers simply sing. In this stark moment of uncertainty, The Dead Tongues’ hymns to understanding your past and finding renewal in the changing seasons are more vital than Gustafson might have ever imagined. At a time when admitting that most of us are doing the very best we can seems revolutionary, Transmigration Blues is a welcome statement of radical acceptance.

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released June 26, 2020

All songs wrote by Ryan Gustafson
Recorded at the Fidelitorium and Bettys

Performed by:
Ryan Gustafson - vocal, guitars, harmonica, synths
Alex Bingham - Bass, Standup Bass
Ryan Oslance - Drums, Percussion
Brevan Hampden - Conga, Percussion
Drew Anagnost - Cello
James Wallace - Piano, Organ
Molly Sarlé - Vocal
Amelia Meath - Vocal
Alexandra Sauser-Monnig - Vocal
Josh Moore - Vocal
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Saman Khoujinian - recording engineer
John Pfiffner - recording engineer
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Mixed and mastered by Zach Hanson
Photography by Hunter Savoy Jaffe
Layout by Will Hackney

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