ARNFINN

by IOLA

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This album was produced and recorded at Kutch-1 Recording Studio by Mike Kutchman in late 2014 in Brooklyn, NY. It was mastered by Josh Bonati in January 2015. The cover photo taken by Shervin Lainez; and, the cover designed by Charles Watlington. The album was named for and dedicated to Carey Sveen's late father, Arnfinn Sveen.

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released 02 July 2015

IOLA thanks Mike Kutchman, Craig Howe, Evan Fricks, Robert Hellyer, and Charles Watlington.

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Track Name: Chichen
You tell your friends about the things you wanna do-
I don’t belong to you.
You tell those faces about the mountains you will climb-
But, I did all that a long time ago.
And, you want a person that you can tip and toss like your divining rod
But, all the water in the world, won’t pull the desert from your girl.

Fallacies, they’re all so caked in mud in a, in a cenote in Mexico.
Horses trampling on the limestone roadways-
Down here we call those “the melting places.”
And, you want a partner that you can flip and flop
Like all your shooting stars,
But, all the fire in the world, won’t shift the waves around your girl.

And, when you’re seven you’re a little girl,
And, when you’re twelve you’re in a woman’s world,
And, when you’re dead you’re in your family’s head,
And, the ladies stay up and cry all night.

And, you want a vision of the earth-made-whole
With all its buried gold,
But, all the treasure in the world won’t buy the secrets in your girl.

And, when you’re dead you’re in your family’s head,
And, when you’re found you’re living in the ground,
And, when you rise you’re in the ocean’s eyes,
But, all the water in the world, won’t pull the desert from your girl.
Track Name: Kingston
No solitude now- I found it.
In touch with the moon- avowed it.
Enthroned in the pace of wilted stares, aha.
Shoved: gave to the wolves, devoured him.
Slaved: cult of the merry-ed middlemen.
You’re bound the pain you can’t replace.

And, people say that “love is all you need,”
But, I’m aligned with the team of valiant greed.
And, people say that “peace is evergreen,”
But, it fades so fast, you’re fighting in my sleep.

When you could perform, you did it.
When you could divide, you did it.
And, when you could flame you stormed your fires ahead.
You’re part of the marching shadow.
Your vices are deeply shallow.
Your pars are all trampling your aces.

And, people say that "love is often kind,”
But, I’m crowned in fear of the inevitable leave-behind.
And, people say “the tears will heal inside,”
But, I’m bleeding raw, and, the truth is spreading wide.
Track Name: Nantahala
You’re an excavator, I’m a bull in chains
In the elevator, I asked your name:
“I’m free” you said, “I’m free” I said.
You build a mansion, I need my space-
I grow a garden for a roaming-place
To breathe, to land.
You’re pulling slowly, I’m pushing back.
I need a choir to sing all I lack-
I’m bad, I’m cold, I’m mean, I’m on fire.

Maybe I’m a gold-digger, a gold-digger, a gold-digger?
Maybe I’m good at starting things that shouldn’t be?
Maybe you’re a smooth-talker, a soothsayer, a line-walker?
But, I’m right with you, so why don’t you stick with me?

Your mom’s a sweetheart, your pop’s a swell man.
I’m a distant orphan, but, perchance we could have
A story that lasts, and lasts, and lasts.
My dad was an outlaw, my mom’s all I got.
From a twisted childhood, I screamed and I fought
For the things I wanted.
And, you’re forcing a vision of moves up your sleeve.
In the course of division, I’m counting the steps
To fold, to wash, to mend, to devour.

Maybe I’m my mom’s daughter, my mom’s daughter, my mom’s daughter?
But, maybe I’m a special case of live-and-let-it-be?
Maybe you’re on top of it, darling,
Of stopping the scarring and halting what’s harming?
But, I’m right with you so why don’t you stick with me?

They, they figured it all out before we were born
We didn’t need to make the same mistakes.

Baby, I’m a gold-digger, a gold-digger, a gold-digger,
But, maybe you’ve seen it all, said “live and let it be?”
Maybe with you the springs are rolling, the seas are parting, the fates are stolen?
But, I’m right with you, so why don’t you?
And, I’m good with you, so why don’t you?
And, I’m here with you, so why don’t you stick with me?

They, they figured it all out before we were born
We didn’t need to make the same mistakes.
Track Name: Shulers
Little bee, little bee, get your stings out of me,
I’m as numb as I ever will be.
In the sun, in the sun, the drugs done and won.
You fell when you were having your fun.

And, when, you’re taking a test, and, you’re cheating a lot
And, the woman you love, well, you bet her and lost-
Lemme be, let me be,
Please, push my boat free-
I’ll swim when it touches the sea.
But, why is life so hard?

On the sand, on the sand, your face found the land,
Saw his boots and you started to stand.
But, he’s telling you “No,”
And, your heart starts to slow,
And, the needles are bright in a dark, lonely night.
Nice and quiet, nice and quiet- just rest for your mind.
Some sleep and you’re gonna be fine.
But, why is life so long?

On the ride, on the ride, to your true, blushing bride,
It’s all dead, it’s all dead with a gun to its head.
It’s the invisible line between was-yours and be-mine.
It’s the cruelest design, it’s a deity’s fine.
Oh the span, oh the span of the heaviest hand!
Track Name: Cenizas
Through a window, on a neon-ed street,
You beckon me in with one long hand to finger tip.
I’m not curious, well, I’m not stopping-
I’m not thirsting for a dissection of my future.
I’m not thirsting for a dissection of my future.

Laid on a metal table- scalpel out, dusty cards,
Bloody-ing the streets of old New York.
Side-by-side, cheek-to-cheek-
Everything’s clear when you see it through crystal.
Everything’s clear when you see it.

And, the maps, the maps, the maps-
Is that what you’re selling?
Is the truth, is the truth, is the truth,
Is the truth what you’re telling?
I don’t think so.

In a cardboard box, in my hometown closet,
My dad’s laid to rest- bless his soul.
Oh the misery!
Where are you sleeping?
Pounds to ounces to dust to whispers.
Pounds to ounces to dust to whispers.
Everything’s clear when you see it unraveled.
Everything’s clear when you see it.

And, the maps, the maps, the maps-
Is that what you’re showing?
To the truth, to the truth, to the truth-
Is that where you’re going?
I don’t think so.

And, the maps, the maps, the maps-
Is that what you’re buying?
Is the truth, is the truth, is the truth,
Is the truth why you’re lying?
I don’t think so.
Track Name: Elskeret
Love- I don’t need to show it off.
I don’t need to throw a party where I
Kiss you in front of your ex,
And, make a mess of everything.
I just want you to know
That I’m happy to be here.

Love- I don’t need to build it up.
I don’t need to make it tough to withstand
Every jolt and jab-
I’m not those gals you’ve had,
This all just floats along.
Yes, we finally are here.

Finally the words are spoken,
And, you know you’ve chosen,
And, you know your choice is right.
And, I love you more than,
No, I love you more than,
No, I love you more than anything.

Love- I don’t need to make it up.
I don’t need to write a book about
The things that we said and did-
It’s ours for us to live,
We’ll keep it in our minds.
Yes, we finally are here.

Finally the words are spoken,
And, you know you’ve chosen,
And, you know your choice is right.
And, I love you more than,
No, I love you more than,
No, I love you more than anything.
We finally are here.
We finally are here.
Track Name: Watagua
My city is blind-
It takes me down streets I don’t know.
My city is fine-
But, it tells me to stay put, don’t go-
When I should run.

My city just slapped my face-
It pushed me around again.
It says that I’m commonplace-
That I have to sell my soul
To persevere.
But, I swear it’s all right, I swear it’s all right.

Cuz, I’m gonna fight it.
I’m gonna fight it.
I’m gonna fight it.

I fell through a blackened hole,
Where there was no branch to grab,
And, then, at the bottom-ness
A man was yelling there- incessantly.
But, I swear it’s all right, I swear it’s all right.

Cuz, I’m gonna fight him.
I’m gonna fight him.
I’m gonna fight him.

A fist, a finger,
A fa-la-la-la-la-la,
A cloudy mirror,
A “keep your back straight, honey.”
The end is nearer,
I’m not a fearer
Of all the losses and bruises.

And, I’m gonna fight it.
I’m gonna fight it.
I’m gonna fight it.
Track Name: La Ciudad
Ten and ten and five and five-
I’m going for a real short ride
To take my heart and dump it oceanside.
Four and four and eight and eight-
You’re going now, but, you left too late,
With the news to deliver, and yet,
Time and time and again and again-
You miss your friends but you just want him
To return to you- you’d give anything for that.

And, the missing and the kissing
Couples that you hate, late night on a slow train.
And, then leaning and the reeling
Of your love as it takes all the time in the world
To mend, and turn away-- not today.

All and all and well and well-
You chose it fine, but, it fell, it fell, it fell.
Step and change and heel to toe-
You’re forcing things that never go.
Six and one and five to three-
I’m to good for you.
Is that what’s left of me?-
A bitter wash of false memories.

And, the missing and the kissing
Couples that you hate, late night on a slow train.
And, then leaning and the reeling
Of your love as it takes all the time in the world
To mend, and turn away-- not today.

And, all at once it’s gone, and all at once it’s lost,
And, all together we knew the end was near.
Track Name: Bidwell
Sun and the moon-
You got some things you didn’t choose.
Moon and stars-
But, you’re moving cool in your fancy car,
With the windows down to gas station,
Just to turn around,
To a parking lot, your peers are there,
Your speakers fill with sound.

Fabricated in a little house in a little down.
You double-dated with the teacher’s pet and her college clown.
Your sneakers clean, your face is mean,
You’re really popular,
You beat some kid, you built a bomb,
But, only you got hurt.

See, the blues,
They drive you home.
Yes, the blues they drive you.

I don’t need anything from you.
I don’t need anything from you.
I don’t need anything from you.
I don’t need a thing.

Underneath, you know the wolf is roaming there.
He shows his teeth, every time you start to care
About a friend, about a foe, about your family,
He’s got your throat, he pulls you in,
It’s only you and me.

See, the blues,
They drive you home.
Yes the blues they drive you.

I don’t need anything from you.
I don’t need anything from you.
I don’t need anything from you.
I don’t need a thing.

Sun and the moon,
You got some things you didn’t choose.
Moon and stars,
But, you’re moving cool in your fancy car.

And, the blues,
They drive you home.
Yes, the blues.
Track Name: Virginians
Isn’t it love, when you walk to the edge,
And, your voice echoes out, and, you know what is said?
Isn’t that love?
You’re hearing the truth, and, you’ve figured it out,
And, your body is strong, and, the memories dropped out of it.
Isn’t that love?

But, I need you to tell me cuz I really don’t don’t know everything.
I need you to tell me cuz I really don’t know everything.

Isn’t it love, when the calendar cries
For the moments dissolved in the night’s empty skies-
Asleep.
Isn’t that love?
You’re running a race, throw those trophies in piles,
Let the dust dress them up,
Cuz I’m crossing the lines with you.
Isn’t that love?

But, I need you to show me cuz I really don’t know everyone.
I need you to show me cuz I really don’t know everyone.

People and places and faces gone out-
When you’re looking around for the famous-est crowds,
I’m turning around, cuz that just won’t do it for me.
My lover, my miner, my major-est victor,
I’m sifting time’s sand for time-spending with you,
I’m peeling away the purposes you’ll never see.
And, frequently margins are falsities built
On the top of the roof of excuse’s dark house
That you’re dragging along while it’s skipping away from you.
And, grabbing it slowly really won’t count-
When you know what you want, you’ve got to dive out for it,
Pulling it in is the only way that it can be.

The desert is dry and the space spacing-out,
But, you feel the withins and withouts, with time.
Isn’t that love?
The peaches all rot and the crooner’s head’s low,
But, the folk-est designs the clearest windows for you.
Isn’t that love?

But, I need you to help me cuz I really don’t know where I’ve gone.
I need you to help me cuz I really don’t know where I’ve gone.