Range of Light

April 1, 2014

Description

Range of Light incorporates elements of his previous work, but also amplifies Carey’s percussive proclivities, and is altogether more developed than its predecessors, with more input on the performance and even composition side from the band of musicians and best friends he assembled originally to bring All We Grow to life in the live setting. “There were times during recording sessions when there were three percussionists, all with different styles and fortes, playing at once, adding different textures."

From the flurry of violins over a circular rhythm in ‘Crown The Pines’ and the beautiful cries of ‘Alpenglow’, to the pensive depths of songs like ‘Fire-scene’ and ‘The Dome’, Range of Light is a still life of an artist in this particular stage of his life; a stage that has been met with the highest of peaks and the lowest of depths all within the range each of us treads through.

Tracks

Glass/Film

Counting the hours, come where I lay

Slipped through a little hole in the film

Silent hills, patchwork fields, fall bitter lines

Oh my darling dear


Sleep to see what it looks like

I never meant to do no harm

In the glass, see your face,

I know this place, I called the case

I was made for this

I was tamed by this

Creaking

Oh the lightning falls on dad’s house

We were swimming when the monsoons hit

Creaking

Creaking

There are things here I could not see before

All my memories found between the boards

Creaking

Creaking

Crown the Pines

I am in love with this place

But I fear for its grace

Shoot the sky

Opens up like the sea

And the resinous high

Bloodlines and divines

Will my kids see the trees?

Will the glen fall on me?


Down here we’re careless and we’re primal

Where I learned to be a light at dusk

Down here we’re careless and we’re primal

Where I learned to be a light at dusk


Crown the pines

I worship the sound

Mother cliffs

Adorn it, the ground

Spread the sand, my father’s land


(Dedicated to Dad and Dubs)

Fire-Scene

The city’s fire

Trapped behind the earth

Digging in your deepest dirt


The reddest hue

Reminds you of you

Clinging love and falling true


On and On

All I want is honesty


Tree has snapped

Sparks are flying everywhere

Cables burnt and lines flare


And when the all in all

Comes falling down

It was just an accident

Something you can’t help


On and On

All I want is honesty

Radiant

You were radiant

And I’m ready

For to bring a flower in


The sun was up

And the frost was gone

And in that dew-drop dress a fawn

And the spots were on

But I’m calm this run

Emerging one sun-swept dawn


There’s a rise ahead

And I’m ready

For to bring a flower on the bed

Alpenglow

I’ve been waiting on the proper time

I was hoping that you’d take my line

Make it pure and make it still

You will, you will, you will

All mine


You were saying when you know you know

We were walking in the year’s first snow

Hushed white in Alpenglow

We lay, we lay, we lay

All day


I was wondering if you’d be my wife

Be the compass in my rugged life

Calm this quaking leaf until

You will, you will, you will

All mine


I was hoping you would walk with me

Down the Aisles of Light gallery

Leave a child with legacy

We lay, we lay, we lay

All day


And when she came

I grabbed her head

And dipped her in the lake

And seldom seen, a side of me

Beneath my feet the earthen shake

I can’t calm down

I’m flooding in spring

And swelling from the sound

And I am driftwood found

Fleeting Light

Golden hills

You live below

That bridge is everlasting

Bold and bright

You blazed the night

That trail is never fading

Not without the fleeting light


Range of Light

Adorned in white

In fields, first dawn is yawning

Not without that fleeting light


The future

Unfolding

The fall light

Instilling

Hot granite

Climbed Half Dome

The tan lines

In sun-chrome

And westward

Found tea pool

And beach walks

With Tiny

The steeple

The belfry

Surpassing

The old scenes

Come chanting

The chorus

And cliff side

We’ll shore up

Small winged

The big trees

Wawona

You miss me

The future

Unfolding

The fall light

Instilling

Hot granite

Climbed Half Dome

The tan lines

In sun-chrome


(Dedicated to Shannon and Gabe)

The Dome

Root the road, my feet are sure

Come, I know where we can go

Calm the move, the mystery

Terraced red, found-sound history

Stay, I will be gone be for days

Ocean blue and elbow-waves

Steep, unfold, unbending path

Trust my gut, the beauty-bath

Still, I fall too close

Be where I say, “I’m yours”

The back and forth

All unknown is where I’m going

Neverending Fountain

I know my heart better than you may think

It swells but keeps on the bank of a May creek

And when we see it All

And the exit sign


We build our scrape past the moors on Cliff-Keep

The bottom line: out of stone I will seep

We look up: Neverending Fountain

My wings are pure and forever sounding

The sky, my hub, and harken: crowning

Where basins boom and my heart is bounding


And when we see it All

And the exit sign

Where cool creeks collide

Of the true and the tried

I will be home, hawk-eyed


Searching, patient

Searching, patient

Searching, patient

Searching, patient


All We Grow

August 24, 2010

Description

The debut album from S. Carey, All We Grow, is the result of a young lifetime immersed in music. As a band member of Bon Iver, Sean Carey witnessed a flip of his formal training to step firmly into a worldwide-touring rock band. His performance degree in classical percussion and his love for jazz drumming prepared him for a central role in the inspiring force of the Bon Iver live show.

Tracks

Move

Dream of a vacant pier

Move all your maps to here

If I could run my fingers through your hair

If you could run along the shore and air

I would...

Keep all my mornings clear

Move all your bees to here

If I could run my fingers through your hair

If you could run along the shore and air

I would...

Move

We Fell

The consonance of drone

And love sounds its own

Your arms wrapped around home

All the in-betweens

Lay so blue beside me

We fell

More than skin and bones

No we're not alone

We fell

Like stones

Between

In The Dirt

Don't leave cause I believe

We were meant to sleep

In the dirt


If you doubt that I'll be there

Don't despair

Don't you dare


Don't leave cause I believe

We were meant to sleep

In the dirt

Rothko Fields
Mothers

Their feet are cracked

As they break their back

In the sun-heat

It's all, yes, it's all

For your pennies

Their kids can't go to school

In the morning

Because narcotics grow better than books


And my only hope

Is for their mothers and their daughters

To be loved


Only New York can make it right

If they want to

The consensus is rather apathy

My soul, my soul cries for them

In the morning

Because I'm guilty just the same


But eye to eye

I haven't been

But my cries are swelling

Cause they have faces

They have faces


And my only hope

Is for their mothers and their daughters

To be loved

Action
In The Stream

I was folded by ferns

You could return, the earth

All to her

Open mouth

Look up and out

Fall my failures

To the ground

I know

I know

I know

All them

I am wind in the pines

I am a line

You can't define

When the dawn breaks

In my love-lock landscapes

I know

I know

I know

All them

Be in my vision

My gardener

I'll be an architect

On window steam

I'll be in the stream

Be in that canyon

That corridor

I'll be an architect

On window steam

I'll be in the stream

All We Grow

Full year

The iris

Red wood

All we grow

I will be honest

I tow

What I know

Broken

Stones on weathered shores

You were the one

I will always be there

You wrap your loving arms

Around my doubt

I am tired of that

This won't get broken


Home on our front porch

All broken down

I will always be there

Rest your weary head

Dismiss your doubt

I will always be there

This won't get broken


Album photos by Cameron Wittig