This Murder Is a Peaceful Gathering

by Levi Fuller

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released March 7, 2006

Produced & mixed by Brian Deck
Mastered by Jeff Stuart Saltzman

Levi Fuller: Guitar, vocals, bass guitar, lap steel, banjo, beats, toy piano, thumb piano, tube, saw
Brian Deck: Drums, percussion, noises, garbage
Gavin Gregory: Piano, organ, electric piano, accordion, Moog
Randall Henry: Upright bass
Gillian Lisée: Vocals

Engineer: Balthazar De Ley
Assistant Engineer: Doug James

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Track Name: As the Crow Flies
As the crow flies, so I will come to you.
Track Name: Bread
Where do you think you’re going carrying around that giant piece of bread? Didn’t anybody ever tell you not to eat anything bigger than your head? You’d better watch out. I see that squirrel. He’s got his eye on you. I know that you can fly, but maybe not so well with that hunk of bread in your beak.
Now you’ve done it, you lost it. What were you thinking? Now you’ve done it, you lost it. And now you’ve got nothing.
Track Name: The Crows Are Getting Smarter
The crows are getting smarter. I hear they’re using tools. They cannot be trusted. They’ll show us all for the fools we are. I caught one looking at me just the other day. I asked him for a reason; he didn’t have a thing to say. The crows are getting smarter. They’re recruiting allies. If they unite with dolphins, then they’ll control the sea and the skies. The crows are still evolving. Choose your sides now. The crows are getting smarter. Listen well; mark my words. Our children’s children’s children will learn, but it will be too late to stop these birds.
Track Name: Crow Lady
It’s just like Pavlov; they surround me several times a day. Instead of a bell I have a Chevy. They can hear me coming from miles away. Some people might complain, but they don’t understand. They don’t know how smart these fuckers are. I can’t just say good bye. Once I lost my car keys, and they retrieved them from a storm drain. I gave them extra food that day. You call me crow lady, but you don’t understand. You don’t know how smart these fuckers are. I can’t just say good bye. They have chosen me to love.
Track Name: Crow Meeting
Have you seen the way most of these people look at us? They think just because they scrape our shit off of their windshields, that means they know us, but they don’t know shit. When’s our next meeting at the top of the cedar? You guys keep lookout. I’ll fly in later. Just because we get drunk on the grapes they never pick, they think we’re funny; they think we’re entertaining. Our day will come. We will wreak vengeance from the skies. It’s not funny; we’ll fuck you up.
Track Name: Eyeballs
And someday soon, as you lie on the ground, and the crows swoop down and pluck out your eyeballs, you will remember what I said to you.
Track Name: Migratory Habits (Or the Lack Thereof)
Have you looked up at the sky lately? Nothing but planes, clouds and crows for miles around. Most of the birds left us alone months ago. They might come back in the spring with the sun. Crows stay in town all year ’round; they keep us company. They fly by night, they fly by day, but they don’t go far. They’re just like us: they know their home, and they want to stay. Crows don’t give up in the winter like the other birds. I don’t know what they live on, maybe trash and sticks and dirt, that’s all there is when it’s cold.
Track Name: Canary : Coalmine :: Crow : _______
Black feathered mass falls out of a tree, narrowly missing my foot. A fool could see this isn’t right; I even read an article. If those are canaries, then where’s the coalmine? It’s easy to blame the mosquitoes. We’ll kill them all for being there. Or pin it on standing water. That’s where they breed. Dump out the water. If those are canaries, then where’s the coalmine? If those crows are canaries, we’re living in the coalmine. Let’s spray the city. Keep us all safe. Protect the elderly, protect the babies.
Track Name: This Murder Won't Hurt You
This murder won’t hurt you. This murder is a peaceful gathering. It’s not the same; I don’t know where you got that name. Does a gathering of blackness make you think of killing? Do these collected feathers really frighten you so?