Putnam & Bedford from Pendulum by Telephone House
The debut EP, Pendulum, contains three stories each with a different take on how we all deal with the balance between wanting love and actually discovering it. Drifting from delusion to clear-eyed reflection to an encounter with the divine, these songs are both deeply autobiographical and still revel in opaque metaphor.
Tracklist
| 3. | Putnam & Bedford | 2:29 |
Lyrics
A patchwork of feeling
a passing gaze
I'm finding I'm stealing
every next moment
pass me the bottle
pass me the smoke
pass me a semblance
of passing as human
Who matters
who slaughters
who looks at the rope
sees a way in
a dangle of hope
I once held a scissor
up to my throat
I once felt a fissure
carrying bags
On my way home I felt the divine
creeping up the curb
on my way home I met with my god
on Putnam & Bedford
I used think I was satisfied
I walked like a heathen
thirsty and deprived
now I sit with a coffee
bundled up in a sweater
my hands don't work like they used to
better that they don't
so at least when I'm clinging
I know it'll get loose
and I'll be left alone with nothing to do
Alone with my thoughts and what they won't do
cause those in the end will haunt you
until the don't
Credits
Tarun Krishnan (songwriting, vocals, guitar)
Dan Bowman (trumpet, vocals)
Ben Fisher (accordion)
Aaron Stanfield (drums)
Produced by Scott Byrne
License
All rights reserved.
Formed in the middle of the Coronavirus Pandemic, with songs composed mostly on phones, Telephone House reflects the introspective and lonely nature of our uncertain era. They have a penchant for sweeping strings and brass that seamlessly trade off with vocals, blending elements of Classical, Jazz, and Folk with hooky pop sensibilities.