Memoirs of an Oblong Sphere

by Silver Pools

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DanielLebofsky All of Todd's musical output is fantastic and this is no exception. Favorite track: Leap Year.
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released April 22, 2016

Sarah Albu - Vocals (11)
Soren Brothers - Guitar & Synth (10)
James Finnerty - Percussion & Electronics (3) Guitar (1,6,8)
Harry Knazan - Drum Programming (6)
Sheena Ko - Vibraphone (8)
Ali Levy - Bass (3)
Mat Lobraico - Bass (2,7,9) Percussion (3)
Todd Macdonald - Vocals, Mandolin, Percussion, Drums, Drum Programming, Guitar, Piano & Keyboards.
Averil Parker - Alto Sax (11)
Nisha Platzer - Vocals & Flute (9)
Evan Tighe - Drums (2,7,8,9)
Jean-Daniel Toundra - Clarinet (11)

All songs and lyrics by Silver Pools
except 'Ice Cube in a Plastic Cup' & 'Leap Year' (lyrics by Silver Pools & Shmuel Marmorstein)

Album artwork & design by Andy Vella
Produced by Silver Pools
Recorded at Studio Fast-Forward, Montréal; Oscar Peterson Hall, Montréal; and various home studios in Montréal and Toronto.
Mixed by Todd Macdonald at home with finishing touches by Rob Heaney at Studio Fast-Forward
Mastered by Dimitri Condax

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Silver Pools is a dreampop project led by Todd Macdonald (The Winks, Norviaza, Tights) from Toronto, Canada.

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Track Name: Carbon Cadence
'Carbon Cadence'

Filtered through coral
Dogs chase, waves on their hind legs, evaporate
Translucent skin, protecting the figurehead
3 scattered pins, loosely held by the sand

It’s not real
(A faceless warning call)
Your not real
(You’ll miss me when I’m gone)

Ash and olive oil in layers
Molecules of carbon pleading their case
Superimposed white and blue stucco
Grey clouds drone

It’s not real
(is a distant star) it’s a dying star
Your not real

It’s not real
(a final curtain call)
Your not real
(I’ll miss them now their gone)

Words by Todd Macdonald
Track Name: Ice Cube in a Plastic Cup
'Ice Cube in a Plastic Cup'

There was a cascade of ash
Hanging from your cigarette
You expected to hear a crash
But falling embers just got wet

Enemies trapped inside a car
Bushes on the windowsill
The glimmer on the liquid edge
Floated like a will-o-wisp

Then the light turned into an
Ice cube in a plastic cup
It became a frozen bubble
To contemplate as we grew up
Then light turned into an
Ice cube in a plastic cup
On a table next to you
I held on as we flew up

The taste of orange in my mouth
The exit just a diagram
Forget what we once dreamed about
Windows grey on either side

See the sunset once or twice
Split the bubble into two
Press upon my eyelids
Until you cast a silhouette

Then the light turned into an
Ice cube in a plastic cup
It became a frozen bubble
To contemplate as we grew up
Then light turned into an
Ice cube in a plastic cup
On a table next to you
I held on as we flew up

Words by Shmuel Marmorstein & Todd Macdonald
Track Name: The Pulse
'The Pulse'

I’ve lived on the bank of this river for as long as I remember
Travelers come and go, debris and treasure
Little pools form, tad poles illuminate
Until a heavy rain and crumble

Constant Pulse, craving
in our hearts, in pavement

Forest green sedan floats down Lonsdale Avenue
Dynamo hum of Jean-Talon
Charcoal coat of snow, cardboard leaves
Until a heavy rain and crumble

I walk along the river, 13 clocks remember
Swimming pools. walls of pebble
Castle in a cloud. Sub-American dreams
Until a heavy rain and thunder

Words by Todd Macdonald
Track Name: Sensory Belt
'Sensory Belt'

I glance across the other seats upon the bus
and gaze off to the west
We breathe the same air;
pumped through the jets in our chests

When the tigers were in full bloom,
it kept our numbers low
I was born in a surgery ward
ate melons though the Algonquin snows

The painters dip themselves into the sensory belt
collecting symbols of stars
Its not how it looked but how it felt
we held the tree up by her arms

But dovetails are just dovetails
and we’re not doves any longer
The tigers have lulled our U-Boats
and approach our illuminated shores
Track Name: Photograph
'Photograph'

Bedroom rapped in fleece
Blue Bubbles
Sweet smell of fog
Bleeds through the roof
Clouds zooming in
Blue blankets
We’re staring at the sky
There’s no sound

Lets not take any photographs
Freeze the sky
And the zodiacs
Rip off our masks
And let the elements react

Incline of neck
Pinky on the stubble
The tap drips
Sending echos down the hall
Our tail bones have quit
No blankets
We’re laying on the floor
Listening to the sound

Lets not take any photographs
Freeze the sky
And the zodiacs
Rip off our masks
And let the elements react

As the harvest moon rolls back

Digital Hearth
Slow drunk on the lowlands

Words by Todd Macdonald
Track Name: Oblong Sphere
'Oblong Sphere'

My condolences
to you, oblong sphere
Thousands
of horses
are building
subconscious rings
around you

There’s no raccoon
to wash your hair
Portrait of a daughter
hangs over head
Doctors can’t sew
what is not there
Place a catchers mitt
upon your twisted hand

My condolences
to you, my dear
Thousands
of horses
are building
subconscious rings
around us

Words by Todd Macdonald
Track Name: Orange Achilles
'Orange Achilles'

To heal the viking song.
The clash of rolling upon, each others lines
The years that hold the rope
Sing Around Us
Dangle us by our feet
Fall between them
Orange Achilles

To heal the Viking song
The clash of rolling upon, each others lines
The years that hold the rope
Yellow Minnows
Purple Eyes
Beyond Speech
Orange Achilles

Words by Todd Macdonald
Track Name: Leap Year
‘Leap Year’

the art of doing nothing
the art of doing something you love
the art of eating, the art of sleeping
the art of waking up
the art of being proud
the act of sitting up, awake and alert

not being forgetful of anyones name
remembering everything
I will remember your name

I have too many memoirs my old friend
secrets for one another
I don’t drink to forget
I drink to remember
I’m overcome by emotionlessness
I just drink to get hungover
every state lasts a lifetime
as you surely realize

when your drunk your a drunkard
and when your angry your a menace
when your sad your a suicide
each thing to discus and analyze
I don’t drink to get drink
why doesn’t anyone realize this
I just drink to remember what its like to be drunk

Words by Shmuel Marmorstein & Todd Macdonald