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The Body Electric

by Brenna Lowrie

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1.
Placencia 03:33
2.
Do The Jesus 02:43
Here we are again From islands hands extend You're not the kind of friend To count on or defend You had too much to drink A wrong longing, on the brink You fuck up, but still, we're linked You're much dearer than you think My first time shot was my first time kissed Still sometimes wish the bullet had missed Castles crumble, but sometimes they stand tall Madly dancing, we float and we fall
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Modern Era 03:54
John, I can't commit now When nothing seems to fit now It's a ride in the open; Better shield your eyes from the grit, now I see you on the street Can't concede defeat 'Cause I know you're loving Every single one you meet, yeah And dancing's not the same Since the shadow came along It's black, oh I'm feeling much too tame, like a smothered flame That's too dim to rouse us into story or into song And there's too much to choose And how much do we lose Beneath the guide of winners It's such a sorry ruse Now we don't talk as much We've got coloured screens and such But if you watch I'm begging For a simple human touch In a different year We might not have this fear surround us And we shake, oh Things that seemed so dear looked at through a mirror Might be creations, might not be the things that will astound us Stay in the line We got to do this right Stay in the line, It's got to come out right And now we're trapped in the snow Armed with a broken bow Or we imagine, thinking we're The only ones to know Keep the masses quiet A medication diet Oh god, today I'm too disillusioned To revolt or riot I know you feel it too The things that we don't do surprise us And we're lost, oh We hid away what's true, shunned what we both knew We'd better resurrect it before something vital dies in us
6.
Ends of Days 04:30
The sweet relief With which we mark the ends of days in the city If only brief, we escape In so many forms and ways One gets you high One only seems to bring you down, it's a pity Sometimes we lie; it's a shame To be living underground We're cirrus clouds High in the sky we melt away in a mist Can't live in crowds; it gets chilly We prefer a private tryst In shaded bowers Listlessly lapping up the night through the leaves That neon hour, it gets silly Now there's nothing to achieve I heard of a man on a mountain And he was filled with light He was filled with light I read of a woman in a village And she survived on light She survived on light I knew of a girl in a valley And she brought forth the light She brought forth the light I looked in a clear pool of water And it reflected light It reflected light What's left here now? Only the bones and the remains of the lot It don't matter how—feels wasted, All the secrets long forgot Still, something stays Feels like a brighter second skin and a crown Those washed up days, they're not pasted They can gently be put down
7.
Split 02:39
Split And for a long while Remember that the fuse has been lit You got good style, So walk tall and humour me And be a dead man, baby, Come on, come on And be a dead man, baby, Come on, come on It's little wonder It's plain to see It's distant thunder It follows me There, I'm superstitious You smile now but you might find it's too fair To be vicious (You know now what I might do) And that's a black eye, baby, Come on, come on And that's a black eye, baby, Come on, come on It's little wonder It goes to show It's seeping under— I know you know
8.
Grey ghost, a voice in my head I can't sleep with you crowding the bed You know I feel half-dead But don't think I want you instead It's too cold for summertime Got bored, committed a crime I'm dumb but I'm not blind I'm too old for some of your lines It's not me Can't be the right kind of woman for you Can't say as you've stolen my heart— I don't usually play that part Could say you've been outsmarted I veer left and avoid the dart I take men and I leave 'em at will It just depends when I've had my fill You'll do, you'll fit the bill; I don't have much spirit to kill It's on me Could be the right kind of woman for you
9.
Old Montreal 03:13
We've pretended, It's all upended As we descended We made amends for nothing at all Yes, I'll free you Tried to be you Died to please you Then couldn't rise to cushion your fall I'd call you dearest, Draw you nearest But the fear lets Me give it up for nothing at all Make me say it; Help me pray it Disarrayed bits I hear but I don't answer your call I long to leave you where you are Walking down shaded boulevards Where wounds won't leave such stubborn scars No, it's not me—I'm not your guiding star I've left my mark The road gets dark I'll disembark I'm sad and stark and facing the wall All these wrongs Don't make me strong, no It seems so long since I haven't had this burden to haul I'd like to see you standing tall I'd like to see you make a breach of protocol Honey, don't make yourself so small Besides, we'll always have Old Montreal
10.
Sorry Still 04:38
11.
Get Better 02:50
When we were young We felt so beautiful and wise and fun And when we were new We felt it would all be easier for us to do Oh, did we make it? Is it as bad as you think? You give it all and you get back nothing You bail as fast as you sink And it's worse than you think You give it all and you get back nothing A man's driven to drink Why can't we try to be better? Why do these ties seem like fetters? When we were two We felt we would only speak words so right, so true And when we were fresh There was just nothing to repress Oh, did you fake it? Is it as bad as you think? You give it all and you get back nothing You're peering over the brink And it's worse than you think You give it all and you get back nothing A man's driven to drink Why should we die such regretters? Why can't we try to be better?

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Brenna Lowrie: acoustic and classical guitar, keys, vox, drums on tracks 2 and 5, harp, sundry percussion
Kris Hodgson: Cello
Paul Holden: Bass on track 10
Nathan Lowrie: Electric guitar on tracks 5, 7, and 8
Jesse Northey: Electric guitar on track 3, bass on tracks 5, 7, and 8
Clayton Smith: Drums on tracks 3, 7, 8, and 10
Tyler Stewart: Bass on track 7

Recorded and mixed by Jesse Northey at Esper Records
Produced by Brenna Lowrie and Jesse Northey

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released July 2, 2012

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Multi-instrumentalist / singer-songwriter / producer of sad / psychedelic songs

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