A Place Where Flowers Grow

by The Ocean Floor

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Xochimilco, a lake just south of Mexico City, is the last frontier for wild axolotls and a place where floating gardens have driven commerce for generations. This singular scene is the setting for the piece of music that closes this mini album. Other lyrical touchstones include Jim Henson's final moments on earth, sibling rivalry, moments of forgotten extraordinary reality and jealousy of others' spiritual experiences. "A Place Where Flowers Grow" was created pretty much by myself in an unhurried state. Set against a backdrop of analog sequences, bubbling arpeggiators, drum machines, acoustic percussion, and layers of classic hardware synths; these songs are meant to blur the line between pleasurable escapism and emotional urgency. I hope they take you somewhere that makes you think and feel about here and now.

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released April 28, 2015

Written, recorded, performed and mixed by Lane Barrington.
Vocals recorded by Cameron Spies.
Mastered by Carl Saff.
Photography by Robin Bogert.

Instruments used: DSI Tempest, Sequential Circuits Sixtrak, Wurlitzer 200, Roland Juno-6, Arp Omni, Minimoog, Micromoog, Ensoniq ESQ-1, Omnichord, various drums and percussion.

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Track Name: The Suspension
So I slipped, strings sewn through my shoes
Hoisted up, a cartwheel divided by two
When I lived, I took it seriously
So bless you for laughing at me

And I asked for the attention I received
And you clapped for the strings that lifted me

Like a cat, I landed on my feet
Clammy skin and white as a sheet

And I asked for the suspenson I received
I hope that I've done what, unremembered, I don't believe
Track Name: The Door That Has No Lock
Aging is an odyssey of the minor keys
Unrelenting, in good company
With tree caught kites and lunar seas

The ground is shaking
The silt is breaking
Beneath your tennis shoes

Do you only want to float away?

Your lawn brings you to your knees
Close enough to see
A skinny sapling in the shade of trees
It looks so thirsty

Do you only want to float away?

I want to let it go, uncork the rivers flow
But when I think of who
Is swimming lazily, who I love endlessly
Part of the love I knew
I know I'd rather be inside your company
There at the hardest knock
No river feels like me
My love will always be
The door that has no lock
Track Name: The Letter You Wrote
Standing up is so very hard to do
when you know how I know you
One thing that I know
Is when it's time to go, go, go
But that's one thing that I can't do

Looked over my shoulder
Thought that I'd see you
But you grew
Won't be a moth in your coat
A hole in your boat
Looked over my shoulder
Thought that I'd see you
But you flew
Won't be a frog in your throat
I'll be the letter you wrote

Growing up was so very hard on you
Things in your heart made your eyes blue
You sang your songs just standing in my shoes
But there'll be suits that won't suit you

Looked over my shoulder
Thought that I'd see you
But you grew
Won't be a moth in your coat
A hole in your boat
Looked over my shoulder
Thought that I'd see you
But you flew
Won't be a frog in your throat, now
I'll be the letter you wrote

Standing up was so very hard to do
With my top bunk two feet above you
So many nights you would kick until I knew
Our ceiling stars wouldn't glow for you
But if you come back unlike anything I've ever known
I won't call you names
I know what happens when you're left alone
You're making up the tune and all the while
Still learning how it's told
Your heart of hearts is whistling a tune of
Everything is growing old
But if you come back sounding unlike anything I've ever known
I won't call you names
I know what happens when you swim with birds
You're making up the tune and all the while
Still learning how it's told
Your heart of hearts is whistling a tune of
Everything is growing old

Looking for a pen pal
Thought it could be you, who knew?
Won't be your barnacled skin, no
I'll be your bare-knuckled friend
Track Name: The Canopy Clock
Every cell showed up an hour late for the meeting
And every park opened an hour late for the feeling
The point was made to a newborn brain cogitating
On a glass of juice and the time that it spent concentrating
The plaster's frame of the boldest dream looked like snowdrops
And the quietest skis built on bended knees felt like flip-flops
The plucking plonk of a heartfelt honk put the kids to bed at sea
The tea leaves, taut and tense, made a mockery of sense,
Never found their words to mince

When I am one, a spark in the sun, dodging murdering sands - I plan
When I am two, I'll live to love you hold two feet in my hands - I stand
When I am grown, I'll shape the unknown knowing all that I can - I can
What I am for, two feet on the floor, petals stretched like a fan, suntanned

The fledgeling fern made a dangerous turn to the sunrise
The moonrat ran with an architect's plan under noon skies
The half time tock of the canopy clock spins a web of secrecy that none can see
The folding fan of the permanent plan is a place to be the things you cannot be

When I am one, a spark in the sun, dodging murdering sands - I plan
When I am two, I'll live to love you hold two feet in my hands - I stand
When I am grown, I'll shape the unknown knowing all that I can - I can
What I am for, two feet on the floor, petals stretched like a fan, suntanned
Track Name: The Lake Where Flowers Grow Pt. 2
Axolotl:
"The lake where flowers grow, I know
There's nowhere else that I can go
If swimming isn't it, then two is three
A great god once came here to hide,
The "Adam" of my mother's side
And so my brothers look so much like me.

But there's a place my dreams can see
I swear that it's a memory
A floating garden, patchwork paradise
Where the water meets the air
There could have been a garden there
don't understand it but the thought's so nice."

Farmers, your visions and your plans are learning how to stand
So far away from land
Canals connect
Float fruit directly to your hungry outstretched hands

Petals, don't be afraid to fall
You're feathers, all in all
The slowest cannonball
The water's wet
Dive in, I bet, the lake of the moon sings all that you draw

Chinampa:
"But there's a future in my dreams
Under my seeds, below sun beams
A salamander with no need for lungs
Although we live in the same lake,
Time can give and time can take
We're never the same distance from the sun."