Draw This Bitter Blood
by Sam Adams
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Tiger
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Palm Sunday
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Feels Like
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We Are Being Used
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The Mentor
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Architect
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"It might have caused some mix-ups in recent years (City Club members showing up at night clubs, etc.), but really, local singer-songwriter Sam Adams sharing a name with Portland’s mayor can only help the musician stand out from the pack. Not that Adams needs the name to distinguish himself; his ambitious avant-rock does that perfectly well. On this summer’s Draw This Bitter Blood EP, Adams uses an expansive instrumental palette and digital textures to raise what might have been standard-issue boy-meets-guitar songs to inspired, even experimental, compositions. And if the arrangements don’t set him apart, Adams’ dynamic, haunting voice (think Radiohead’s Thom Yorke) certainly will."
Jonathan Frochtzwajg (Willamette Week Vol. 38/04)
Jonathan Frochtzwajg (Willamette Week Vol. 38/04)
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released 03 August 2011
Written and Performed by Sam Adams
Recorded at the Magic Closet in Portland & Sam's house
Produced by Sebastian Rogers
Engineered by Ian Watts
Drums by Brady Swan
Backing vocals by Lisa Adams
Violin on "Architect" played by Laura Kucera
Written and Performed by Sam Adams
Recorded at the Magic Closet in Portland & Sam's house
Produced by Sebastian Rogers
Engineered by Ian Watts
Drums by Brady Swan
Backing vocals by Lisa Adams
Violin on "Architect" played by Laura Kucera
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Sam Adams has worked as a recording artist since he was in his teens, recording several solo albums himself in the manner of ... more Todd Rundgren and Phil Elvrum. He writes songs that are uncompromising yet celebrate the colorful world between absolutes. His strong vocal and unconventional harmonic sense create a distinct live chemistry, injecting his songwriting with strains of the avant-garde. less
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- Track Name: Tiger
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I'm getting up before this begins
These little games that I never win
Kiss me sweet, the reason shoots through open doors in front of me
And then at night it wants let back in
She isn't home until she's in bed
Sine qua non - no word left unsaid
Kiss me sweet, she says the stories here could pave the streets
I sighs heavy to deny her
Kiss me sweet, the teeth to draw this bitter blood from me
You'll turn into a tiger
You'll turn into a tiger
An olive branch grew from my empty head
You took a chance to chew on all that I said
Kiss me sweet, your instinct stops before you understand
And leaves the rest to fire
Kiss me sweet, and think of fifty ways to skin your man
You'll turn into a tiger
I love my lady tiger
Oh you understand enough brag
There's motion ahead of the ridge
I'm caught up in air with a circle of birds and your grin
And when you rest, I will sleep next to you
When you wake, I'll rub my eyes next to you
And when you run, I will run after you
We'll hunt for demons
Another swell
And the man outside is gone again
He was staring stepping up on every little thing
And the song was on the ropes
In the morning I was so afraid too sick to sing
And I guarded my front door with an iron pan
Then I saw the tail beyond the gate begin to swing
And the happy horror left of the man
Tiger calls to me among the demon's bloodied limbs
Tiger comes to me with boiling eyes
Tiger sings my soul can finally be born again
Tiger stalks me till my mouth is dry
Tiger grips my chest to give my breath back to the wind
And the secrets I've been keeping
She's says, "Nothing worth repeating,
Quiet while I'm eating."
What did your troubles say, little one?
What made you turn away, little one?
I leave the rest for you, little one
I saved the best for you, my little one.
Kisses sweet from lips forever stained with empathy - Track Name: Palm Sunday
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The days of flowers have taught me how
To count it all for nothing till the sun rains through the clouds
The bread of life and cup reply
And fill my heart and mind with every reason telling why.
The days of flowers have taught me how
To count it all for nothing till the sun rains through the clouds
The bread of life and cup are now
What's flowing through the sap and dew drops all around
The town is glowing green
What a winter it has been
The kids are on the rooftops with their stereo machines
Yeah we all hit the streets
Skin blazing in the heat
I know each mossy crack in sidewalks underneath my feet
I check the time, I find your name
I'll call you up on Thursday, glad to see you again.
I'll call you up on Thursday, glad to see you again. - Track Name: Feels Like
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Feels like a father's arms,
Doesn't it - Track Name: We Are Being Used
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Born into the kingdom of the lovely ones
Captive to the nation of the holy guns
What was I to do?
What was I to do?
Drag me to some far off mountain top - glory
Bind me to the alter. I am offered up!
Gloria Gloria Gloria
Who am I to isolate the mind of Christ
Given all the faces made to paint the wise?
We are being used
We are being used
Bless those histories lost from before - glory
Stripped and cursed to kill forevermore
Gloria Gloria Gloria
I suffocate
The dynasties of old will lay me down in catacombs
Under and over the strata of bones
And iron-clad silhouettes
The lovely stars still a canopy over our heads
They will circle on.
Lighting the emptiest eyes, and watching.
Close your eyes and taste the gift - the Holy Breath
Melding and colliding with the grace of death
We are not afraid
We are not afraid
Etch your great dominions in the dirt
Time itself is trampled by a single word
Gloria Gloria Gloria
Gloria Gloria - Track Name: The Mentor
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Even with no one's hand to hold you
Even in the distance between two
I grew up in that house
I'm just so glad to be someone's child
I was born under wings
Holding onto clothes that you gave to me
Hung beneath the pallor of morning
They're alright, they're by my side
Just so glad to be someone's child
He opens up the windows and watches
He opens of the colors in soft kiss
I become warm again
I'm just so glad to be someone's child
Gave to me a voice to sing
I look up to you
Summer leaves with gentle persuasion
Summer turns for one more farewell
Fall has grown to the trees
Just so glad to be someone's child
Summer slips from the leaves
I'm just so glad to be someone's child
But I am borne of everything
I look up to you - Track Name: Architect
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Your hair is tangled up again
Like you've been wrestling with the wind
Following strands, my roving hands will twist and turn
This natural art, forbidden craft I'll someday learn
It covers your eyes!
It covers your eyes!
Grace forever, grace protect
Bear our burdens on your neck
Oh Architect oh Architect
We've been fumbling in your nets
A dream borne from our separate beds
We have four arms, we have two heads
Oh Architect could you explain
Why from our wounds one blood is bled?
One blood is bled
Your shoulders seem to drag again
And all the ink's run out my pen
We'd curse the world but there is no where else to run
Cause every world I know is still lit by the sun
You can't hide the dusk
Or hide from the dawn
Grace forever, grace protect
Bear our burdens on your neck
Oh Architect oh Architect
We've been fumbling in your nets
A dream borne from our separate beds
We have four arms, we have two heads
Oh Architect could you explain
Why from our wounds one blood is bled?
One blood is bled
Between you and I, we must have cried 10,000 tears
Your hair's still a mess
And I'm still just guessing
Let's count every blessing
Grace forever, grace protect
Bear our burdens on your neck
Oh Architect oh Architect
We've been fumbling in your nets
A dream borne from our separate beds
We have four arms, we have two heads
Oh Architect could you explain
Why from our wounds one blood is bled?
One blood is bled
