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Burrow is the debut full length album from Max García Conover. Recorded in Max’s attic studio during winter in Maine, these songs are about digging in, or trying to, through the work that we do and the art that we make.

Burrow was mixed, mastered, and co-produced by Pete Morse (Red Vault Recording). Pete also wrote and recorded the electric guitars. The album is being released through Clip Records, a Portland-based independent label. The artwork is by painter Meghan Howland.

A portion of sales goes to Evergreen Health Services (formerly known as AIDS Community Services), a nonprofit working to provide medical services and support to marginalized populations. More information on what they do at evergreenhs.org.

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released 02 April 2013

All songs written and recorded by Max García Conover
Produced by Max García Conover and Pete Morse (Red Vault Recording)
Mixed & Mastered by Pete Morse
Electric guitars written and recorded by Pete Morse
Additional vocals by Sophie Nelson (New Beast)
Artwork by Meghan Howland
Clip Records

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Track Name: Evergreen Cemetery
Wheat fields, softly in the night, you were never going to be that way. Chasing it, dead grass sticking to your face. In Evergreen, stopping in the mud there are bodies under here you’d say, that wanted things. It’s just a story would you tell it anyway.

I knew you so well, did you know.

There was a leaf rain coming that would stop between the sky and ground. And running though, you could drink it just by opening your mouth. But before, you couldn’t stand the sadness or the thirst of an overcast. And even worse, when it was good you knew it always came back.

I knew you so well, did you know.
Track Name: The Glow #4
Two kinds of glow shine on a wet hide over me, her and me. But there she goes grabbing from her tiptoes and staggering, staggering.

I know it now: my chest will be full, my hands will go fast, the light will recede, the light comes back.

I thought I’d speak, I thought I’d climb the whitewall shouting I believe, I believe. But to crawl is to move, the hide is an animal at most suddenly, suddenly.

I know it now: my chest will be full, my hands will go fast, the light will recede, the light comes back.

I saw them cry their leaves to the cold and surrender into white old skin. I know I’ll find, I know I’ll find a way to the glow again.

Two kinds of glow, light and the shine oh have come down to me, over me. But there she goes, grabbing from her tiptoes and staggering, staggering.

I know it now: my chest will be full, my hands will go fast, the light will recede, the light comes back.
Track Name: To Belong to the Willing
Blizzard came upon this house wood halls within white falls without and sits like a pillow on a drum. His words are few as people pass he speaks of bird high wire acts and stares into their eyes until they’re gone. And fossil trees let sound the geese a thousand miles from what they need too slow to south too hungry now to leave. Calling out to be allowed underneath the gathered clouds nevermore to seek and nevermore recede, nevermore to seek and nevermore recede.

He sighs when a white sky calls him sun, his voice gotten so thin. Ponds in December never fed no one, but on frozen reeds he stands, to belong to the willing.

And there his boy who hides from winter except to gather sticks to send her for months he is as seldom as the rain. He sees his dad atop the reeds breathing slow and balancing where he thought only spider webs remain. So towards he turns and through he moves, he said look to the left of you and kissed her cheek and took off through the yard. Like in the man atop the reeds a yellow light begins to blink and suddenly he sees there’s so much dark, suddenly he sees there’s so much dark.

He sighs when a white sky calls him sun, his voice gotten so thin. Ponds in December never fed no one, but on frozen reeds he stands, to belong to the willing.
Track Name: Burrow
Let her dress take the wind, curl her lips and her pages, the dogwoods let go their leaves, never gonna go back never gonna be free. Below the rows of words, she digs her toes into the dirt, and each partition of earthworm, sees the sadness in her work.

Call it a burrow, a way home.

The poet Keats about to die, says I swear I’ve more to do. Unmade poems spit and wind, never gonna get out never gonna have time. The margins held him from the scream, held his heart and rhymes between, and take her now, the digger’s words are all he is and teem for her.

Call it a burrow, a way home.

I was more when I left here more when I left here. Never came back home. I’ve been digging holes. I keep digging holes.

Call it a burrow, a way home.
Track Name: For Blackwater Woods
I seek the storm where frost hits the high reeds me leaping from shore. I sing for the sweat and if my knees can carry moon shine for me yet. I seek the storm you need shelter me not I don’t aspire to warmth. We rise up she said see me sound in the half-light this wide-open chest.

She said we die bareheart, hollow, and dry. She wrote that we go in midair. We get old. We use all that is there.

I seek the storm kings may cast me to carry but I got poems in my arms. I’d follow you but your words are just ink and your backbone just glue. I seek the storm see me sound in the half-light these wide-open chords. She asked can you stand it once the snow fell as big and important as planets.

She said we die bareheart, hollow, and dry. She wrote that we go in midair. We get old. We use all that is there.
Track Name: And the tide was way out.
Where can you go you spit your stones the dogs will bark you’ll be alone. The sandpipers when tides are low pump pump their hearts where can you go. She got sick her jaw hung low and still put lipstick on her lips. And through her moans her carajos she’d hold you tight her love was thick.

She said to be a kind man, to want for nothing if not for grace, you’ve got to see the dying, you’ve got to feel your fingers shake, as you wait.

Where can you go your liver’s broke it turns your gut and curls your toes. And when you’re warm and when you’re cold it clogs your heart where can you go. And if you hide when you can find a hollow tree that’s tall and wide, while you scratch and as you sigh the willows nap your days go by.

She said to be a kind man, to want for nothing if not for grace, you’ve got to see the dying, you’ve got to feel your fingers shake, as you wait.
Track Name: New Beast
I was a new beast quick and teeming, a shadow on the swaying trees. Gave what I had to her heart she left me a small and staggering. Sought sound in their hollows and faults in their burrows, you’re all high and heaven toward. But I was a new beast teeming through and I ran and I ran to the war.

Holler the chimneys lit great desks kerosenes of moons and of papers full. And recall the running the boy who lived daydreams a towering new animal. If I’ve only been loud just a word hurling child I regret it, that is nothing I’m for. But I was a new beast teeming through and I ran and I ran to the war.

She said you could talk of nothing, and have thoughts without aim or import. And I think that a beast be a good thing, but I don’t know what you’re for.

I was a new beast, quick and teeming, laughing at the sagging trees. Gave what I had to her heart she left me scraping the dirt from my knees. I sought sounds in their hollows and faults in their burrows we’re all high and heaven toward. But I was a new beast teeming through and I ran and I ran to the war.
Track Name: Hide
See I hide in my way. Never came home from the treeglow like water the willows will hold. And on good earth ride and will not open palms and will not advertise. So see I hide in my way. Though I climb toward the wood thrush I quarrel with too much. Maybe scores that they sung maybe moving my blood was just luck.

But all that you wrote was a nothing poem, just a breaking of bottles for wine. We’ll hide.

See I hide in my way. And I shy from the windows sew collars to my clothes. And outside becomes an idea, save the mountains for weekends the soil to feed you. And see I hide in my way. But I think I could beat this I could hold it and heave it, pinning steps up on trees for each fiction you read and believe in.

But all that you wrote was a nothing poem just a breaking of bottles for wine. We’ll hide.
Track Name: The Wedding Line
Sitting in the wide old weeds, chamber of a church is a skylight stream and if it was the memory burning then the fire was weak.

All us in the wedding line, cry my father’s mother in her cataract eyes, she said she was a saltwater woman and the rain only made her more dry.

Roses kept the hillside red, bowing to the wind fell trees let in, and I don’t mean to say I’ve done nothing but hey I’ve done less than I can.

But I’ll come back when the highway’s a fallen and drawn on the old concrete are the bones of a hand with the words I could be, with the words I could be.

And I’ll come back when the weeds are a steeple, we are all of us now shouting out loud when you rob this house, when you rob this house.

Take a table waiting for the rain, tell her how the record was a kid that ran away and how your fingertips got thin and you quit cause they bled and they ached.

All us in the wedding line, she’s back laughing and passing out wine and everybody calls her a poet but they say it and they’re rolling their eyes.

We were hoping she would get right, find him by the creek set it down apologize, but there were the wolves at the window and they took her in the middle of the night.

Now something takes the shine from your speech, cousin I could live for more than cutting down trees and I don’t mean to say it’s for money but hey it’s the money I need.

But I’ll come back when the highway’s a fallen and drawn on the old concrete are the bones of a hand with the words I could be, with the words I could be.

And I’ll come back when the weeds are a steeple, we are all of us now shouting out loud when you rob this house, when you rob this house.