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Humidity Lines

by Luis Betancourt

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153 05:00
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I found you in ceremonious garbs and things and styles. That cling to all these miles. Return. Break into my mind. A cigarette's a waste of time. Broke it on the bone. Break into my room. A garden here is now in bloom. Grew it just for you. This territory's occupied by seven kinds of you. This allegory set aside and to remind me too. Of you. Forget what I said. What's incomplete is better read. Pages left for dead. Forgive what I am. A bootlegged version of a man. Staid and overfed. This ceremony sanctifies the lives that I once lived. It's fey and wry and of a kind but all that I can give. To you. We all got rearranged.
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Campos 03:23
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Don't break my concentration. I've got a war to wage. Wet towels for radiation. Animals keep this cage. Five steps from wall to door and. Five steps from door to wall. Walk turn walk 14 hours. 25 years in all. Learning to chew tobacco. Smear it upon my face. The nicotine mixed with saliva. Keeps the mosquitos away. The San Juan sun breathes like a demon. So easy to drown in the air. Far off the voice of the ocean. Washed out by howling despair. The prisoner becomes the prison. This body my universe. The laws that by which it is governed. As proven as they are inert. High as a martyr. Low as a bug. Hope you stay in touch. I hope you stay in touch.
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LFS 03:44
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Are you ever going home? You say you’re gonna stay, I say you’re done. A battle fought’s a battle won. All that low flying sky, it hits, the ground. Muffled voices in the hall. “Rome again is set to fall.” Am I to blame that I don’t care at all? All that low flying sky, it hits, the ground. (Tender taste the flesh it breaks the pulp is strained the citrus rain came. Cracked and chafed their lips relate a young’s heart’s fate to puff and weigh. Seething spoiled and left to boil while others toil in lipid soil. Shoulder chinned without within a grizzled grin a stoic lynchpin. Lines and stations iterations celebrate the death of nations.
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Sorbus 03:57
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Small talk's not my thing but it's the only thing we've got now that they live behind this window. Most ghost, this coast of touch, this need and as such, these words for silence. Behold this static is the rot in between. It's not the magic that remains to be seen. I know, I know... I know you'll breathe the air, you'll know it was there, and wonder the water. Sweet child I wondered too, for I was a son, before you were daughter. Behold there's magic in the things you let go. It's not the people but the lives that you know. I know, I know... I want to know the nature of your dreams.
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2nd Sleep 04:44
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I woke up and traced an outline of a dream. Just tried to freeze a frame of it. Kind of like the morning when she died next to me. Just trying to remember it. To try and feel some more of it. I let go, let it fade to white. Light can only keep that which the darkness cannot hide. Morning’s more the in between of what blends in and what is seen. I was drinking water through a crack in a cup. To try and get a taste for it. Figured that’s the one thing I am never giving up. Now that I’m a living man. I can do it best believe I can. Though I creep in late at night Pretending what I eat will quell my appetite. Morning gets the best of me. Full of possibility. Settle for a modest day. Cannot say I’m tired. So tired. Now I take pause in a sudden heat. Remembering the sun is red. Try and peel the shadow off the ground beneath my feet. And wrap it up around my head. Wrap it up around my head. And I think long and I think hard. I fell trees that I can’t carve. You see what you want to see and I see what’s in front of me. Settle for a modest day. Cannot say I’m tired. So tired.
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Border Pretend 04:57
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Funnel the clouds through pores in the leather. Scrub off the foam and then look in her eyes. Crackle to skin. Temple the heather. Gather a forest and wrap her in sky. I take time to remember. I take the time to cry. What is a crowd? A fortress to hide in. Or maybe the swelter of too many suns. She stands at the door. But I am the reason. We sleep on the ceiling but eat off the floor. I'm scared I will remember. I once could feel so free. I don't think it's in the movement. Rather the way it moves in me. Borders pretend but still make me nervous. A needle that threads the seams to the surface. There is always something left to love. My words filled with blood.
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Dyes 04:42
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Good, that's good. We die a little to know how we never should. Love just enough to know that some they never could. Live less to understand than to be understood. And we go on forever now. I know it's slow to kill this need to fill this nothing. With all the measured thrills and standing stills of something. Eyes held within the glow of the need to know completely. That all is if need be. Sweet analog she taught me how to stay within. Without the clutter of the man I've never been. I know it's slow to kill this need to fill this nothing. With all the measured thrills and standing stills of something. Eyes held within the glow of the need to know completely. That all is actual and tangible if need be. Reticence and painted windows. Images that brighten shadows. Learning curves that dumb the angles. Cameras catch but do not filter. Lest they're tamed by fetching fingers. Data gives but doesn't linger. Medicine to treat the distance. Felt by lack of real connection. Clouds that promise resurrection. I don't want to die I do not. Want to die I do not want to. Die I do not want to die I. Do not want to die I do not. Want to die I do not want to. Die I do not want to die.
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Mae 00:55
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Little Lungs 03:17
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I've got little hands. And no bigger plans. I've got little lungs. Breathing on their own. I was tinkering. With the man I had been. Just be what you are for awhile. This here is not a storm. Clouds die and clouds are born. I am open sky. Just above your eyes. Am I listening. To the sound that begins to swell in a room that I've known. Am I imagining. A forest maybe a tree where a tree already does grow. An island I never will know. That's less for amends than for show.
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Petrichor 04:20
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Mirrors they cause terror. Error. Breathe in. Clouds of bees for the sweet and the sting. Fauna milking fauna. Wilting. So much beauty. Wrought from the autumn it brings. The seeking of distorts you. While the majesty around you. Is quite already there. Illuminate the corners. Eliminate the borders. A circle is a square. Youth now ancient. Somehow made it. Dirt road. Pave it. Salt what is destined to die. Many ceilings. Fall revealing. Something feeling. Out looking down on inside. Sleep is never getting. When it affords you you're not ready. Time it often takes. Another lot of faders. Forever maybe laters. The flotsam in its wake. Dawn breaks free. (Put your arms round my...) Sky turns sea. (And tell me that it's...) Soon to be. (Something that which is...) Almost me. (And tell me that it's...) Soon to be. (Something that which is...) Almost me.

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Two years in the making, this album represents a new direction for me. During its inception, a child was born, my band fell apart, the Cubs won...among all those other things. What was originally to be a series of acoustic songs quickly became a much more sonically dense, lyrically abstract, and generally involved affair. This album is ideally meant to be listened to as an album, from start to finish. Maybe one day I'll press it. Its slow realization is largely due to my needing to learn new production techniques, and to my somewhat obsessive attempt to make this a "band in my head" sort of piece. Layers and layers. Of guitars. Of voices. Of weight. Of heat. Which of course, lends itself to the bleed, of ghost notes, of humidity, and of wild color, in between. For now, this is the best that I can offer, or rather, it is the particular something that I can offer. I hope it brings you some joy. Thanks for taking the time to listen.

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released April 1, 2018

All songs written, performed & recorded by Luis Betancourt.

Recorded at home in Red Hook, Brooklyn.
Cover art: "Postmen of the Wilderness" by Arthur Heming

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© 2018 Luis Betancourt. All rights reserved.

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Luis Betancourt is a songwriter living in North Hero, VT. His songs incorporate a variety of guitars (acoustic/electric, baritone, bass), electronics/programming, and vocals to create a homegrown, intimate and sometimes experimental vibe. Elements of folk, pop, psych, & rock can be heard throughout. Besides his solo project, he also regularly performs and records with AVO and the Whiskey Spitters. ... more

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