Becoming A Tree

by Nate Humphreys

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A living room show for nobody recorded in Jan. 2016 by Colin Miller.
All songs written by Nate Humphreys except Byzantium (6), which is an interpretation of the poem by William Butler Yeats. The original text is used. These songs come out of a veritable storm of writing which has been building up since 2010. They were all written between then and last week.

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released January 26, 2016

Cover art by Nate Humphreys

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Nate Humphreys Asheville, North Carolina

Nate Humphreys grew up in the mountains of Western North Carolina singing and playing in the wilderness. Currently residing in Asheville, you may be able to find him behind the wheel of a local taxi, or riding a little too fast down nearby mountain bike trails. ... more

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Track Name: Waiting
Stay up 'til the witching hour
Release your body to a greater power
The wind carries new meaning
Who is it really, who's thinking, or dreaming?
As you lie awake and contemplate your doom
I'll be waiting for you

Abandon yourself to the sun's rage
Make your way slowly through the morning haze
Maya is gently tearing
And a murder is standing, and staring
Shield your eyes from what you know to be true
I'll be waiting for you

Prepare the circle for a sacrifice
Feel yourself dissolve into the night
The trees approvingly breathing
Who is it really, who's speaking, or screaming
As you lie awake and contemplate your doom
I'll be waiting for you
Track Name: Becoming A Tree
There's a house on a hill
At the foot of a mountain
On the edge of an ocean
I wish I could cross

There's a path toward the kill
And it flows like a fountain
An indelible motion
The constant of loss

Love will make you a slave
When it turns into hate
When you're counting the days
When it's always too late
If I've learned from the trees
They have told me to breath
When my skin becomes bark
I hope you bring the spark
With holy flashes
Count my circles, and scatter the ashes

There's a car in the driveway
Of a house in a town too far away
In the desert, where I my heart was taken
Out of my chest and placed
In your safekeeping

Keep it safe for me babe, sorry I couldn't stay
But the trees and the forest were calling, I had to obey
And I'll love you forever and always, be not mistaken
I'll look into your eyes again
Someday when we're both sleeping
Track Name: Dark Fire
Another on the cutting board
And another just being ignored
There's a clove of garlic on the kitchen floor
And the beasts howl

All is impossible, all is pure
All the world isn't good enough for your
Sense of what it means to be alive
And the howl dies

From time to time your voice gets chewed up
By all the tethers we have used up
The open space enclosed by a question mark
The world goes dark

Contemplating from a mountaintop
The whole continuum it seems to stop
And gently circle deep within your eyes
There there's fire
Dark Fire

Somewhere along the way
Entangled up in this
We have missed a great sight

Somewhere deep in the mist
Of the eastern divide
We will lay until the end of time
Track Name: Vulnerable
I've found that cigarettes are a repressed wish for death
When I started smoking again with the little breath I had left
When I realized that I was dark matter in your mind's eye
My own still blinded by the brightness of your night sky

Your smile's full of knives
And I'm no longer alive in your soul
Once beautifully unified with mine
But someday everything will die and will always die alone
I'll always remember the time when you called me your own

The fire in the hearth has bled it's last dying breath
Do you think it burned too long with the last ember it had left?
Well it burned through my chest and turned to dust in my throat
Soaked up all of my lifeblood and consumed all my hope

When your smile's full of knives
And I'm no longer alive in your soul
Once beautifully unified with mine
But someday everything will die and will always die alone
I'll always remember the time when your home was my home

There's fire in your eyes and mine have crumbled to ash
Under the weight of the questions I just don't know how to ask
The darkness has revealed your angelic tendencies
So from our fury and complexities we can rest in peace and be free

Your smile's full of knives
And I'm no longer alive in your soul
Once beautifully unified with mine
But someday everything will die and will always die alone
I'll always remember the time when you called me your own

Forever and always
For you
Vulnerable and true
Track Name: Without Me
Let me keep looking
Into your eyes
Let me speak softly
One more time to you

Don't go home
Without me

Mud and wonder
Everyone of these leaves
Has fallen for you
Winter will be here soon

Don't go home
Without me

As the cold creeps into your bones
Through your skin
Think of me when you shiver
As I do when I think of you

Don't go home
Without me
Track Name: Byzantium (Yeats)
The unpurged images of day recede;
The Emperor's drunken soldiery are abed;
Night resonance recedes, night-walkers' song
After great cathedral gong;
A starlit or a moonlit dome disdains
All that man is,
All mere complexities,
The fury and the mire of human veins.

Before me floats an image, man or shade,
Shade more than man, more image than a shade;
For Hades' bobbin bound in mummy-cloth
May unwind the winding path;
A mouth that has no moisture and no breath
Breathless mouths may summon;
I hail the superhuman;
I call it death-in-life and life-in-death.
(William Butler Yeats)
Miracle, bird or golden handiwork,
More miracle than bird or handiwork,
Planted on the starlit golden bough,
Can like the cocks of Hades crow,
Or, by the moon embittered, scorn aloud
In glory of changeless metal
Common bird or petal
And all complexities of mire or blood.

At midnight on the Emperor's pavement flit
Flames that no faggot feeds, nor steel has lit,
Nor storm disturbs, flames begotten of flame,
Where blood-begotten spirits come
And all complexities of fury leave,
Dying into a dance,
An agony of trance,
An agony of flame that cannot singe a sleeve.

Astraddle on the dolphin's mire and blood,
Spirit after spirit! The smithies break the flood,
The golden smithies of the Emperor!
Marbles of the dancing floor
Break bitter furies of complexity,
Those images that yet
Fresh images beget,
That dolphin-torn, that gong-tormented sea.