Odds & Ends

by Christina Blust

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Odds & Ends is a 6-track EP featuring early versions and one-take full-band studio versions of songs from Winter Magnolia and Sudden Amaryllis.

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released February 29, 2008

Christina Blust: vocals, guitar, piano
Travis Dillon: drums, percussion, vocals
David Goodier: guitar, percussion, vocals
Eric Rasley: bass

Recorded, produced and mastered by Don Arney, Quantum Productions.

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Christina Blust Terre Haute

Singer-songwriter and player of accordion, guitar and piano. Member of Yearbook Committee (SXSW showcasing artist 2011 & 2012). Had two songs in the Emmy-award-winning documentary "Baring It All" (2011). Makes music, designs things. Likes books, paper products, yarn and typefaces. ... more

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Track Name: El Salvador
Alejandra's crying and I can't keep my own eyes dry.
Her mom plants flowers, pink impatiens.
Her friends wonder why she tries, and my soul is there.
Luís Enrique signs his drawing con mucho cariño.
Language is unnecessary with only the sky out the window
and how can I not love him?

I have no choice in the matter. I would not want a choice in the matter.
Something in me knows that I am not free 'til you are.

Have you ever stayed awake and mourned the future loss of lives,
or has your soul met another in passing
and known, right here, the pain inside?
Because I can never be holy until I acknowledge your sanctity
and there is something beyond me to which the only response
is just to breathe and live with divine urgency.

I have no choice in the matter. I would not want a choice in the matter.
Something in me knows that I am not free, not truly,
until every extant soul is relevant, 'til inward and outward exist dually,
until a lovely display of divinity is human.
Track Name: Providence
Six new residents in the cemetery.
The snow enjoys new rocks to fall upon.
I meet you laughing — you're hurdling gravestones.
Hands touch and there are no tears.

Socks climb a marble staircase. History reads quietly in empty rooms.
We run, fully grown, through hallways.
Yesterday watches you smile, and every word is providence.

A kitten, black and white, in the compost.
Vacancy in the chapel balcony.
Trees stubbornly grow in the orchard; nobody knows their names.

Gray skies whisper the psalter, saintly lives unitentional.
Providential embraces shared.
In plurality, memories fade, and every word is providence.

Providentially they recall faces from the darkness,
names, lives, relations that no one is quite sure of.
Track Name: Spilled
She, with red hair and white hazmat jumpsuit. We are spilled.
Me, with black lung and transparent safety glasses.
We will pass each other by.

He, with Coltrane and Monk and pile of blues on the table,
three-piece suits on the curb.
The weeds grow in the shade of the dismembered porch steps
where a foundation misplaced its house.

We are spilled. We spill our breathing here.

This road and I: both lovely and broken. We are spilled.
Good lord the morning sure looks good today!
Trees and sky settle on the ruins.

On the corner of Galvez and Tricou, sky is the ghost of the Mississippi.
Sky is the ghost of a river.
Track Name: Onward and Upward
Bare feet on plywood, bare feet on a roof top — I am smitten.
Breath mingle with midnight, breath sweet all around us.
We are not alone.

Onward and upward, hello sky!
I cannot imagine anything but love and light and hope drifting on a misty river.
I do believe I've missed this, oh lord.

Remind me my skin, remind me my soul: every corner the horizon.
Christened by your smiles, christened by the fog rolling, rolling.
Track Name: Winter Magnolia
Winter magnolia sleeps on Rose.
Inside, a fire is burning. Outside, the sky is turning an unnamed shade of night.
Love lives in these rooms — my mother in the kitchen, my father at the fireplace.

Winter magnolia, serene on Rose.
Far away, the stars are waking.
Right here, the dawn is breaking in endless shades of white.
Upstairs in empty bedrooms, retained within the walls, our younger voices call,
"Wake up! Wake up, love! It's snowing."
Track Name: Veni Veni
Veni veni, O Oriens. Solare nos adveniens.
Noctis depelle nebulas, dirasque noctis tenebras.

Gaude, gaude, Emanuel! Nascetur pro te, Israel!

(Traditional Gregorian)