Water Dreams

by Robin Bacior

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Water dreams are common and full of multi-faceted meaning, but in general they signify emotional change. This album is about ideas and paths not working out, and how humbling that can be to process. The instrumentation is meant to reflect various bodies of water, and the feeling of wading through your own life's current.

Ten percent of the proceeds here will be donated to Sacramento River Preservation Trust. Thank you for contributing. For more information, check out sacrivertrust.org

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released 13 January 2015

All Songs Written/Robin Bacior
All Songs Arranged/Robin Bacior/Dan Bindschedler

Robin Bacior/Piano/Guitar/Vocals
Dan Bindschedler/Cello
Rian Lewis/Bass/Percussion
Ji Tanzer/Percussion

Engineering/Jordan Leff/Secret Society
Mixing/Rian Lewis
Production/Rian Lewis/Robin Bacior/Dan Bindschedler
Mastering/Rob Dennler

Cover Photo/Corinne Krogh
Album Design/Jordan Bruner

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Robin Bacior Portland, Oregon

Born and raised in California, Bacior took great influence from California folk traditions and brought them with her to New York, where she began to collaborate with cellist Dan Bindschedler. The two started mending in more textured instrumentation, layering dynamic sounds into simple folk structures. Bacior and Bindschedler now both live in Portland, where they're working on a new album for 2015. ... more

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Track Name: Your Best Advice
You're dating younger girls now,
they make you feel like a man.
I wouldn't recognize you,
past the shape of your hands;
that grip the neck of your guitar,
and help you sing out how hopeless you are.
Way back in New York City.

I fell in love too soon,
and it turned me regretful as it can do.
Then it came through,
and it gave more than truth.
Maybe you were saving me some,
and I was saving you too.
Or it's just something nice that came along.

On our way home, late.
The streets are all sun swept.
Light seems to rise,
and illuminate the houses.
What's behind your eyes?
What's behind the door?
What are we doing this for?

We're talking to an old friend.
Three points in the kitchen.
He's saying go for younger women,
and he leaves and we forget him.
Maybe you were saving me some,
and I was saving you too.
Or it's just something nice that came along.
Track Name: River Move
Folded up in the wrong type of melody,
I'd rather say I love you.
But it's dark, descending, and sorry.

Try to take back but it slips easy like needles over grooves.
But I'm thinking only good toward you,
with the force of a river move.

When you're in far-off scenery,
I dream you outside the lines,
'til you blur into every part of me.

And when you return it's a consuming truth,
it's hardest when you feel it most to say I love you.

For now in the kitchen,
turns out I could write on you all day through.
How you're constant, and allude to me,
and if I lost you, I'd be loose, like crying strings,
like how a river moves.
Track Name: Kind Of Light
Come out to the coast,
where no one's planned much more than
watching the sun go farther and farther.
I hope you'll meet me by the path that collides
with the whale bones.
We'll say hello, go further and further.

I could swear by the way that you look,
this is your light.
Shows you off so alive.

Let's make the train,
it's the last of the morning that runs
to the bottom of Spain.
Goes farther and farther.
I hope Jill will be waiting,
some friends are that safe type of haven.
We'll say hello, go farther and farther.

I could swear by the way that you look,
this is your light.
Shows you off so alive.

I don't care too much about losing,
but I do care about losing the right kind of light.

You came in all shapes,
and you made such a beautiful colorscape.
Boundless, further.
I hope it keeps its shape,
it's so easy these days to drift away,
go farther and farther.

I could swear by the way that you look,
this is your light.
Shows you off so alive.

I don't care too much about losing,
but I do care about losing the right kind of light.
Track Name: Smoke Screen
The smoke I'm breathing in,
reminds me of the fair.
All the ground is hot,
and all my friends are there,
just wheeling over the night.

I'm out late again,
locked up with a friend.
We're drinking down the hours,
and talking over when,
things seemed a little more pretend.

I dreamed it, and I wrote it down,
oh and it came off the page and wore me out.
Now I'm staring it down.

That blonde from Brooklyn
bought a better dress.
She brightened up her teeth,
and gave the world her best.
Now she's gleaming like the southern lights.

I watched those city flowers bloom from broken seeds.
Rising up like towers,
living still like weeds.
Had me believing the city was the key.

I dreamed it, and I wrote it down,
oh and it came off the page and wore me out.
Now I'm staring it down.

The smoke I'm breathing in,
reminds me of city air.
All the building tops,
so unaware.
Just screaming like a cat power line.

I dreamed it, and I wrote it down,
oh and it came off the page and wore me out.
Now I'm staring it down.
Track Name: Water Dreams
Out late in the night,
when the moon is breaking down.
But the whole night's still believing,
it's endlessly round.
Sewing through the music.

Coming down, I don't believe you.

Sometimes, could be an hour but it feels frozen and open.
Same way, it's still when you're dreaming in the morning.
I bloom and flake,
in the outward comes an ache.
Like if I flew out the door,
and ran right to you.
It wouldn't shake the storm.

Coming down, I don't believe you.

Out late in the night,
when the moon is breaking down.
But the whole night's still believing,
it's endlessly round.
Track Name: If It Does
You're talking fast,
fueled by late night drinks.
Someone said,
you have all of the makings.
Gather up the lovers now,
and say you're sorry later.
You're just looking to be one of a kind.

Go on and wait it out,
Oh I don't care much anymore.

You're stacking tall,
too tall to reach from your toes.
You're pleading with me,
to believe you got all your ducks rowed.
Gather up the faithful now,
save miracles for later.
You're just looking to build your mind.

Go on and wait it out,
Oh I don't care much anymore.

It's delusional dreaming,
cold blooded reason,
all of it keeping me barely believing
what if, what if it does.

I'm lying still as a line,
waiting on a fish.
It's supposed to be a fair sea,
so I cast a wish.
Gather up the courage now,
save the fear for later.
I'm just looking to sing sometimes.

Go on and wait it out,
Oh I don't care much anymore.
Track Name: Missing Ships
I'm going home for a while,
to hide in the miles.
And wear my old friends out,
with my city doubts.
Let it drop like a callus,
left shriveled in the sun.
Tell me I'm older,
tell me I'll grow out of this one.

Use all my daytime to make maps to show me how,
all my ships sank, and the outcome just gave out.
But it's still the same old sea,
facing blue to me when the night comes around.

I'm staring at the skyline like an evil eye,
as if it could protect me or deny anything,
I've been sweating up the steam to ask for.
Like it sees and breathes,
just enough to tell me no.
Looking at the city,
I could mistake those buildings for baring teeth.

Use all my daytime to make maps to show me how,
all my ships sank, and the outcome just gave out.
But it's still the same old sea,
facing blue to me when the night comes around.

Lay me to bed for a while,
I'm no good at fighting the night.
But no light tends to keep me awake.
I've been told only confusion stays up late.
Set it aside,
only to find I'm dreaming on it inside.

Use all my daytime to make maps to show me how,
all my ships sank, and the outcome just gave out.
But it's still the same old sea,
facing blue to me when the night comes around.
Track Name: Headless Sheep
From below they’re just distractions from the open sky,
big white movements lost in the still of the sky.
But as I plane through them,
they’re the same kind of white as a river rushing by.
The Angry kind.
Some things are better through the eyes.
I only believe when I’m asleep,
over drinks the future glides.
But then I feel the speed of the present, it collides.
I’m so close to grabbing the arm of the stranger to my right,
just til all this ruffling subsides.
And I think of him back on ground.
How the clouds eat up the wings,
like it’ll puncture out the rain.
Like a baby with a teething ring,
trying to understand the pain.
Oh I hate planes,
but they’re the only remedy for things staying the same,
so far that i’ve found.
And I think of him back on ground.
With the blooms your face was new with the spring.
Now my love pools into late nights and early mornings.
The city was the centerpiece,
but now it’s our frame.
Oh the things that can grow under the umbrella of a name.
This left empty seat beside sings of what we’ve made.
And I am lost in the sound.
And I think of you back on ground.
Track Name: Poolside
It's just a chance after all
I'm no good at holding back.
Somewhere down the past I cried into my lap
and became a question mark,
so here we are, trying to solve our own hearts.
What a strange art.

I've sunk to the bottom,
I've gone to the shallow,
reborn in the deep.

Friends will come, upset you some,
because they're not like you knew.
Sometimes we try to love so pure and clean,
but we're growing through moods in between.

I've sunk to the bottom,
I've gone to the shallow,
reborn in the deep.

For this time, I'll give it might,
to move past the ankles.
I'll show my face,
and not throw it under,
the grace of the thankful.
What a strange pull.

I've sunk to the bottom,
I've gone to the shallow,
reborn in the deep.

It's up and over, up and over,
on the edge then you dive into the pool.
And you swim like hell, you swim like hell,
somedays you're just treading like a fool.