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Make Out, Not War

by Infinity Girls

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1.
the topography of my memory of when we met is shaped like clouds that will be shaped by wind i walk and i move through woods and dreams with timeless friends shaped like clouds lit from within we take doors off of things and move them around we take pictures of things and move them around welcome back welcome home welcome falling welcome stones candles already lit, emerging from the sea cataloging echoes on the frozen lake we’re in the same spots on this continent while other mountains erode away away away intrusive igneous batholiths we extemporize stars light up our eyes (and we pluralize) an angel walking in starlight in the woods at night infinite wilderness and when i’m lucky enough to walk and talk in gardens like that it’s effortless i don’t have to try to remember everything i love you and of course i remember everything
2.
every time you open your mouth, foxes dart out every time i close my eyes, foxes rush in lava, honey, dew these windows are always open these petals are always open, too turn off the century play it back, adding broad and fine brushstrokes building momentum, not memorials singing songs not corporeal french girls on the hill howling wind on the radio me and sis on our bikes and so much time driving to chicago to see paris street; rainy day staying up till dawn to touch knees under blankets lying on my back on top of a lake baby pictures of thunderstorms and all the people i adore and miss the softest breasts and fullest shadows endless hours tracing the surface of the moon along your back tympanum: glacial and ecstatic our time is the holocene and our home is right now sparks and paint fly as our wheel spins sparks and paint fly as our evening ends, begins it’s okay to stop and note this feeling but we have to remember: the only way to get back here is to travel somewhere new
3.
the spirit of the beehive is not one of industry or repetition it’s a moving and electrical stained-glass window ultraviolet and polarized lamenting unknown redness where vision comes through on a sliding scale forested forever for you connective trajectory a point of bursting light moving from branch to branch to cradling arms canopy wagging hips and waving wings above and below oh, such a pretty picture such a cascade of greenness a fixture in my dreaming lands press shoe after shoe on carefully-placed stones on moss or stairways or soft april earth because you’re my favorite windy-haired and gracious face and limbs and vocal inflections at play with and in motion through endless days that frame you so violetness, you’re a photograph wherever you go one more song one more time across endless, separate skies living winter and autumn (and those other seasons) on the largest, roundest possible scale stretch a neck to see the curve tap a toe to keep time one more song whiteness of a pierced cloud a never-falling angel a heart as strong as the wind from the heart of the land stretching forever north from here touch the whiteness of a pierced cloud stain the panes of any sunset you like and tell me a story in addition to the sunset it’s warm here within your glance we’re somewhere somewhere summer hot funny little forever i want to hold your hand contemplate your wingspan fall through your best clouds and land in the land where you live every path that you and i ever walked is a winding, humming strand of light all that’s maintaining the shape and altitude of the terrain spreading out from all of our first steps outside have you noticed how the light changes with each crossing of the threshold? stay inside of any sunset you like rosy and lavender alchemical and well-hydrated plurale tantum, count the stars we’re somewhere somewhere somewhere else uncountable somewhere somewhere else so scared of running out of breaths and rain and rain and rain that time (which is not profound and must not be respected) rears up (roars up, tears up) unexpected, and ruins our good time and what innocence we had was lost to this interjection this realization that wind and heat and heat and heat and this feeling cannot be contained, preserved or persuaded but i’ll keep coming and singing and going and going and going and and and incandescing for as long as this one lasts for as long as incandescing lasts as long as incandescing incandescing
4.
electric guitar electric viola electric labyrinth electricity seeking currently reading currently walking currently daydreaming always composing the next letter where will we meet? to access the horizon? and touch the center? where on this map are you? wild is the wind wild is the land out there under stars in her windy ways stir clouds with fingers bend trees with snow paint eyes with eyes and aster flowers windy here for weeks electric river, currents, seabed receiving correspondence from the literal wild west the compass pointing to our words is hanging from the moon
5.
in this moment and for many moments to come i'm yours if you want me this will eventually change if you don't but i don't plan on changing it if you do you make me nervous and happy when you smile at me it's easy: i'm all yours. i will write better and better songs and i want us to be close when i do and i want you here with me because i want you speak slow and say the word or just grab my hand and i'll speak soft right next to your ear: ooooh YES, it felt just like this that time that tumbling time that i knew absolutely and i felt it that timeless other time when summer, a thriving cathedral came rushing, came stumbling in windy is the color of my true love’s hair ineluctable cherry-stained floor in the shadows beneath us in the hush of the place where our hands meet in these bright and flickering nights whether the wind kisses, blesses or lashes indifferent our branches our limbs and our courses jump and run parallel to the round, moving earth and your steps land lovely on a horizon made tangible by night enveloped by night and when you are near me i feel electricity i want to experience your electrical activity i want to look high and look low with you (in case you didn’t know we’ll look everywhere we go) you have a direct line to the center of me and i’m happy to say it again
6.
memories lay themselves over everything over and over brush-strokes and rocking waves major chords and mynah birds inversions of words and melodies walking through houses and under trees days spent in the wake of seeing you every grin rippling forever outward every plant along the path on fire every fire right on time i dreamed i kissed you i woke up after dark and went outside and walked lushly light as a kind of liquid touching time felt as a kind of raining it’s wonderful leaves turning red in my field of vision time turning gold in memory soft gray light at all times of day hips and eyes and curves in the road find a flower in the echo of bright lights slow dissolve between distinct moments wonder, fill a dynamic sky with singing and heartbeats and babies and listen: thinking of seven plus or minus two things count beats and court, conversing the night does night-things slowly sharply-defined shadows and fuzzy foxes it's mostly intuitive it's mostly out of our hands it’s mostly you’re so pretty it’s mostly i’m in love with you it’s mostly what do you say? it’s mostly we’re very much alive
7.
walking at night, i look up and see: trees exploding in fiery bursts golden bursts brown and shaky and some still green lit from below by orange streetlights that are natural enough for me tonight and i see beyond the trees a sky running over with deep-blue ink and a nearly-full moon clouds streaming and swimming past there is an ocean of air above us and the waves are crashing against everything everything standing on a bridge i look down and see: a hundred moons maybe even a thousand moons breaking up and chasing each other on the moving surface of the water on the surface of water that's moving dancing over stones and tree roots to pass not far from where you are though you are far away tonight your eyes catch the light clouds shroud the moon a hundred moons maybe more should i count them? did you hear it? can you feel me? what's your hurry, water? i close my eyes and see: you, dancer living over stones and tree roots your face close to mine in sleep mirrored in water and starlight goodness and gracious i have never known such timelessness. i have never been so awake. i have never been so sure. (the moon will tell you my secrets.) the wind will send us swooning. the tide is high above our houses.
8.
this craft is too small to be called a ship the swans’ wings are made of honey and tissue paper songs fill the air to wed oneself to fire is not simple it’s not simple after the heat bare feet on new blacktop, weaving between trees and fields a single thread of sensation woven into a pulsing, swaying, distracted mountain of cascading sensations that spin around an unmoving center a great hall, a forest clearing filled with the cadence and inflections of sweet girls’ voices everything from every category all of the above i think --except the thread is a sunset poured and stretched into the shape and music of a river and the mountain (with its cliffs and peaks) moves into and out of existence sometimes here, sometimes there that’s how evening comes the shade that pools and jumps around at our feet sometimes here, sometimes there very often extremely happy i have arrived to begin the very serious work of taking apart a small number of roses to learn how they are built (though not how they are made) and then to start building many new roses if i am still with enough buoyancy if i dance with enough concentration the pattern will become clear and next, with limited means and material with limited means and material (wood, beeswax, kisses, relative major keys, entire galaxies, flowers picked by little girls, sawdust, green, joy, flowers picked by little boys) i will get to work (that’s why i’m here) everything bears repeating, all of this until we’re gone flowers picked by little girls, that’s why i’m here this craft is too small to be called a ship the swans’ wings are made of honey and tissue paper songs fill the air to wed oneself to fire is not simple the sky is a vault of stars my heart is a vault full of roses my mind visits again and again sensations that accumulate and culminate in love most important and most constant and still but still it passes into and out of existence sometimes here, sometimes there very often extremely happy
9.
an embarrassment of riches all those summers and Christmases and gusts of wind now, as then, a gang of runaway elephants we should try harder though symmetry eludes we should exceed some of this but where will we raise our circus tents? i don’t want our children growing up in a forest-fire or dancing on plains with insufficient wind or being bored i’m happiest on a tightrope studying the architecture inside a piano and memorizing every sacred text upon which hands and eyes can be laid in the midst of all of this, a quiet thought quietly emerges: this is not lonely work we are drunk at sea we invent things to fill the air and it doesn’t matter when we fall leaves and words cover us all we are elephants, great and small weather, with me and the spirit of the law we are lusty seas with shaky knees we invent wings to fill the air and we’ll never need or seek permission taking live wolves apart mid-stride and putting them back together on the beat mechanizing for repeat performances complex plays and arrays of light ready for the show to start are you lusty, incandescent love? what’s your latin name? where do these stairs go? are you free? now it’s time to sing so pretend to whisper in a baby’s ear every stanza, dance, kiss and dream and falling calling leaf carried away by those fast-moving clouds above the lake one more surge of wind
10.
me and josephine down by the schoolyard these are things we remember grab that river and don’t let go push the moon in a carriage ‘cross the sky make a fist make a face make a feast repeat if desired (repeat if desired) me and caroline down by the seaside smarter and smarter and pretty, too open windows and sing us songs open mouth and name the planets open eyes and grow big and grow bigger and grow hug hard and ask too many questions (you stay close-by) ah, ah (me and tilly walking through the forest) me and teddy walking to the circus walking slow with hocus and pocus where night meets day we’re gonna play bring you cookies and bring you books cross summer with winter call big sister honey and take lots of pictures of my little sister dancing with you on her hip (i’m glad you’re all here it’s so good you’re all here)
11.
how can something so important be present and absent at the same time? and how will we keep track of everything we need to remember for such a long time? i sing along with your laughing eyes and your deep breath and so much ti-i-i-i-ime there are moments every year that come around and feel like this feel like this feel like this feel like there are moments every day that ring all the bells in our bodies and town good moments when i forget myself for a moment and then everything sounds so good sing, girls! from the bottoms of your bellies hear those bells those bells ringing all the way around us taste the words you form, articulate kisses sing, girls! you are fountains and lanterns, intransitive swinging in swaying in moving trees so play in the breeze drink in light between night and day oh, bell bottoms and bottoms of bells bliss these kisses important and feelings so fleeting and strong enveloped in softness like brushing past leaves in an orchard or an orchestra after it’s rained my twisted halo and your floating lightbulb an ocean of sparks tom toms rolling clouds when you move me like this move me ‘cross rooms and skies until i feel endless and make it seem so effortless there’s nothing i know of feels better than this forty-one point one five degrees north not even halfway to the top we could stretch miles and miles of canvas and always and never touch the ground around us aurora means dawn corona means crown rolling around in the sky here comes the sun, here she comes, here she comes! now time is really gonna take off all we can do is hold on for as long as we can i stayed on the beach so long i don’t remember why i was so scared so much easier to count stars and waves when my feet don’t touch the bottom lost in those clouds so long in the sky looking around step out onto the forest dancefloor let’s explore our our new continent and leisurely rain wherever we want to and i always want to
12.
see that sliver of late red light? the clouds and trees and city work tirelessly to form a prism and we watch the red-shift in real time as the land rises to block the sun and give rest to retinas and leaves o, perfect watchmakers! o, sleepy observers! record with astronomical precision the sounds and dimensions of the ceaseless surf on hallowed shores we are safe, we are nestled: between slow appalachia, bathtubs left by glaciers, cretaceous seabeds and a blanket of oxygen, nitrogen and cirrus vapor i walk well-loved paths with my sister and brother we hope for wind, snow, babies and centuries we are trees in each other’s churches someday we’ll leave footprints in volcanic ash and in interglacial snow our delicate, intricate signatures in sacred text lasting seconds or eons asserting our permanence in proper, cosmic terms

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This is the second album by Infinity Girls.

Charlie Loudin
Zach Loudin
Alex Madej
John Rollins
Gian Saja
Bailey Webster
Brendan McNally
Jeremy Dobbins
Silent Matt

Recorded, mixed, and mastered at My Other Car is the Space/Time Continuum between January, 2011 and September, 2017 in Kent, Ohio and Buffalo, New York.

All lyrics by Charlie Loudin
All music by Charlie Loudin unless otherwise noted
Cover photo by Mary Ann Winters
Additional photos by Charlie, Mary Ann Winters, Alex Madej, Aya Tariq, Zach Loudin, Gian Saja
Art direction by Charlie and Alex
Copyright 2017 Infinity Girls

Prominent topographical features: Loudin and Brunn family, Sam Paterson, Krissy Brannan, Matt Valerino, Aya and Isobel, Alan Madej, Sarah Otto, Janet and Joe Sorbara, Catti Sixx and Guitar Gary, Carrie Williams, Sam Martin, Alice Cone, Roy Williams, Jason Merlene, Rachel Hemphill, Camille George, Chris Deidrick, Michael Doty, Kevin Shue, Russ Crookston, Ashley Smith, Dominic Polito, Suzanne Holt, Gina Santora, Beth Lomske, Cary Tresser, Sarah Adkins, Theresa Hullihen, and Jon Driscoll.

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released September 29, 2017

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Infinity Girls Cleveland, Ohio

Infinity Girls are an experimental rock group formed in 2000 and headquartered more or less in Cleveland, Ohio.

(band photo: Mary Ann Winters)

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