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Same Old Hunters

by Claire Tucker

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1.
August 04:31
Aphids bled from the willow Wading, washing my garments Yellow lace in the water Oh go to Hell with your paradise I know full well I was meant for these times Oh for the love of Christ Darlene Shut the damn door Sweet scent of plums half fermented Rough wine, stains on the blanket Young love, healthy and certain Death lives only at distance Oh go to Hell with your paradise I know full well I was meant for these times Oh for the love of Christ Darlene Shut the damn door Old buck splayed on a mud lap Apron shot up with marsh grass August, buzzing with deerflies Closer into the true light Oh go to Hell with your paradise I know full well I was meant for these times Oh for the love of Christ Darlene Shut the damn door They’re not coming home from the war
2.
I was gonna write you a letter Cause you like old-fashioned shit But you know by now I never got around to it Now I answer the door with a knife in my hand Same old hunters come to call again And it shouldn’t really shock me by now but it’s electric You said the truth is never in the middle It’s always one extreme But even tigers make milk There could be another side to me I thought the rocks were horses But I did see horses too It was a moment of weakness I never should have cut loose But don’t you see the sparkling desert Can’t you sort of hear it too Don’t you feel the diamond in the way I’m riding you You said the truth is never in the middle It’s always one extreme But even tigers make milk There could be another side to me And I’ll try not to cut so close And I’ll try not to cut so quick And I’ll try to let you catch your breath between my dagger twists A portrait of a legend No one will ever exceed Cause we worship the dead and don’t let the living breathe But hey, bring the dead man over Press his fingers to the strings And he can conjure up the fire of love much better than me You said the truth is never in the middle It’s always one extreme But even tigers make milk There could be another side And I guess what I feel most of all is sorry for myself And I’ll never let you catch your breath I’ll never let you catch your breath I’ll never let you catch your breath I’ll never let you catch your breath And I’ll try not to cut so close And I’ll try not to cut so quick And I’ll try, oh how I’ll try To let you in, to let you in
3.
Mary of Rain 04:08
Your sweater is a mesh of the faces of wolves It’s possible I looked too long Like the road disappears when you’ve driven all day In an oil slick haze, a mirage of regret-free Love and hate in the misinformation age Mary of rain Mary of rain I’m a slow learner baby I bloom too late Then you pull back my curtains And a dagger of daylight Rends my red-eyed reverie And I don’t know why you’d ever wait for me Well I certainly never could stay tame for long Mary of rain Mary of rain Always the birthday girl All her ribbons in curls What rewards to those Who wait We were all raised by wolves Our clean clothes hung to dry Out on lines in the sun But the rain always comes and Washes them cleaner Than wolves could have done anyway Mary I’ll drive all day Mary of rain
4.
Stood thigh deep in the floodwater Boxes of things from my teenage years Tickets and tapes Drawings I’d made I lost everything I had not thought to elevate I had to make do with the new and less lovingly made I caught a runaway dog in my arms She was kind and wild and warm Like a foreign radio signal ringing true And we do what we hate to do We do what we hate to do Slowly brutalized over time Only trying to tranquilize Sing silver lines And make numbers rhyme I missed so much while I waited to trust myself I had to make do with the mirror that shrinks and swells I caught a runaway dog in my arms She was kind and wild and warm Like a foreign radio signal Ringing true I had to make peace with the friends I don’t need And the truth I don’t trust And the dead I don’t grieve And the blood I don’t bleed And the books I don’t read And the lovers I don’t like much But I still let in I caught a runaway dog in my arms She was kind and wild and warm Like a foreign radio signal Ringing true I had to make peace with the friends I don’t need And the truth I don’t trust And the dead I don’t grieve And the blood I don’t bleed And the books I don’t read And the lovers I don’t like much But I still let in And I don’t even question it I don’t even question it

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“Tickets and Tapes, the first single from Claire Tucker's debut EP, is a lovely and wistful melody that shimmers with woozy guitar and delicate piano." - Andrew Boe, Three Imaginary Girls

"Tucker is a talented chameleon. Her band Loose Wing made a worthy, ’80s-R.E.M.-ish album last year, and she also guitars for louder shoegazers Black Nite Crash. But in reserving these four songs for a solo EP, she’s got a third, distinctive tact: lovely chamber folk... it’s the spareness of shimmery beds like Mary of Rain, and Tucker’s embedding her siren vocals into them, that lends Same Old Hunters a dreamlike state. Such ghostly warmth and gentle beauty show she’s aced this genre, too." - Jack Rabid, The Big Takeover

"There is a lot of reference for Claire Tucker’s work — Joni to Rickie pop folk, intimate chamber music, softly sung and intricately produced – but Tucker’s best quality, to stack onto all that, is one of defiance and acerbic wit." - American Standard Time

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released October 23, 2020

Co-produced by Claire Tucker and Colin J. Nelson at Her Car studio, Seattle. Mastered by Ed Brooks at Resonant Mastering.

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Singer-songwriter from Seattle. Loose Wing bandleader.

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