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California Burning

by Zoob

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1.
You set me back a month dear as cleanly as you could with California burning my heart is in the woods If you think that all the waiting has done me any good well California's burning my heart is in the woods What else can I say? I think about you every day What else can I do? I'm still in love with you I'll leave you to the city and your struggles with the law when California's fine dear it might be time to call What else can I say? I think about you every day What else can I do? I'm still in love with you What else can I say? What else can I do? I'm still in love with you
2.
I'm just a boy wearing my father's clothes sitting in the backseat picking my nose kicking out the rhythm of the divots in the road just a shitty little kid in his father's old clothes I'm just a boy wearing my father's shirt so when did all these punks start calling me sir slouching in the crisp white kitchen getting stoned and picking at the fibers of my father's old clothes I'm just a boy wearing my father's watch waiting for the call to say the other shoes dropped 46 years since till the pulpit and the rose marking of the hours in my father's old clothes just a little bit just a little bit just to look a little like your daddy did just a little bit just a hint of it just a hint of it don't look down you nearly got the hang of it I'm just a boy wearing my father's name and isn't it a tragedy and isn't it a shame all the old houses with all the good bones and nothing in the closet but their father's old clothes I'm just a boy wearing my father's clothes
3.
Shepherd 06:05
Of all the arguments to make and all the consequence I've been sleeping in on Sundays and waking up with carols in my head If every eye was to the sky and every voice you heard was god then even here nestled in a down blanket don't I have don't I have the gospel on my tongue? Oh, doubt is a craven thing black as a ravens wing but let me taste the earth while I'm alive you can bury me with ashes on my eyes It's true there's comfort in the law it loves you like the the shepherd loves the lamb but understand here among the waiting, and the four horsemen I am working with the spirit in my hand I am working with the spirit in my hand Oh, doubt is a garnish thing blue as a buntings wing but let me dress in silk while I'm alive you can bury in my sackcloth when I die If every eye was to the sky and every voice you heard was god then even here out among the wild rushes don't I have don't I have the gospel on my tongue?
4.
I had three cigarettes last night sitting in the smokers lounge, waiting on my connecting flight you may be far but you're never far from my mind do you think about me ever? John says it gets a little easier not holding out hope for the rest of the year though doing dishes to the static on the radio who's gonna want me when I'm this alone? And I think songs about love are songs about death I never lost a lover I didn't try to bargain with and it's strange how the space has the shape of your face and I'm still putting flowers in your favorite vase I'm still putting flowers in your favorite vase I have these dreams where you're running to meet me I have these dreams where you can't meet my eye I can live with the fever, I can power through fall but I can't get the best of denial And i believe songs about love are songs about hope songs about innocence, songs about smoke and it might take to the new year to find a measure of grace but I'm still putting flowers in your favorite vase I'm still putting flowers in your favorite vase
5.
I am reborn a child I am a downed power line running wild I am a heart on a stick I am frenzied and calm I'm the full Rashomon I am stuck still but I am not sick Here I am making a room for a love after all of this rage please pardon the mess while I renovate I am too small a belt I am at the end of myself I am making my therapist rich I am stepping on rakes I'm allergic to heartbreak It is making my writing hand itch Here I am building a wall for my heart with a heavier gate please pardon the mess while I renovate pardon the mess while I renovate You can measure the bruise on my chest by the length of the day I am watching it fade now from purple to gainsboro gray If you think that it's taking too long honey give me a date I am stitching and sawing, teething an clawing, pushing my men through the rain I am fixing a broken an ancient vessel I'm sorry I can't do it all to a schedule I am the king of the insincere the rumor that's dogged you all year yeah, I'm disappointed in me too Ah but I am an architects son with a sledge hammer and a glue gun and I am all out of glue So I am turning my love into far more enticing a cage please pardon the mess while I renovate pardon the mess while I renovate
6.
Sparrowhawk 05:07
Don’t you feel alone sometimes? Don’t you feel like dying? Don’t you feel most comfortable in the dark Waiting on the sparrowhawk To let the light in? And I believe in a holy spirit I keep myself clean to receive it I believe there’s a ghost in my bed And it lives where I live And it knows It knows... Don’t you feel your lying to yourself When you deny that you’re on fire? We are not a Tuesday morning crowd We are only what we say we are out loud We are liars And I believe that nothing is a sin I believe the work has yet to begin And I am dreaming of the light in your eyes The crescent smile The night The knife... Dress your nest in fallen feathers Truss it up in wax and leather Press your weary hands together Kiss her ashes to the sky And I believe in the arc and the line The sparrow knows The hawk divines And I am dreaming of a home in the sky A beating heart A cry And I believe in a holy spirit I keep myself clear to be near it So I am leaving for the night If that’s alright
7.
Standing Waters Him: There are rumors underneath your heavy eyes And a whisper in the quiver of your smile I could have sworn I caught you singing songs to keep your spirits high And a better man than me would ask you why Her: You told me all I ever owed you was the truth But it’s getting harder to remember when I wasn’t somehow hurting you Cause you don’t really wanna do this, You just wanna call me ruthless And the truth is, I don’t wanna feel this anymore than you do Them: So this is a conversation for another time There’s your mercy There’s a chance for you to breathe Leave a heart out in the heat These still waters still run deep But you don’t know what standing waters breed You don’t know what standing waters breed Her: You can blame me for the things you should have known But I won’t drown with you cause you can’t swim alone And I don’t want waste my day on the things you’re too afraid to say Him: I can feel this getting closer to the bone Them: So this is a conversation for another time I’m not your father And I’m not yours put the rest of it to sleep These still waters still run deep But you don’t know what standing waters breed You don’t know what standing waters breed You don’t know You don’t know You don’t know You don’t know Him: You don’t know what standing waters breed Her: And you don't know how hard it is to leave
8.
Heart Music 03:12
9.
Rosalina 04:22
Was Jesus from the line of Cain? That all his children cursed his name the world will make a mark of fame and a cross for all the dreamers Tell me, what are you doing in a place like this? Your henna hair, your miners wrists a bow of lace around your fist and a name like Rosalina Cause I think this town is a sinner waiting to be scorned I think this town is a shrine at which to mourn and If I can't see a muscle twitch I am calling it for the mud and shit let others ask the sum of it, I won't stick around for cleanup Rosalina Rosalina While other thieves would dust their eyes I'd dream of all I'd leave behind and its not as though the hours were mind but I am certain I was cheated Cause I think this town is a shadow of the land that we were promised I think this town is a lie, if I'm being honest and if I can't breath and you can't breathe then problem here is in the air, not me my legs will give and my palms will bleed but I know what I need now Cause if I don't leave then you can't grieve and I promised you a fantasy If I let this town get the best of me, then bury me Rosalina Rosalina Rosalina
10.
Perhaps it is the color of the sun cut flat An’ cov’rin’ the crossroads I’m standing at Or maybe it’s the weather or something like that But mama, you been on my mind I don’t mean you any trouble, please don’t put me down or get upset I am not pleadin’ or sayin’, “I can’t forget” I do not walk the floor bowed down an’ bent, but yet Mama, you been on my mind I am not askin’ you for words like “yes” or “no” Please understand me, I got no place I am calling you to go I’m just whispering to myself, so I can't pretend like I don’t know Mama, you been on my mind Even though my mind is hazy an’ my thoughts they might be narrow Where you been don’t bother me or bring me down in sorrow I don't even mind who you'll be waking with tomorrow But mama, you've been on my mind When you wake up in the mornin’, baby, look inside your mirror You know I won’t be next to you, you know I won’t be near you I’d just be curious to know if you can see yourself as clearly As someone who has had you on his mind
11.
It's the art of cruelty to leave you naked, to leave you beckoning the lover that doesn't speak but draws the blade across your cheek It's the end It's only the beginning Of the rhyme the double memory The certainty, as surely as you can't believe the knot the complicity how quiet the crowd how sturdy the tree It's the end it's only beginning it's the end Of the word, like the bottom of a boat falling in dancing It's the end it's only beginning it's the end It's the end it's only beginning it's the end

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released July 30, 2021

Vocals, Guitar, Synth, Percussion, Piano, Bass: Zoob
Add't Percussion: Jake Hanner
Bass (Tracks 3, 5, 7, 11): Jason Rafalak
Drums (Tracks 3, 7, 11): Marc Martinka
Drums (Track 2): Dave Hidek
Piano (Tracks 7, 9, 11): Max Somerville
Organ (Track 4): Skip Sanders
Vox (Track 3): Morgan Erina
Vox (Track 6): Guy Russo
Vox (Track 7): Kayla Schureman
Backing Vox (Tracks 6, 11): Addi Twigg, Kiki Brown, Rosanna Spindler
Mandolin (Track 8): Bryce Rabideau
Harmonica (Track 10): Marc Reisman
String Arr (Tracks 1, 6, 9): Alex Weston
String Arr (Track 2): Dave Busch
Violin: Cara Garofalo
Violin: Patrick Forsythe
Viola: Alex Hettinga
Cello: Cecilia Caughman
Pedal Steel: Read Connolly

Songs by Zoob unless otherwise stated
Cover image by Karl Mullen with design and text by John Michnya
Recorded and Produced by Zoob and Jake Hanner
Mastered by Dave Gardner at Infrasonic Sound

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Singer-Songwriter/Guitarist from NYC, living in Pittsburgh PA

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