Cocoon

by Emma Gatrill

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1.
04:07
I’m cold and I’m tired my roots are planted thin Find me my darling, take me to him I’ll paw and I’ll claw and I’ll scratch at the door Until you let me in. My boat I have anchored, perched on swollen seas, My darling I’ve found him I will stay with thee If ever I sway into utter dismay You lift me up For I long for your arms wrapped around me I long for your touch skin on my skin Skin on my, skin on my skin I’ll knit you a sweater to keep you warm in winter nights That, tell of our stories, about our lives The threads I will weave with love right through the sleeves And I will let you in The roads you do travel take you far and wide, With your sweater wrapped round you in your pocket I do hide If ever you stray too far from your way I will lift you up For I long for your arms wrapped around me I long for your touch skin on my skin Skin on my, skin on my skin.
2.
04:29
ROBIN You migrate north to find your mate But for some the sound of love has changed The tall city buildings echo your song Confuse your ears as to whether a response was sung Too long spent in such a loud environment Little robin why do you sing at night? Have you been tricked by the city streetlights? Or have you chosen so you don’t have to fight For to sing at night you put up less of a fight Too long spent in such a loud environment Has altered the pitch of your song Will your country cousin recognize your call? Will your children sing an entirely new song? Oh Nature she tries to strike a balance But we don’t help to keep your love and you together Too long spent in such a loud environment Has altered the pitch of your song Your range has narrowed Your pitch it has risen.
3.
04:35
How I wait, how I wonder what the earth will bring For tonight in the moonlight I long for to see Break, break me from the branch that I cling to For the tree is rotten, it’s rotten to its core My tears slowly salten the floor How I stayed, how I lingered till the dawn shared the sky How you treat me with indifference is a pleasure I despise Take, take me to the wild waters Where she’ll rage and she’ll roar, she’ll drag me under once more As I give to the sea what is rightfully thee.
4.
04:50
If I do not write, I cannot think My head and heart separated by ink And ink is poison to my blood It slows my pulse to a heavy thud I cannot speak if I cannot think So much outside so little within I’m fragile as a glass Teetering the expanse below vast Brandished by my own labels Categorised by my own system of worth Like the vases on the table We are the odd ones out Don’t judge a book by its cover Its façade is simple, simple to see But by twenty pages in You’ll find the story is not what it first seemed. Brandished by my own labels Categorised by my own system of worth Like the vases on the table We are the odd ones out
5.
05:35
You need some space Trust me its no disgrace Let the bell toll, let time flow For it will show that all you need is space It feels long Just try to be strong Let the bell toll, let time flow For it will show that all is well All is good Let the winds blow Let the rains fall Let the sunshine in Let yourself feel it all Feel it all Breathe it all For dawn will break A new day lies in wait All is good All is well Let the winds blow Let the rains fall Let the sunshine in Let yourself feel it all
6.
03:14
Tie me wind me, up into a ball My threads are dangling, they trip me make me fall Sometimes I unravel Take my hand and I’ll follow Shake me, cake me, do with me what you will For now I’m safely tucked up into a ball I’m cocooned by your silk I’m cocooned in the warmth of your silk For I do believe in the beauty that we seek Patiently I’ll wait out the winter storms Till the skies are brighter, the weather nice and warm Then I’ll rise up, break from the threads that I have adorned For the morning brings new stories that I haven’t yet explored Sometimes I unravel Take my hand and I’ll follow For I do believe in the beauty that we seek
7.
03:34
How I wanted, how I wanted to say How I feel, how I feel when I’m afraid. But the air doesn’t fill my lungs and I cannot speak All I have goes right to my eyes I can’t help but weep. You are the best thing that happened to me You are the one that I long to see YOU…
8.
05:21
He was a husband, a lover, a King no one knew what lay within him He went out to me his wife’s sister an escort for her safety Through the days that they spent in the carriage he bent For he twisted and writhed for her body and mind Arriving in Thrace he was utterly blind but to desire Into the wood they did drive till trees surrounded all sides all was silent Then they ground to a halt, he grabbed her arm dragged her out And he forced her inside has his way whilst she cried Philomela was her name Though she screamed in pain, Though she screamed in vain. Her innocence defiled no shame left she shouted at the heavens That she would tell all the people she saw that he was the devil His power so mighty and strong, no one would know he’d done wrong So he cut out her tongue, left her helpless and dumb. Philomela was her name Though she couldn’t say Though she couldn’t say Her story she wove of threads and sent to her sister Who with rage sought revenge on her king for he was but a pillager So she killed their own son, red rage let this be done And he willingly ate his own son from his plate The king his eyes were ablaze his rage turned into fury When he discovered that his own son now lay in his tummy Oh the sisters they fled for he wanted them dead And the king he pursued till the God’s changed their end And they flew up high Flew far from what lay behind Two birds in the sky A swallow, a nightingale And she’ll sing her name She’ll sing it again Philomela A nightingale.
9.
03:29
Thou shalt not grow old as we are left to grow old Age shall not weary you nor the years condemn At the going down of the sun And in the mornings we shall remember them Eliza Harora until the day dawns and the shadows fled Sweet is the fragrance of remembrance Rock of ages, cleft for me Let me hide myself in thee Loved in life and treasured in death A beautiful memory is all that we have left Oh for a touch of that vanished hand And a sound of that voice which is silenced now Eliza Harora until the day dawns and the shadow fled Sweet is the fragrance of remembrance Rock of ages, cleft for me Let me hide my self in thee
10.
07:15
Cast out into the murky waters Coldness lingers upon my breath It forms the mists that keep me far from rest Drawn out, drawn out days submerge Into a haze, the ring of the bell lies dormant Afraid to sing its song I am waiting for the answers I am waiting for them A flicker of hope lifts me off the ground Spins through my soul, turns my feet around I care not for this or the distance to all that it brings Can’t say, how I feel today For I am holding in all of winter’s snows And it’s not time for them to fall Now and then I’ll fall But broken bones will mend, scars are stories shared I will not give in till the end I’m still waiting for the answers I’m still waiting for them A flicker of hope lifts me off the ground Spins through my soul, turns my feet around I care not for this or the distance to all that it brings But it’s the way that I feel.

about

Emma Gatrill is a multi-instrumentalist based in Brighton, UK. Her debut, 2012’s Chapter I, was a poignant collection of songs based around her then-latest acquisition – the harp. Subtly accompanied by various members of Brighton’s Willkommen Collective, her intricate harp playing coupled with a unique vocal fragility drew comparisons to Björk and Joni Mitchell as well as her friends and co-conspirators Rachael Dadd and Rozi Plain.

By the time the album came out, she’d already played clarinet in Laura Marling’s band on Glastonbury’s Pyramid stage, made up part of Broken Social Scene’s horn section on a run of UK dates and toured all over Europe as part of Sons Of Noel And Adrian. Since then she’s been touring and collaborating with kindred spirit Kristin McClement and as a member of Matthew & The Atlas.

In amongst it all, Gatrill somehow found time to develop her own live show beyond the simplicity of Chapter I; augmenting her harp and vocal with ambient analogue synths and drum machines using foot controllers, as well as introducing accompanying guitar atmospherics from label-mate Marcus Hamblett.

Five years and hundreds of live shows with dozens of different bands later, her larger-scale live ambitions fed back into the writing and recording process for Gatrill’s forthcoming second album, Cocoon.

The album showcases a huge leap forward in scope and imagination. The harp, tender vocal and unique take on classic songwriting are still at the core of Gatrill’s sound, but the arrangements draw from a much wider and often darker sonic palette – from orchestral strings to monosynths, drum machines to tap shoes and Casio keyboards to vibraphones.

Gatrill’s circle of influences has widened too – on Cocoon Emma draws from the joyful experimentation of Juana Molina and the intelligent pop and texturally rich arrangements of Julia Holter and My Brightest Diamond.

While the songs are more honed and focused, the lyrical content is broader. Philomela explores Greek mythology to the backdrop of tumultuous strings and thunderous drums and Robin tackles climate change set to chamber pop orchestration; while universal concerns of loss, isolation, hope and togetherness tie the album together.

The album was mixed by Dan Cox whose work for the likes of Laura Marling, Thurston Moore and Florence and the Machine lead to him being named Breakthrough Engineer Of The Year at the Music Producer’s Guild awards.

credits

released March 17, 2017

Emma Gatrill - harp, vocals, clarinet, bass clarinet, synthesizers, vibraphone, percussion, omnichord, guitar on track 7, bass on track 1
Marcus Hamblett - guitars, bass, flugelhorn, tenor horn, cornet, synthesizers, percussion
Hannah Miller - cello, backing vocals on track 8
Kate Young - violin on tracks 2, 4, 5, 6, 8, 9 and 10
Martha Rose - violin on tracks 7 and 8
Thomas Heather - drums on track 8
Catherine Cardin - backing vocals on tracks 1, 6 and 10
Ruth Skipper - backing vocals on tracks 1, 2 and 6
Patrick Lawrence - backing vocals on track 2

Recorded by Marcus Hamblett
Additional recording by Emma Gatrill
Mixed by Dan Cox at Urchin Studios, London
CD mastered by Denis Blackham at Skye Mastering
Vinyl mastered by Noel Summerville
Photography by Sequoia Ziff
Design by Ryuto Miyake

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