Divining

by Chloë March

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Chloë March spent three years writing, recording and producing this, her second album. 'Divining' is inspired by water and features Chloë's trademark poetic lyrics and immersive, cinematic soundworlds

'Divining' journeys through immersive soundscapes of sensuous decaying Venice, nostalgic sunlit reveries, a lament for Anne Boleyn, dark seas of love and loss, tales of sadistic sculptors and melting wood nymphs. Interweaving piano, french horn, strings, marimbas and found-sounds including wind-chimes, paper and grass, this is a meticulously and lovingly-crafted album with a haunting, melancholic undertow.

'A command of the keyboard reminiscent of Kate Bush, Tori Amos or Nina Simone... Hear the three years of perfectionism' BBC Introducing

'Electronic dreampop with dashes of jazz and artsong... Ms March is a more pastoral Kate Bush. Its the kind of music that would accompany a movie version of 'Wuthering Heights' (as directed by Peter Greenaway)' The New Gay

'Wow, this is a beautiful record' Collected Sounds

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released 28 November 2008

Vocals/Keyboards/Programming: Chloë March
French Horn: Emma Bell
Mastered by Steve Kitch
All songs written, arranged and produced by Chloë March
Copyright 2008 Chloë March ©
Photography for 'The Last Venetian' and 'Written On Water' by Eleanor Bell ©
Portrait and back cover photography by Kipper
All other photography and artwork by Chloë March ©

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Evocative, poetic and atmospheric, Chloë's music creates immersive, sensual soundworlds and vignettes. With her trademark velvety alto, she has a growing reputation for bringing an engaging warmth, sensuality and luminosity to her vocal performances, most recently on collaborations with ambient artist Jumpel on the Hidden Shoal Recordings Label. Chloë is also a Composer & Producer. ... more

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Track Name: Soft Rain
Soft Rain

Come the soft rain
Come the summer birds
Come the lovers words

Watch the colours turn to green and grey
Lift my face to fearlessness and rain
Lose these choices these struggles we make
Leave the shadows
Forget the mistakes

Our love my love
Will be soft rain

Come the soft rain
Come the silver light
Come the soft rain
Come the gentle night

Here’s the rain
Here it is

Watch the colours turn to green and grey
Lift my face to fearlessness and rain
Lose these choices these struggles we make
Leave the shadows
Forget the mistakes

Our love my love
Will be soft rain


C.March © 2008
Track Name: The Last Venetian
The Last Venetian

I love the way copper goes green
I long to live in between
Ripeness and Ruin
I long to be Queen of this glittering scene
I open the window and let the water in

Ah, but it all goes by
And the glass in the light
Reflects the fight
And down falls the night

Surely this can’t be goodbye
I hear the water rise as you stroke my thigh
Surely this can’t be goodbye

I hold your hand and tremble with anger
As you watch and wait
And the city shivers
As the water curls around it like a snake
I need to be your anchor
I need to keep you safe

I love the way copper goes green
I long to live in between
Ripeness and Ruin
I long to be Queen of this glittering scene
I open the window and let the water in

Ah, but it all goes by
And the glass in the light
Reflects the fight
And down falls the night


C.March © 2008
Track Name: Written on Water
Written on Water

I wish I’d never said
I wish
All these shadowy hours pass me by

I’m avoiding mirrors
Refusing to catch anyone’s eye
I’ve written on the water
If anyone wonders why

All these hours
Spent writing with a starlit hand
What will I leave?
Who will understand?

I wish I’d never seen
All these shadows

I’m avoiding mirrors
Refusing to catch anyone’s eye
I’ve written on the water
If anyone wonders why

All things must change
So this will too
All shadows fade
So these will too
Don’t give in

Every word on the water finds its way
This world needs you to stay

I wish I’d said this to you


C.March © 2008
Track Name: Primavera
Primavera

Sweet-faced angel of the Spring
Don’t you think it’s time
You remembered me?
Sweet-faced angel of the Spring
I’m certain today
You can count me in

Now would be a good time
Now would be a good time
To wake me up and tell me
‘I’ve come for you ‘cos it’s getting light so let’s go’

I only have to look at you to know
The triumph of hope
And the courage of the quiet
Sweet-faced angel
You walk in beauty just out of sight
Come for me at sunrise
And I’ll be there….

Now would be a good time
Now would be a good time
To wake me up and tell me
‘I’ve come for you ‘cos it’s getting light so let’s go’

Show me the fields before the dew is dry….



C. March © 2008
Track Name: Moat
Moat

The cold night water
Moves me around
On my back
The soft weeds
Tangle in my fingers
…moat…

It was an indian summer
Our feet were always bare
It was an indian summer
Everyone I loved was there
It was an indian summer
My brother was devil-may-care
And my sister wore rhinestones in her hair

I am most myself
When I’m held by the moat
Watching the fiery tails of meteors
In the endless sky above
Dreaming of love
The starlight falls
On the ruins of my home

And I am weightless
…moat…

It was an indian summer
Our feet were always bare
It was an indian summer
Everyone I loved was there
It was an indian summer
My brother was devil-may-care
And my sister wore rhinestones in her hair


C.March ©
Track Name: Lollen ~ lament for Anne Boleyn
Lollen

Lollen for Bullen
Lollen for Bullen….mmmmm

‘River wide and slow
Treachery in the undertow’

Lollen for Bullen
Lollen for Bullen….mmmmm

‘This is how he loved me
This is how he love me, so’

Lollen for Bullen
Lollen for Bullen….mmmmm

‘This is how he brought me
This is how he brought me, low’

Lollen for Bullen
Lollen for Bullen….mmmmm

‘There’s the garden where I used to hide
He used to find me
I’d always say ‘no’
He used to find me…’

(From the middle of the maze
Row for the Bull and the Bullen betrayed)

Lollen for Bullen
Lollen for Bullen….mmmmm

‘I used to hide
And always say no
He used to find me and never let me go’

(From the middle of the maze
Row for the Bull and the Bullen betrayed)

Lollen for Bullen
Lollen for Bullen….mmmmm

‘Treachery in the undertow’


C. March ©
Track Name: Ice Release
Ice Release

On velvet moss
Scattered with water drops
Of the melting snow
I’m watching the Spring
And the way it begins…..

I’ve waited so long
(see the ice release)
I can keep it all slow
(see the ice release)
One hand holds
A whole lot of trouble
The other a stone

I see the ice release her secrets
Like daughters I cannot hold
I watch the stones
Moved by the water
To show glimpses of gold

I’ve waited so long
(see the ice release)
I can keep it all slow
(see the ice release)
One hand holds
A whole lot of trouble
The other

In the warmth of the sun
I take a long look
And I see you gazing
Gazing at your beauty in the brook

I’ve waited so long
(see the ice release)
I can keep it all slow
(see the ice release)
One hand holds
A whole lot of trouble
The other a stone


C. March © 2008
Track Name: River of Stone
River of Stone

He’s no Apollo himself, but he feels the chase
He’s got feet of clay, but oh how he knows the stone,
He can chisel out and cut out the soul of a face
Until he gets her right he’s not leaving her alone

She’s a river of stone
A cool curve under his hand
Overwhelmed in the realm of her love
She’s been cut from the stone in the ground

She’s a river of stone
A cool curve under his hand
He’s a man overwhelmed by a vision
He’s made a woman of stone into a river of love

He’s no Apollo himself but he needs you to be flawless
He’ll keep you by his side for the rest of his life
He’ll keep you smooth like you were before you met his knife
Until he gets you right he’s not leaving you alone

She’s a river of stone
A cool curve under his hand
Overwhelmed in the realm of her love
She’s been cut from the stone in the ground

She’s a river of stone
A cool curve under his hand
He’s a man overwhelmed by a vision
He’s made a woman of stone into a river of love

C. March ©
Track Name: Sea Bell
Sea Bell

Each day is a turning leaf
A way through the forest
A lion’s leap
The boy in the man
Escapes his grief
By diving deep
To where his memories sleep

Under the sea is a voice calling to him
He’s leaving me
He’s diving deep to where the angels swim

There’s a depth charge
Beneath his skin
When the sea-bell sounds
It’s beneath his skin
When the sea-bell sounds
It’s a depth charge
Beneath his skin
When the sea-bell sounds
It sounds
for him

Each night is a lonely sail
Adrift across the water
A sink into the shale

Under the sea…..

There’s a depth charge
Beneath his skin
When the sea-bell sounds
It’s beneath his skin
When the sea-bell sounds
It’s a depth charge
Beneath his skin
It’s a depth charge
When the sea-bell sounds

The boy in the man escapes his grief
By diving deep to where the angels swim

When the sea-bell sounds
It sounds
for him

Chloë March ©
Track Name: Wolvish
Wolvish

I am ambiguous and a little bit ‘wolvish’?
in this rough terrain
Anything I can do to get through it, I’ll do it
There’s silver trees and dusty leaves
and I’m tripping on roots
‘Just forget it’ he said ‘Listen to me,
Cover the ground,
This is one of those things you can never undo,
I’m just connected to you’
(a howly howly dusk)

Step to the side
Don’t stick to the track
Here we are at the firewheel tree
With it’s blossom of memory
Let it fall on you
And let it cover me
(click clack claw
knockin at your door…)

He turns his back to me
One long look before he goes
And he howls at me
‘I hate your house, with it’s orchardy place
All pretty and cushioned he kissing your face,
You’re mine
Together we were sublime!
I turn my raggedy back on you!

Bereaved,
Bereft,
You blossoming,
Me Left…..

C. March ©
Track Name: Dark River Round
Dark River Round


Oh the Earth

Oh the Earth

Oh the Earth

Dark River Round
Dark River Round

I heard the nightingale
She sang for herself
And no-one else

Oh the Earth

Oh the Earth

Oh the Earth

I heard the nightingale
She sang for herself
And no-one else

The nightingale


C.March ©
Track Name: Divining
Divining

I follow the stream
I heard it in my sleep
I feel the icy water
I try not to slip
I throw away my sticks
I ‘ve found the stream
Now I know there is no dream
See the light coming through the trees
As I walk with the stream

I ‘ve spent my life
Divining
Divining

Now I’ll walk with the stream….


C.March ©