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Married in Mount Airy

by Nicole Dollanganger

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Olya
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Olya This album made me cry, laugh, sad, happy, angry, wondering. What a solid piece of art, the lyrics are incredible, Nicole was, is and will always be a brilliant songwriter, her style is haunting and genius. Favorite track: Married in Mount Airy.
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big suit david byrne Although the humid, crushing guitars on NBL have always been a favorite of mine, this is inarguably nicole's best produced album so far, with some of her catchiest melodies (especially moonlite) and strongest storytelling. A gothic romance novel in song form Favorite track: Nymphs Finding the Head of Orpheus.
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lonelynymph I’ve absolutely loved and admired all of Nicole’s music in her wonderful discography so far, but this is definitely her masterpiece. The melodies, the lyrics, the incredible, incredible (!) production and mixing, the concept and artistry ..it’s all just so astonishingly good and absolutely hauntingly, heartbreakingly beautiful. I just want to lie down in a secluded wood listening to this on repeat forever. Already one of my favourite albums of this year. I so can’t wait for the next! 💞❤️ Favorite track: Nymphs Finding the Head of Orpheus.
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1.
I was married in Mount Airy In its prime, sometime in the late 60’s Where he carried me into a lover’s suite And we made love beneath The mirrored ceilings And things were merry at Mount Airy Where they’d sing, “All you have to bring is your love of everything” Don’t recall what we were drinking but I remember thinking There was something very strange in the air Don’t recall what we were singing but I remember swinging With my hands caught in the curls of his long hair Don’t recall what we were drinking… But I could swear he tasted of Sherry Contrary to the maraschino cherries With our own colour TV Heavenly shag carpeting A world apart from the ordinary, Something in the air And things were merry at Mount Airy Where they’d sing, “All you have to bring is your love of everything!” Don’t recall what we were drinking but I remember thinking There was something very strange in the air Don’t recall what we were singing but I remember swinging With my hands caught in the curls of his long hair
2.
Light bleeds in through the curtain lace Sleep on the couch where the flowers stay And never bloom, but only fade In the sun I fill the bath while I dream of the lake I can smell the blood purged from raw steak By the barbecue on a summer day In the sun But I find you here, in the blue light of the TV And I feel you in the wind Through the back screen at night With the kitchen tile cold on my cheek I love you, baby Gold satin dreamer Gold satin heart Gold satin dreamer Waiting for it to get dark I wait for it to get dark All of those dreams left out in the sun They run like syrup and clot like blood Disfigured beyond recognition In the sun Colours fade from my memories and even though Other faces I forget, yours is carved of stone Tryna take you out of me is like Tryna get smoke out of wood Gold satin dreamer Gold satin heart Gold satin dreamer Waiting for it to get dark I wait for it to get dark
3.
Dogwood 02:47
O Lord, please don’t take him from me I need him, you know I do I try to stop him from using that shit But there’s no telling that man what to do But you’ll have to pry him from my cold, dead grip If you try taking him from me, O Lord And you know I refuse to understand that he just makes his own bed And there’s no use trying O Lord, please don’t give him those wings You know how reckless he can be sometimes And o I swear doesn’t mean it when he says He don’t care if he lives or dies And I’m not sure if you can hear this, but I read Your name across his chest and I thought I’d try So if you’re there, Lord, I am begging you to spare him Just spare him, to you I cry Or you’ll have to pry him from my cold, dead grip ‘Cause I’m not letting go of him
4.
Runnin' Free 04:39
The days are long, please don’t go I can’t trust myself to be alone The sun beats down, my wrists burn on the stove In this lonely ’78 motorhome I stay here, alone inside With the Sunday dinner and the summertime flies Motorcycles rev outside From the backyard screen I hear them drive off into the night But I know If I told him I’d die here if I stay He would hold me in his arms and he’d Love it that way Sad teddy bears on the lawn outside Clean off the mud, hang them up out to dry Try to sleep, to pass the time by But the dogs in the yard Keep me up with their cries in the night But I know If I told him I’d die here if I stay He would hold me in his arms and he’d Love it that way The days are long, please don’t go I can’t trust myself to be alone It all goes dark, my bangs long overgrown In this lonely ’78 motorhome
5.
Bad Man 03:27
I wish he didn’t have to die But he was a bad man Wrote over the love story he left on my body With somebody else’s hands I’m still crying, but I’m not sorry No, I couldn’t give a god damn about it now I’ve washed him out of my clothes I know he had to go He had to go And he’d say the same, you know I wish he didn’t have to die But he was a bad man What do I make of these tears that I’ve cried Over that bad man? I could tell you that I don’t love him But you know it’d be a lie Doesn’t mean I don’t condemn him And god damn him, He knows why I let it go, I’ve washed him out of my clothes I know he had to go, He had to go And he’d say the same, you know I wish he didn’t have to die But he was a bad man What do I make of these tears that I’ve cried Over that bad man?
6.
You won’t change your ways, my darling And they say it’s time for me to let you go ‘Cause you may just be the death of me But truth is, I’d love it so If you’d hold me ’til I’m cold and blue Hold me ’til I’m cold and blue You play such wicked games, my darling They must say, “that girl’s plain dumb, Or she just loves pain” Cause you may just be the death of me But truth is, I’d love it so If you’d hold me ’til I’m cold and blue If you’d hold me ’til I’m cold and blue
7.
Moonlite 03:48
“Got you mounted on a wall In the back of my mind” he said, “I just can’t forget, try as I might I’ve got this photo I’ve tried to burn but it don’t light I stay on the drink and you stay on my mind” “As you were when you were laying just like a two page spread From a magazine in a negligee on the bed By the window in moonlit flesh So gaunt your skin looked blue and wet You were my girl, my thing, my pet To do anything I wanted with” “I wanna hold you in my hands Like a porcelain decanter Take off the lid and fill you up with liquor Smash you against the wall and let you fall To pieces in my hands” He said “I love you so much I can’t stand you and I got you mounted on a wall in the back of my mind And this piece of your soul caught in a 35mm slide I see right through you like lace lingerie when I hold it to the light And my girl, I pray you can feel my eyes Going right through you” And he drunker he got, the truer he spoke He said, “I pray to God you know I keep a piece of you locked in my heart With memories I can bend into any shape I want And I put you over the bed, or I break you in half instead Sometimes you’re my girl and sometimes, bitch, you’re dead”
8.
He’ll be picking me up Sometime after midnight In the Buick Electra Sometime after midnight I know, I’ve spent all day Thinking of what I’ll wear At the waterfall vanity Showered and bare Checking all the different sides of me Split in three mirrors But there’s this feeling in my stomach Wondering if I should just ignore it but I was told when something bad happens It’s usually at night And I’m watching the sky turn black By the window-side
9.
In the skeletal remains Of a pool long since drained Filled with rain, Reclaimed by nature Through the dark, I wade As if in its Glory days Knowing that I’ll make myself sick From the water Knowing all my tears and rage Could load a revolver I used to think, you must be the water I drink Holding me down in these waters, down beneath Singing to the sound of my screaming But now I see In the dark I wait Right here where I once sunbathed With all my dreams unfit for day With all my tears and all my rage I used to think you must be the water I drink Holding me down in these waters, down beneath Singing to the sound of my screaming I used to dream of the day it’d be just you and me Like the Wild West Both of us shooting ’til one of us was dead You cruel, cruel man
10.
Summit Song 01:55
11.
When you’re dead and buried with a smile painted on your face Your eulogy like poetry, flowers overwhelming the wake Where I’m sure as in your life there will be beautiful women there in your death Crying out they swear they will love you until their very own last dying breath ‘Cause you just have this way of charming those Who catch your eye like shiny things With a face made for daytime TV shows You’re a nightmare disguised as a good dream When she wants a garden, you give her a rose Just the taste of something you could give her but you won’t When she wants a garden, you give her a rose And you know it But you just have your ways, what with all of those Grotesque displays of love you show Ripped from pages of books, every word which you know And recite back to them as if they were your own I feel sorry for them, because how could they know? ’Til they’ve died by your hands, ’til they’ve felt the cold Cut of your sharp tongue with your delusions of grandeur yea you give nothing and think it too much And when she wants a garden, you give her a rose And I’ll bet you have to hide your grin as you watch it die in her arms When she wants a garden, you give her a rose When you’ve dearly departed There will be all those broken hearted But I’ll have a smile painted on my face There’s a spot in the grass waiting for you at Whispering Glades And Hollywood suits you, darling, I think you should stay
12.
I’ll wait for you to call And if I wait my whole life, It won’t be wasted at all I’m fine to love you from afar And if I don’t see you again I understand, it’s just how things are I’ll wait for you to call And if I wait my whole life, It won’t be wasted at all

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released January 6, 2023

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