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IN THE MAMMOTH NOTHING OF THE NIGHT

by Lady Lamb

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  • Record/Vinyl + Digital Album

    IN THE MAMMOTH NOTHING OF THE NIGHT: The Ten Years of Ripely Pine 5xLP box set in thick cardboard outer case. Contains gatefold 2xLP release of the newly remastered version of Ripely Pine (on milky white vinyl), and a 3xLP of 23 brand new studio recordings of songs from the Ripely Universe including pre-Ripely Pine favorites, live versions, reimaginings and never-before-heard songs from the Ripely Era.

    Everyone who pre-orders the PHYSICAL box set will be automatically entered into a raffle (your order number is your raffle number). Aly is going to pick the winners, who will receive some pretty amazing, unique and handmade items related to Ripely Pine. Plus, we'll be announcing some other goodies soon that all pre-orderers will receive. Keep an eye on her instagram for Raffle Announce.

    Limited to 1000 copies.

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    Includes unlimited streaming of IN THE MAMMOTH NOTHING OF THE NIGHT via the free Bandcamp app, plus high-quality download in MP3, FLAC and more.
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1.
TAKE ME BY THE ARM TO THE ALTAR, TAKE ME BY THE COLLAR TO THE CLIFF, TAKE ME BY THE WAIST TO THE WATER, TAKE ME BY THE HAIR TO THE FERRIS WHEEL, TAKE ME BY THE WRIST TO THE RIVER, TAKE ME BY THE BRAID DOWN TO MY GRAVE. LOVE IS SELFISH, LOVE GOES TIC-TOC-TIC, LOVE KNOWS JESUS, APPLES & ORANGES. IT'S A ZOO IN YOUR ROOM WHEN YOU PART YOUR LIPS & YOU LONG TO KISS LIKE YOU WON'T EXIST COME THE MORNING TIME, COME THE SUNRISE. & ALL I'D LIKE TO DO THIS AFTERNOON IS TO DRAG THE MATTRESS UP TO THE ROOF: HUSHED TONES IN THE EARS OF THE AIRPLANE NEXT TO YOU. LET'S CRAWL ALL OVER ONE ANOTHER LIKES CROWS ON A CARCASS, LIKE ANTS ON A CRUMB STARVING ONLY STARVING ONLY FOR THE TASTE OF TONGUES. LOVE IS SELFISH, LOVE GOES TIC-TOC-TIC, LOVES KNOWS JESUS, APPLES AND ORANGES. TAKE ME BY THE ARM TO THE ALTAR, TAKE ME BY THE COLLAR TO THE CLIFF, TAKE ME BY THE WAIST TO THE WATER, TAKE ME BY THE HAIR TO THE FERRIS WHEEL, TAKE ME BY THE WRIST TO THE RIVER, TAKE ME BY THE BRAID DOWN TO MY GRAVE.
2.
WELL I BLED BLUE BLOOD FROM MY BACK LAST NIGHT, I WAS ALONE. AUBERGINE SHEETS ON MY BED NOW, OH NO. & YOUR BLUE EYES LIE JUST LIKE AN ATLAS IN THOSE SOCKETS, YEAH YOUR BLUE EYES CRY MAPWATER WHEN YOU'RE SORRY, OH SO SORRY. YOU WITH THE NAPE THAT HOLDS MY GAZE, YOU WITH THE TONGUE THAT SPEAKS MY NAME, YOU WITH THE ARMS THAT KEEP ME AT LENGTH, YOU WITH THE HEART THAT WON'T SHOW ITS FACE. & JESUS SUCKS THE MUD OUT OF YOUR SOUL, BUT THE FLAME IN MY EYE, IT'S GONE BLUE & COLD & YOU RISKED YOUR WRIST TO SAVE MY LIFE & I SHOULD HAVE KISSED YOU THAT NIGHT BUT IT AIN'T RIGHT, OH NO. ABSENCE MAKES MY HEART GROW HOLLOW, ABSENCE MAKES MY HEART GROW HOLLOW MAKE ME INTO AN EGG WITHOUT YOLK, YOU MAKE ME INTO AN EGG WITHOUT YOLK. ABSENCE MAKES MY HEART GROW HOLLOW, ABSENCE MAKES MY HEART GROW HOLLOW, MAKE ME INTO AN EGG WITHOUT YOLK, YOU MAKE ME INTO AN EGG WITHOUT YOLK. I WAS UNBORN WHEN I WAS YOUNGER, I WAS UNBORN WHEN I WAS YOUNGER BUT I WAS REBUILT WHEN YOU SPOKE, I AWOKE WHEN YOU SPOKE. YOU SAID, "THERE'S ALWAYS A REASON FOR LEAVING, THERE'S ALWAYS A REASON TO STAY; I KNOW EXACTLY WHY I'M LEAVING: I JUST CAN'T STAY." & I SAY, "I'LL GIVE YOU MY WHOLE SUMMER WHEN YOU UNFURL YOUR FINGERS. I WOULD BE LYING IF I SAID YOU HAD NOTHING TO DO WITH ME; YOU'RE TO BLAME FOR MY BEING THIS WAY, THIS WAY." YOU WITH THE NAPE THAT HOLDS MY GAZE, YOU WITH THE TONGUE THAT SPEAKS MY NAME, YOU WITH THE ARMS THAT KEEP ME AT LENGTH, YOU WITH THE HEART THAT WON'T SHOW ITS FACE.
3.
YOU ARE MY GRANDFATHER'S SON & FOR THAT REASON I NEED YOU NEARER & ON MY INSIDES I AM HAGGARD & ON SOME INSIDES THERE ARE VULTURES. IF THEY BEGIN TO RAVAGE YOUR LOVE DON'T COWER OR RUN FOR COVER. DON'T FEEL BAD, YOU'VE GOT TO DROWN OR SMOTHER THEM. & I CAN'T SAY WHETHER I BELIEVE HEARTS ARE CULTURED. CAN'T SAY WHETHER I CARE OR WHETHER IT MATTERS. MAYBE HEARTS ARE BETTER BITTER, BATTERED, FILTHY, VULGAR. MAYBE THAT'S WHY THE BROKEN LONELY ONES HOLD ON A LITTLE LONGER. BUT ALL I KNOW, ALL I KNOW IS I WANT TO SEE YOU I WANT TO SEE YOU SEE ALL THOSE COUNTRIES. MAYBE I'M MY OWN MOTHER & I WILL ALWAYS TAKE CARE OF MY BROTHER, BUT YOU ARE MY FAMILY NOW TOO. HOW I LOVED YOU THEN & HOW I WILL & HOW I DO.
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I'M A GHOST & YOU ALL KNOW IT. I'M SINGING SONGS & I AIN'T SLOWING. IT WAS A FRAGILE THING & I GODDAMN DROPPED IT. I PICKED THE PIECES UP & PUT THEM IN MY POCKET. & I AIN'T GONNA TRY TO WIN YOUR HEART THIS TIME. I'VE HAD SPACE TO THINK & I THINK THAT I'VE GROWN A LITTLE WISER. I'M LOOKING FOR A NEW MUSE YOU HAVE ONLY MADE ME TIRED. CALL YOUR BLUFF UP ON THE TELEPHONE & JAM-JAR MY BLOOD. THIS IS MY LOSS OF LIMB, MY LOSS OF LOVE. CALL YOUR BLUFF UP ON THE TELEPHONE & JAM-JAR MY BLOOD. THIS IS MY LOSS OF LIMB, MY LOSS OF LOVE. IT WAS SO COLD YOU COULD SEE BOTH SETS OF RIBS ALMOST ESCAPING YOUR SKIN TO FLY SOUTH, SOUTH UNTIL THE SPRINGTIME. YOUR HIPS STOOD OUT LIKE CONFIDENCE, YOU WERE NAKED AS A NEWBORN IN THE SNOW BUT YOU WANTED IT SO, THAT'S PRECISELY HOW YOU WANTED IT & NOW YOUR LOVE IS WRITING WORDS ON THE WALL WITH THE MEAT OF A NECTARINE THAT SHE PICKED EARLIER THAT MORNING IN THE ORCHARD & YOU ARE ON THE STREET, A CHEST OF DRAWERS FREE WHILE THE SKELETON PARADE MARCHES PAST YOU CARRYING BIRD BALLOONS. THEY FLY BACKWARDS AND FORWARDS. THE STREETS CAN BE EERIE, STREETS CAN BE DREARY. IT'S AS IF LEPROSY LANDED ON THE MOON & IT CAST A FILTHY GLOW IN THE WORLD & IN MY ROOM, IT'S AS IF LEPROSY IT LANDED ON THE MOON & IT CAST A FILTHY GLOW IN THE WORLD & IN MY ROOM SO HOW ABOUT I PLAY THE HARP & YOU PLAY THAT PIANO. PULL THE CURTAINS SHUT & NEST LIKE LITTLE SPARROWS. MY LIMBS, MY LOVE ARE LOST ON YOU. MY LIMBS, MY LOVE BELONG TO YOU. I REMEMBER THAT NIGHT IN THE WOODS ON THE HIDDEN BALANCE BEAM MADE OF A LONG WOODEN BOARD WITH A BARREL UNDERNEATH. WE LAID ON EITHER END & WE COULDN'T QUITE KNACK IT AFTER MANY ATTEMPTS & MINUTES OF SILENCE UNTIL WE DID. & OUR BREATH CAUGHT. & WE LOOKED UP. & THE STARS THEY WERE SO STILL, THE STARS THEY WERE SO STILL. BOTH OUR HEARTS THEY WERE REVEALED. OUR HEARTS THEY WERE REVEALED. & YOU WERE MY FRIEND. YOU WERE MY FRIEND. THIS IS MY LOSS OF LOVE MY LOSS OF LIMB THIS IS MY LOSS OF LOVE MY LOSS OF LIMB. BUT NOW I'M A GHOST AND YOU ALL KNOW IT. I'M SINGING SONGS & I AIN'T STOPPING. MY HAIR GREW LONG SO I FUCKING CUT IT & WHEN YOU LOOKED AWAY I STUCK THOSE TRIMMINGS IN YOUR LOCKET, HAHA.
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I CANNOT THINK OF THAT SONG WITH THIS MUSIC ON & I NEVER WANT TO GO BACK TO ARKANSAS EVEN IF YOU'VE GONE FROM THERE, EVEN IF YOU'VE GONE. YOU HANDLED ME LIKE AN INFANT SKULL & I CRADLED YOU LIKE A NEWBORN NIGHTMARE & I ALWAYS LONG, LONG TO GO BACK THERE: STRAIGHT BACK DOWN THE HALLWAY & UP THE STAIRS TO THAT BED. I ASKED THE DEER COULD THE HUNTER SHE HEAR COME A'CREEPIN, CREEPIN, CREEPIN, CREEPIN. I WHISPERED IN HER EAR SO SWEET & SINCERE BUT SHE WAS ALREADY DEAD ASLEEP & THE GROUND WHERE SHE LAY WAS RED, SOUR & STAINED & I KISSED HER, KISSED HER, KISSED HER BEFORE I TURNED AWAY & I NEVER WANT TO GO BACK THERE: DOWN THE PATH TO THE PLACE WHERE SHE LAY. WE CAN CLOSE OUR EYES & CRY OUT TO THE DARKNESS, THAT THERE IS STILL THIS LIGHT IN US, THERE IS THIS FIGHT TO FIND RIGHT WHERE WE BELONG. THIS RIBCAGE, IT IS A STAIRCASE, CLIMB IT TO MY IRIS YOU CAN LIVE THERE, YOU KNOW WHO I AM. YOU KNOW WHO I AM. I AM YOUR APPLE. SO OPEN UP THE BOOK & READ TO ME YOUR FAVORITE PASSAGE & KNOW THAT I WILL BE RIGHT HERE & I WILL LISTEN. I HEAR YOU & I HAVE HEARD YOU FOR ONE THOUSAND YEARS.
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YOU LOVED ME BEST IN AN AIRPLANE; I SLEPT THE LENGTH OF THE ATLANTIC. WHEN I AWOKE, WE HAD LANDED. FOR DAYS ON END I'VE THOUGHT ABOUT IT. HAD WE CRASHED INTO THE OCEAN. HAD WE PERISHED IN THE SEA. HAD THE MOUNTAIN HELD US CAPTIVE IN HIS JACKET, WELL GOD FORBID, I WOULD HAVE BEEN FINE WITH THAT. CAUSE IT WOULD HAVE SAVED ME IT WOULD HAVE SAVED ME IT WOULD HAVE SAVED ME FROM THE LOOK THAT YOU GAVE WHEN YOU LEFT. YOUR LIPS SO FULL THAT I COULD CRY. YOUR LIPS SO FULL THAT I COULD CRY OUT MY SOCKETS, CRY OUT MY SOCKETS. YOUR EYES SO CLOSED THAT I COULD HIDE IN THE CLOSET, HIDE IN THE CLOSET. MY HEART SO POOR THAT I COULD WAIT FOR YOUR HANDS IN MY POCKETS. MY HEART SO BROKE THAT I COULD BEG FOR AFFECTION, BEG FOR AFFECTION. I ONLY HAVE EYES FOR YOU; YOU ARE THE APPLE, YOU ARE THE APPLE. THE ALLIGATORS ARE HERE THEY'RE JUST UNDER THE WATER, UNDER THE WATER. YOU DEVOURED MY HEART, YOU DEVOURED MY HEART LIKE IT WAS STRAWBERRY CAKE AT A BIRTHDAY CELEBRATION, BUT I STILL NEED YOUR LOVE. I STILL NEED YOUR LOVE, I NEED YOUR LOVE. I STILL NEED YOUR TEETH ROUND MY ORGANS, I STILL NEED YOUR TEETH ROUND MY ORGANS. I STILL NEED YOUR LOVE FOR YOU ARE THE APPLE, YOU ARE THE APPLE.
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THERE'S A GHOST, GHOST IN THE MEZZANINE & SHE'S SOAKED, SOAKED IN A GLIMMERING SORT OF BONE, HER BONES & I'M BLATHERING FOR TO COUNT ALL HER FRECKLES TO KISS HER BARE ANKLES, THE BREATH OF THE BREAD WHILE IT BAKES. HOW I ACHE, I ACHE IN THE PIT OF ME, I AWAKE, AWAKE WITH THIS FEAR IN ME. HOW IT MAKES, MAKES A FOOL OUT OF ME; WITH ITS KNIFE HOW IT CARVES THE SEEDS OUT OF MY HEART FOR TO PLANT IN THE SOUL FOR TO FEAST. YOU ARE SWEET, SWEET AS A NECTARINE WHEN YOU SPEAK, SPEAK SOFTLY & GRACEFULLY; OH TO MEET YOU COULD QUITE POSSIBLY BE THE DEATH OF MY DREAD & THE SONGS IN MY HEAD WOULD AT LAST FIND THEIR PLACE AND BE SUNG.
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I'M NOT SURE HOW THESE MARKS CAME TO BE ON MY HEART; IN YOUR BED AS I SLEPT, WITH THE DEVIL HAD A BRAWL. WHEN I AWOKE, PRAYED TO GOD IT HAD BEEN BUT A DRAW. OH MY, WHAT MORE OF A MESS I WILL BE IF I'VE LOST. NOW I DREAM OF THE SKY RUNNING TOWARDS ME, LIQUID LIKE AN OCEAN. MY LITTLE BROTHER IS THERE & I CARRY HIM LIKE A NEWBORN. IT SEEMS I'M ALWAYS LIFTING HIM TO ESCAPE FROM RABID BEASTS AND STORMS. BEHIND MY EYELIDS HE IS LIGHT, HE'S THE WEIGHT OFA QUARTER BUT IN DAYLIGHT HE IS BROAD AND OLDER. OH LORD, CALL ME BACK, BACK TO YOU. I WILL COME. SEAL MY SOUL LIKE AN ENVELOPE, USE YOUR SPIT, LICK IT SHUT. BRING YOUR KNIVES, USE YOUR TOOLS, PERFORM OPEN HEART. THE WATER IS SCALDING, SO COLD THAT IT BURNS. BUT WHEN I LAY IN YOUR LIKENESS, HOW YOU SLAY ALL MY HURT, ALL MY HURT.
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I PRESSED MY EAR AGAINST YOUR BACK NOT EVEN A WEEK AFTER WE MET & I FELT YOUR HEARTBEAT FALL LIKE RAINDROPS IN A BUCKET. I USED TO HAVE A PRETTY NICE SPINE BUT I NEGLECTED TO GIVE IT A NAME SO EACH TIME I TRIED TO STRAIGHTEN IT, I COULDN'T GET ITS ATTENTION & I PLACED MY PALM UPON YOUR COLLARBONE & I WISHED TO FALL ASLEEP DEEP IN YOUR MARROW. AS GENTLY AS A MOUSE CURLED UP IN A BALL, AS GENTLY AS A MOUSE UNTIL TOMORROW. WE RIPPED OFF ALL OUR CLOTHES & THIS INCLUDED ALL OUR JEWELRY & WE RAN HAND IN HAND BACK WHEN YOU BROUGHT OUT THE BEAST IN ME, THE PARTS THAT ARE DORMANT I WISH TO SET THEM FREE & IN THE CLARITY OF THIS NIGHT I MAKE MYSELF BELIEVE I CAN SLEEP EASILY ALONE. BUT THERE'S A HUNGER UNDER MY SKIN & ITS GRIPPING AT MY BONES. THERE'S A HUNGER LIKE A LION'S & ITS RIPPING RIGHT THROUGH MY BONES. SO I PUSH MY LIMBS ALL FORWARD LIKE A TREE DOES IN A STORM & I WALK INTO MY KITCHEN & I LEAN AGAINST THE WINDOW, I'M AS CALM AS A BABY LAMB THAT IS BEING LED. I'M AS BLUE AS BLOOD BEFORE THE BLOOD GOES RED. & HOW IT HURTS EVEN IN THE SUN, IT'S A GODDAMN JOKE HOW WE CAN HURT EVEN IN THE SUN. FOR A HEART BEATS THE BEST IN A BED BESIDE THE ONE THAT IT LOVES. YES A HEART BEATS THE BEST WHEN IN A HEAD DEATH BECOMES IRRELEVANT. CAUSE IF YOU'RE DREAMING ABOUT DYING THEN YOU'RE NOT REALLY LIVING, DARLING. YOU'VE GOT TO BE STARVING, YOU'VE GOT TO BE STARVING FOR IT & IF YOU'RE CRYING BY THE MOON, IN THE SUN YOU BETTER LIFT UP THAT CHIN. TWIST YOUR HIPS & CRANE YOUR NECK. TWIST YOUR HIPS & CRANE YOUR NECK. TWIST YOUR HIPS & CRANE YOUR NECK. TWIST YOUR HIPS & BEND YOUR BODY BACK. YOU'VE GOT TO BE STARVING FOR IT, YOU'VE GOT TO BE STARVING FOR IT, YOU'VE GOT TO BE STARVING, YOU'VE GOT TO BE STARVING FOR IT.
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IF I'M THE COP THEN YOU'RE THE ROBBER. WE'LL PLAY COWBOYS & INDIANS IN THE YARD FOR THE SLAUGHTER. I HAD A DREAM YOU'D BE ON THIS ROOFTOP. IF YOU'RE NOT THEN THAT'S OKAY BUT IF YOU ARE, WELL I'M THINKING THAT IT'S FATE. IF I'M THE SAP THEN YOU'RE THE MAPLE & I'LL STICK CLOSE TO YOU TIL I MAKE IT TO YOUR TABLE. OVER THE MICROPHONE, OVER THE VIDEO PROJECTOR I ALMOST CALLED YOUR NAME BUT THEN I REFRAINED CAUSE I WILL CATCH YOU SOME OTHER WAY IF IT'S FATE, IF IT'S FATE, IF IT'S FATE.
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CHOOSE TO USE YOUR HEART IF EVEN TOWARDS THE HARSHEST FATE THAT IT MAY BE SWALLOWED, A MASTICATED MISTAKEN THING. THAT YOU MAY RIPELY PINE IN THE MAMMOTH NOTHING OF THE NIGHT LEFT TO YOUR OWN DEVICES & TOO EXHAUSTED TO KNOW WHAT YOU WANT. I KNOW, I KNOW. AND OH, SUCH IS THE TORMENT OF THE GIVING OF YOUR ORGANS: WHEN GIVEN WILLINGLY, HOW MERCILESS A HAND CAN BE ON YOU. & OH, THE SOUR FEAR OF DEFEAT LIKE WOUNDED SOLDIERS ALL STILL AND SLIGHT LINING LIKE SILK ALL THE ROADS TO YOUR MARROW. & ALL THE HEAPS OF HURT, WELL, THEY'VE HAD IT UP TO HERE WITH YOU & FURTHER BUT WHEN YOU FEEL IT AT YOUR HIP EVERY TIME HOW YOU WISH THAT IT WAS HOME. OH NO, WE'RE SINGING: LAY ME DOWN, LAY ME LOW, LET GO YOUR CROWN, DISARM ME. SINGING: TAKE ME SOUTH, TAKE ME HOME, HOLD YOUR OWN AND CLAIM ME. CLAIM ME YEAH YEAH YEAH. THAT WE MAY RIPELY PINE IN THE MAMMOTH NOTHING OF THE NIGHT LEFT TO OUR OWN DEVICES AND WE'LL KNOW, WE'LL KNOW, WE'LL KNOW JUST WHAT WE WANT. WE'LL KNOW, WE'LL KNOW, WE'LL KNOW WHAT WE WANT.
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DISLOCATION, PUSHY PERSUASION. LIGAMENT AND BONE. LIGAMENT AND BONE. CRYSTAL STRUCTURES, DEFECTS AND BLUNDERS. ONCE TURNING ALL MY MINERAL TO STONE, STONE. & SO I REINTRODUCE ME TO MYSELF. "HOW DO YOU DO?" I SAY, "I'VE HEARD SUCH LOVELY THINGS ABOUT WHO YOU ARE & WHERE YOU'VE BEEN, BUT BE IN ME AGAIN, BACK IN ME AGAIN." WILL-WILL-OH-WILDERNESS, MY WILDERNESS DARK & AMBIGUOUS, WILL YOU TANGLE ME IN? LIE-OH-LIE-OH-LIONESS, MY LIONESS, SHARP & AMBIVALENT WON'T YOU LIE ON MY SKINS? TAXI-TAXIDERMIST, TAXIDERMIST, SOPPING RIPE INTENTIONIST, I AM INTENT ON PAYING ATTENTION AGAIN TO MY OWN CRACKED COMPASS, STEADY-HANDED. SEMANTIC SATIATION WHERE I CAN SAY YOUR NAME OVER & OVER TIL IT MEANS NOTHING. A DELIBERATE EXTINCTION OF EVERYTHING I KNOW I WAS NEVER MEANT TO KNOW, KNOW ABOUT YOU. BUT YOU ARE A FAWN WITH SUCH SECRETS & I HAVE BEEN FOND & KEEN ON YOUR MEEKNESS, I'VE BLED DRY FOR YOUR ARMS & LONGED TO GNAW ON YOUR NECK, FAWNING OVER IT. MY LOVE, MY SWEET LOVE WHOM I AM YET TO UNRAVEL WITH: ONE NIGHT LIE ON MY PULSE, TAP THE BEAT OF MY HEART OUT ON YOUR CLAVICLE. ONE DAY WE SHALL BE ENRAPTURED, SWEET ENRAPTURE. WHAT ANTICIPATION & HOW MASTERFUL: THAT YOU CAN SHOW ME I AM HERE IN THIS WORLD TALL & TRULY TRUE. MEETING MYSELF BEFORE I MEET YOU.
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I wanna love you like the monster loves the flower disarming as a bird flying backwards and my heart is a pomegranate and how long have I ached for your hands on my stomach? I wanna love you like the monster loves a flower tenderly I want to know you like the clock knows the hour I wanna see you with both my eyes forward in the fields of rye and up in the rafters hungrily and oh, to know the nape of your neck it would be the length of my whole self to swoon if for to stretch beneath a fleshy ground peacefully into a blood Red Sea in the wax of a whale oh meet me down there deep down where I am dark and pale this longing I inherit how it makes me shameful this armor how I wear it til I can no longer and all the while in your blue so sallow as bitter as the snake the craftily crallows on the cracked tongue of the quake in the shadows silently I am a ribcage I'm a sailor I'm an arrow I am a monster with the wings of a blind sparrow and I wanna touch you like the seed touches the soil I wanna hold you like the milk holds the spoil so sing to me and cling to me and what of this cacophonous.... these broken strings? and what of this the blood red kiss, the beast in the sea? I'll hush it now and I will sing it sounds to put it to sleep and leave it there without a care that it might know a dream
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WELL I BLED BLUE BLOOD FROM MY BACK LAST NIGHT, I WAS ALONE. AUBERGINE SHEETS ON MY BED NOW, OH NO. & YOUR BLUE EYES LIE JUST LIKE AN ATLAS IN THOSE SOCKETS, YEAH YOUR BLUE EYES CRY MAPWATER WHEN YOU'RE SORRY, OH SO SORRY. YOU WITH THE NAPE THAT HOLDS MY GAZE, YOU WITH THE TONGUE THAT SPEAKS MY NAME, YOU WITH THE ARMS THAT KEEP ME AT LENGTH, YOU WITH THE HEART THAT WON'T SHOW ITS FACE. & JESUS SUCKS THE MUD OUT OF YOUR SOUL, BUT THE FLAME IN MY EYE, IT'S GONE BLUE & COLD & YOU RISKED YOUR WRIST TO SAVE MY LIFE & I SHOULD HAVE KISSED YOU THAT NIGHT BUT IT AIN'T RIGHT, OH NO. ABSENCE MAKES MY HEART GROW HOLLOW, ABSENCE MAKES MY HEART GROW HOLLOW MAKE ME INTO AN EGG WITHOUT YOLK, YOU MAKE ME INTO AN EGG WITHOUT YOLK. ABSENCE MAKES MY HEART GROW HOLLOW, ABSENCE MAKES MY HEART GROW HOLLOW, MAKE ME INTO AN EGG WITHOUT YOLK, YOU MAKE ME INTO AN EGG WITHOUT YOLK. I WAS UNBORN WHEN I WAS YOUNGER, I WAS UNBORN WHEN I WAS YOUNGER BUT I WAS REBUILT WHEN YOU SPOKE, I AWOKE WHEN YOU SPOKE. YOU SAID, "THERE'S ALWAYS A REASON FOR LEAVING, THERE'S ALWAYS A REASON TO STAY; I KNOW EXACTLY WHY I'M LEAVING: I JUST CAN'T STAY." & I SAY, "I'LL GIVE YOU MY WHOLE SUMMER WHEN YOU UNFURL YOUR FINGERS. I WOULD BE LYING IF I SAID YOU HAD NOTHING TO DO WITH ME; YOU'RE TO BLAME FOR MY BEING THIS WAY, THIS WAY." YOU WITH THE NAPE THAT HOLDS MY GAZE, YOU WITH THE TONGUE THAT SPEAKS MY NAME, YOU WITH THE ARMS THAT KEEP ME AT LENGTH, YOU WITH THE HEART THAT WON'T SHOW ITS FACE.
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YOU ARE MY GRANDFATHER'S SON & FOR THAT REASON I NEED YOU NEARER & ON MY INSIDES I AM HAGGARD & ON SOME INSIDES THERE ARE VULTURES. IF THEY BEGIN TO RAVAGE YOUR LOVE DON'T COWER OR RUN FOR COVER. DON'T FEEL BAD, YOU'VE GOT TO DROWN OR SMOTHER THEM. & I CAN'T SAY WHETHER I BELIEVE HEARTS ARE CULTURED. CAN'T SAY WHETHER I CARE OR WHETHER IT MATTERS. MAYBE HEARTS ARE BETTER BITTER, BATTERED, FILTHY, VULGAR. MAYBE THAT'S WHY THE BROKEN LONELY ONES HOLD ON A LITTLE LONGER. BUT ALL I KNOW, ALL I KNOW IS I WANT TO SEE YOU I WANT TO SEE YOU SEE ALL THOSE COUNTRIES. MAYBE I'M MY OWN MOTHER & I WILL ALWAYS TAKE CARE OF MY BROTHER, BUT YOU ARE MY FAMILY NOW TOO. HOW I LOVED YOU THEN & HOW I WILL & HOW I DO.
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I'M A GHOST & YOU ALL KNOW IT. I'M SINGING SONGS & I AIN'T SLOWING. IT WAS A FRAGILE THING & I GODDAMN DROPPED IT. I PICKED THE PIECES UP & PUT THEM IN MY POCKET. & I AIN'T GONNA TRY TO WIN YOUR HEART THIS TIME. I'VE HAD SPACE TO THINK & I THINK THAT I'VE GROWN A LITTLE WISER. I'M LOOKING FOR A NEW MUSE YOU HAVE ONLY MADE ME TIRED. CALL YOUR BLUFF UP ON THE TELEPHONE & JAM-JAR MY BLOOD. THIS IS MY LOSS OF LIMB, MY LOSS OF LOVE. CALL YOUR BLUFF UP ON THE TELEPHONE & JAM-JAR MY BLOOD. THIS IS MY LOSS OF LIMB, MY LOSS OF LOVE. IT WAS SO COLD YOU COULD SEE BOTH SETS OF RIBS ALMOST ESCAPING YOUR SKIN TO FLY SOUTH, SOUTH UNTIL THE SPRINGTIME. YOUR HIPS STOOD OUT LIKE CONFIDENCE, YOU WERE NAKED AS A NEWBORN IN THE SNOW BUT YOU WANTED IT SO, THAT'S PRECISELY HOW YOU WANTED IT & NOW YOUR LOVE IS WRITING WORDS ON THE WALL WITH THE MEAT OF A NECTARINE THAT SHE PICKED EARLIER THAT MORNING IN THE ORCHARD & YOU ARE ON THE STREET, A CHEST OF DRAWERS FREE WHILE THE SKELETON PARADE MARCHES PAST YOU CARRYING BIRD BALLOONS. THEY FLY BACKWARDS AND FORWARDS. THE STREETS CAN BE EERIE, STREETS CAN BE DREARY. IT'S AS IF LEPROSY LANDED ON THE MOON & IT CAST A FILTHY GLOW IN THE WORLD & IN MY ROOM, IT'S AS IF LEPROSY IT LANDED ON THE MOON & IT CAST A FILTHY GLOW IN THE WORLD & IN MY ROOM SO HOW ABOUT I PLAY THE HARP & YOU PLAY THAT PIANO. PULL THE CURTAINS SHUT & NEST LIKE LITTLE SPARROWS. MY LIMBS, MY LOVE ARE LOST ON YOU. MY LIMBS, MY LOVE BELONG TO YOU. I REMEMBER THAT NIGHT IN THE WOODS ON THE HIDDEN BALANCE BEAM MADE OF A LONG WOODEN BOARD WITH A BARREL UNDERNEATH. WE LAID ON EITHER END & WE COULDN'T QUITE KNACK IT AFTER MANY ATTEMPTS & MINUTES OF SILENCE UNTIL WE DID. & OUR BREATH CAUGHT. & WE LOOKED UP. & THE STARS THEY WERE SO STILL, THE STARS THEY WERE SO STILL. BOTH OUR HEARTS THEY WERE REVEALED. OUR HEARTS THEY WERE REVEALED. & YOU WERE MY FRIEND. YOU WERE MY FRIEND. THIS IS MY LOSS OF LOVE MY LOSS OF LIMB THIS IS MY LOSS OF LOVE MY LOSS OF LIMB. BUT NOW I'M A GHOST AND YOU ALL KNOW IT. I'M SINGING SONGS & I AIN'T STOPPING. MY HAIR GREW LONG SO I FUCKING CUT IT & WHEN YOU LOOKED AWAY I STUCK THOSE TRIMMINGS IN YOUR LOCKET, HAHA.
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I CANNOT THINK OF THAT SONG WITH THIS MUSIC ON & I NEVER WANT TO GO BACK TO ARKANSAS EVEN IF YOU'VE GONE FROM THERE, EVEN IF YOU'VE GONE. YOU HANDLED ME LIKE AN INFANT SKULL & I CRADLED YOU LIKE A NEWBORN NIGHTMARE & I ALWAYS LONG, LONG TO GO BACK THERE: STRAIGHT BACK DOWN THE HALLWAY & UP THE STAIRS TO THAT BED. I ASKED THE DEER COULD THE HUNTER SHE HEAR COME A'CREEPIN, CREEPIN, CREEPIN, CREEPIN. I WHISPERED IN HER EAR SO SWEET & SINCERE BUT SHE WAS ALREADY DEAD ASLEEP & THE GROUND WHERE SHE LAY WAS RED, SOUR & STAINED & I KISSED HER, KISSED HER, KISSED HER BEFORE I TURNED AWAY & I NEVER WANT TO GO BACK THERE: DOWN THE PATH TO THE PLACE WHERE SHE LAY. WE CAN CLOSE OUR EYES & CRY OUT TO THE DARKNESS, THAT THERE IS STILL THIS LIGHT IN US, THERE IS THIS FIGHT TO FIND RIGHT WHERE WE BELONG. THIS RIBCAGE, IT IS A STAIRCASE, CLIMB IT TO MY IRIS YOU CAN LIVE THERE, YOU KNOW WHO I AM. YOU KNOW WHO I AM. I AM YOUR APPLE. SO OPEN UP THE BOOK & READ TO ME YOUR FAVORITE PASSAGE & KNOW THAT I WILL BE RIGHT HERE & I WILL LISTEN. I HEAR YOU & I HAVE HEARD YOU FOR ONE THOUSAND YEARS.
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YOU LOVED ME BEST IN AN AIRPLANE; I SLEPT THE LENGTH OF THE ATLANTIC. WHEN I AWOKE, WE HAD LANDED. FOR DAYS ON END I'VE THOUGHT ABOUT IT. HAD WE CRASHED INTO THE OCEAN. HAD WE PERISHED IN THE SEA. HAD THE MOUNTAIN HELD US CAPTIVE IN HIS JACKET, WELL GOD FORBID, I WOULD HAVE BEEN FINE WITH THAT. CAUSE IT WOULD HAVE SAVED ME IT WOULD HAVE SAVED ME IT WOULD HAVE SAVED ME FROM THE LOOK THAT YOU GAVE WHEN YOU LEFT. YOUR LIPS SO FULL THAT I COULD CRY. YOUR LIPS SO FULL THAT I COULD CRY OUT MY SOCKETS, CRY OUT MY SOCKETS. YOUR EYES SO CLOSED THAT I COULD HIDE IN THE CLOSET, HIDE IN THE CLOSET. MY HEART SO POOR THAT I COULD WAIT FOR YOUR HANDS IN MY POCKETS. MY HEART SO BROKE THAT I COULD BEG FOR AFFECTION, BEG FOR AFFECTION. I ONLY HAVE EYES FOR YOU; YOU ARE THE APPLE, YOU ARE THE APPLE. THE ALLIGATORS ARE HERE THEY'RE JUST UNDER THE WATER, UNDER THE WATER. YOU DEVOURED MY HEART, YOU DEVOURED MY HEART LIKE IT WAS STRAWBERRY CAKE AT A BIRTHDAY CELEBRATION, BUT I STILL NEED YOUR LOVE. I STILL NEED YOUR LOVE, I NEED YOUR LOVE. I STILL NEED YOUR TEETH ROUND MY ORGANS, I STILL NEED YOUR TEETH ROUND MY ORGANS. I STILL NEED YOUR LOVE FOR YOU ARE THE APPLE, YOU ARE THE APPLE.
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I PRESSED MY EAR AGAINST YOUR BACK NOT EVEN A WEEK AFTER WE MET & I FELT YOUR HEARTBEAT FALL LIKE RAINDROPS IN A BUCKET. I USED TO HAVE A PRETTY NICE SPINE BUT I NEGLECTED TO GIVE IT A NAME SO EACH TIME I TRIED TO STRAIGHTEN IT, I COULDN'T GET ITS ATTENTION & I PLACED MY PALM UPON YOUR COLLARBONE & I WISHED TO FALL ASLEEP DEEP IN YOUR MARROW. AS GENTLY AS A MOUSE CURLED UP IN A BALL, AS GENTLY AS A MOUSE UNTIL TOMORROW. WE RIPPED OFF ALL OUR CLOTHES & THIS INCLUDED ALL OUR JEWELRY & WE RAN HAND IN HAND BACK WHEN YOU BROUGHT OUT THE BEAST IN ME, THE PARTS THAT ARE DORMANT I WISH TO SET THEM FREE & IN THE CLARITY OF THIS NIGHT I MAKE MYSELF BELIEVE I CAN SLEEP EASILY ALONE. BUT THERE'S A HUNGER UNDER MY SKIN & ITS GRIPPING AT MY BONES. THERE'S A HUNGER LIKE A LION'S & ITS RIPPING RIGHT THROUGH MY BONES. SO I PUSH MY LIMBS ALL FORWARD LIKE A TREE DOES IN A STORM & I WALK INTO MY KITCHEN & I LEAN AGAINST THE WINDOW, I'M AS CALM AS A BABY LAMB THAT IS BEING LED. I'M AS BLUE AS BLOOD BEFORE THE BLOOD GOES RED. & HOW IT HURTS EVEN IN THE SUN, IT'S A GODDAMN JOKE HOW WE CAN HURT EVEN IN THE SUN. FOR A HEART BEATS THE BEST IN A BED BESIDE THE ONE THAT IT LOVES. YES A HEART BEATS THE BEST WHEN IN A HEAD DEATH BECOMES IRRELEVANT. CAUSE IF YOU'RE DREAMING ABOUT DYING THEN YOU'RE NOT REALLY LIVING, DARLING. YOU'VE GOT TO BE STARVING, YOU'VE GOT TO BE STARVING FOR IT & IF YOU'RE CRYING BY THE MOON, IN THE SUN YOU BETTER LIFT UP THAT CHIN. TWIST YOUR HIPS & CRANE YOUR NECK. TWIST YOUR HIPS & CRANE YOUR NECK. TWIST YOUR HIPS & CRANE YOUR NECK. TWIST YOUR HIPS & BEND YOUR BODY BACK. YOU'VE GOT TO BE STARVING FOR IT, YOU'VE GOT TO BE STARVING FOR IT, YOU'VE GOT TO BE STARVING, YOU'VE GOT TO BE STARVING FOR IT.
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Beluga 07:14
I knelt before the sky awaiting her reply but she refused to pour herself all over me so I bowed my head in shame the sea was, she was hugging my waist and mumbling words of encouragement that I would only forget and I wished for to unlearn the alphabet so as to make the sounds slide off my tongue in the shape, in the form of the ancient sun my song would make the earth a little warmer and I would hope it would make it a little brighter and my song would go.... and I laid myself on down and I drifted out towards the center, towards the lighthouse. and I thought in only pictures in my head, reversed every image to make it majestic. and I began to sink into the deep, the deep caress the heavy depth, the honey swell, the honey swell and I wished for to become a beluga whale to be that song that someone sings to the one they love to send them off to sleep to send them off the sleep. the one song that someone sings to the one they love the most oh oh oh oh oh oh oh sleep drifting off to sleep, drifting off to sleep, drifting out to sea. Oh oh sea, drifting out to sea drifting out to see do you still love me? oh oh see oh baby don't you see? how I long to be singing you to sleep. oh oh see oh baby don't you see this longing?
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On the train a stranger's breath creeps into my chest. It's always startling when you call me by my name even though I consider you to be a dear friend. Violet Clem, Violet Clementine. Violet Clem, Violet Clementine, Vi. The parenthesis are your temples that I read in between the lines of and climbed up the steps and left your sky blues. Oh, Vi I'm not dead set on what I'm meant to do. Love of mine, I'm trying to be true to you. Carroll Street I come I leave your station many times over. You've given me many a thing to soldier on towards. These words all in a row build me a home beneath which I'll bury my bones. Picturing you painting is what puts me at ease. You have a way of getting yourself mixed into the songs that I sing. If I'm peanut butter well then you're still aubergine. And you'd fit real nice right beside me in this painting.
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Walrus 03:09
I took a walk outside today I took a walk outside today I took a walk outside today it made me late you took a walk into the sea you took a walk into the sea oh oh oh I watched your cheeks go underneath I walked away The trees look like my grandmother's fingers The trees look like my grandmother's hands you know The trees look like my grandmother's fingers when she takes off her wedding bands, oh oh oh I saw so many pretty people I saw so many pretty people I saw so many people staring at their feet look up look up look up The sky looks like my grandfather's eyes the sky looks like my grandfather's eyes the sky looks like my grandfather's eyes when he's singing I took a walk outside today you took a walk into the sea I watched your teeth go underneath I was too late But you look like you could be my friend You look like you could be my greatest friend you look like you would be my friend don't go away oh no no no don't go away we could play our favorite records and we could walk out on the icy rivers and we could watch It's A Wonderful Life on Christmas Eve
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Super Moon 03:48
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Apple 02:30
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Shoulders 05:04
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Arms 05:51
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Lonely Lust 04:16
The biting blood of lonely lust now watch the clock like a hawk hunt me down watch the clock like a hawk spin around The biting blood of lonely lust now watch the clock like a hawk rush the ground watch the clock like a hawk til I blush on the day that wayward man exclaimed “even satan knows the glory of god” I felt so full of my own life, I blasted the fast food faucet and cried cause the joy in my heart outgrew its shell - it sank beneath me, and it buried its sound, Trudging through the slush of Chinatown where I’m out searching in reverse for what I left, but nothing backwards, nothing makes any sense The biting blood of lonely lust now watch the clock like a hawk hunt me down watch the clock like a hawk spin around The biting blood of lonely lust now watch the clock like a hawk rush the ground watch the clock like a hawk spin around today from the Brooklyn Bridge, there is the bird’s-eye-view of the East River 
but this jutting giant of a skyline makes me nothing, nothing but nervous 
I much prefer Manhattan as the static backdrop to my score; eggs & coffee on the rooftop, sleepy-headed and blissfully bored I saw a spaceship making strange maneuvers, and I raised my mug to the full moon lit up in the big blue, blue day in that cloudless world all alone but unafraid now I wonder if I'll see you down there together in the park, and I’ll stop to watch the shore shove the lazy garbage back and forth. it pours out of me it makes me so afraid the way time takes Takes itself so seriously But I’m coming home on my own blood in my mouth, biting down
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Colorcoded 04:59
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Sarah 05:20
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Dominic 02:30
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IN THE MAMMOTH NOTHING OF THE NIGHT: The Ten Years of Ripely Pine 5xLP Box Set contains:

• The classic 2xLP Ripely Pine from 2013, newly remastered by original mastering engineer Joe LaPorta at Sterling Sound, on limited edition milky white vinyl, including the bonus track "Up In The Rafters," on Side D, long a mainstay of Lady Lamb live shows that in retrospect should have been on the record in the first place.

• 23 new studio recordings produced by Aly Spaltro in 2023 with original Ripely Pine engineer and co-producer, Nadim Issa mixing the project.

• 9 songs from the Ripely Pine era, often played live but never put on tape / appearing on pre-Ripely 'bedroom recordings'

• 7 songs from the Ripely Universe that have never been heard.

• 6 new arrangements by Aly Spaltro of Ripely classics, including string quartet versions, as well as acoustic, piano and live studio versions.

• Completely new artwork and design by Aly Spaltro with imagery from the Ripely period, embellishing five LPs and an outer shell box, including new artwork for the remastered version of Ripely Pine.


A decade on from the release of Ripely Pine, Lady Lamb's Aly Spaltro has created the definitive 5xLP box set to commemorate and expand upon her landmark debut. With the original songs remastered, IN THE MAMMOTH NOTHING OF THE NIGHT also includes three LPs of newly recorded studio material, produced and arranged by Spaltro and mixed by original co-producer Nadim Issa. It captures the time, mood, art and ambition of Aly Spaltro in her early twenties, who had already accumulated years of playing and self-recording experience before laying down tracks for this giant of a debut record, and the sage wisdom of a decade’s experience.

“I wrote these songs when I was 18, learning how to play the instruments and record with my digital 8-track along the way,” Spaltro says, reflecting on the time. “I was clueless. An emotional wreck! My plan was to attend film school, but I took a year off to travel, which completely fell through at the last minute. So I was stuck at home in Brunswick, Maine, working at a video store, trapped by these sad, young-person feelings I didn’t know how to express, and I spent a year in hiding. Initially, music was a way to take up time.” However, the effect was instantaneous. “I wrote the first couple songs, and I knew I had fallen in love, like I had found ‘the one.’ My first thought when I opened my college orientation paperwork was, ‘Where the hell am I going to record on campus?’ and I threw it in the trash!”

She grouped her first songs together, burned copies on 11 CD-Rs, and stacked them as free takeaways at the cash register of the record store next to the video store. They were gone by the end of the day. “Of the 11, I only heard from one person, TJ, who happened to nab the last copy. He was lost in town, on a trip with his buddy, and spotted the record store. He wrote me on MySpace and suggested I play an open mic night in Portland.”

Soon, she was driving the thirty minutes to Portland from Brunswick. But still as an introvert who had ‘never considered performing anything ever’, she needed time. “I sat outside in my parked car, with my hands on the wheel, turned around and went home. I just couldn’t go inside. I did that three weeks in a row.”

When she finally did play, the release proved an instant necessity. Live performances became a way to exorcize and continue to work through the feelings she put into the songs when she made them. “I wrote ‘Bird Balloons,’ ‘Crane Your Neck,’ and ‘You Are The Apple’ over one insane week. They are the most epic songs of the album, and they were all written in the basement of the video store in the early morning hours.” To this day, they remain her most beloved songs, especially “Crane Your Neck.” “That was the song that made such an impact, the one to scream along to in the car with your friends. I end the song repeating ‘You’ve got to be starving for it.’ I think people latched onto its message, about having passion, doing the thing you’re afraid to do, not compromising.”

She drove around New England for two years, playing constantly, and hitting Boston so much that this Mainer won Best Local Artist in a Boston Phoenix poll and a Boston Music Award. She realized shortly after that it was time to move to New York and begin playing in the local scene at mainstays like Pianos, Cake Shop, and Mercury Lounge. “Connecting with people at shows crystalized my realization that I wanted to perform,” she says. And just like that, the introvert articulated a ferocious stage presence. Early shows were open wounds, Spaltro stomping and yelling onstage, pushing herself to exhaustion. “I was transported by the literal feeling of my voice vibrating in my own chest. I hadn’t known I could feel so moved, and that the sheer act of singing could create such meaning in my life.”

It was with this energy that she set about recording with co-producer Nadim Issa what would be an ambitious first statement. Just over an hour long, Ripely Pine is a ripper of embellished instrumentation, fevered dynamism and unexpected tangents. And yet. “I was pigeonholed immediately as a folk singer. Here I am playing this Jazzmaster with a ton of overdrive and big band arrangements, but because I was a woman with long hair and a guitar, I was Joni Mitchell. If I got called ‘folk’ I’d get pissed me off; all these men who just didn’t get it. Now if I’m compared to Joni Mitchell, I’m just like, ‘Cool!’, but it’s very vulnerable to allow the world to categorize you, you really have no say. I had a lot of stress about how I was being perceived because I’ve always had a real fear of being misunderstood.”

Even with such clear intent to stake her ground and define herself, she spent her Ripely years hiding her identity from the public. She was worried about backlash, or being subjected to more pigeonholing, and it didn’t sit well with her that at the time, it seemed that to come out publicly felt like it required an essay of explanation. So though she had been out in her personal life since high school, it was a secret that sat just underneath the surface. “Right from moment one, I had a queer following,” she says. “I realized early on that my music was attracting a lot of young queer people, and many people who were closeted at the time and have since come out.” She remembers opening for a lesbian musician in Portland whose whole audience was queer. “ I had so much anxiety on stage that I needed them to know I was gay, that I was a part of their family, that I found awkward ways to drop hints in my banter. In retrospect, I was so desperately wanting to be seen by my community.” she says. “About a year ago, I found this amazing article by a person who wrote about experiencing Lady Lamb through a queer lens, and about the innate queer longing in what I do. I posted about it, and everyone in the comments were saying, “‘We knew. We knew” sharing their coming out stories, many that even related back to discovering Ripely Pine.

She talks about this new edition of Ripely Pine with a sense of a mission. “These tracks have haunted me, because they haven’t had a home for all these years. I found all these alternate track listings in my notebooks. Any of these songs could have ended up on the record,” Spaltro says. “This box set is a way to honor that whole time, the beginning of the path of my life.” Ten years on since her debut, Aly Spaltro has remained focused on music that connects and empowers. “Releasing this project feels like just that; I’m able to look back on where I’ve come from, and then gently close that door behind me and keep moving, keep growing.”

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released July 7, 2023

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Thank you:
Bart D'Alauro and Michelle Lisi-D’Alauro, Ben Goldberg, Nadim Issa, Marisa Issa, Katie Slicher, Derek Gierhan, Austen Holman, Erik Selz, Jeremy Shpizner, Kissi Sroka, Abby Swidler, Emily Hope Price, Sarah Heinemann, Luke Schurman, TJ Metcalfe, Will Ethridge, Alicia Ethridge, Johnny Fountain, Sonya Tomlinson, Therese Workman, Lauren Wayne, Peter McLaughlin, Henry Jamison, Jeanette Wall, Ian Paige, Billy Ruane, Bryna Gootkind, Joe LaPorta, Joe Sivick, Jessica Linker, Shervin Lainez, Jay & Dom

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