Juvenilia: 2010 - 2015

by Ross Heselton

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    • Juvenilia (2010-2015)
    featuring all, or almost all of what I have done from 2010 to 2015, meaning:
    -7 ALBUMS, SINGLES, EP's, LIVE ALBUMS, DEMOS (over 3 hours of music) :
    • Listen To Hear EP (2010)
    • Like Light/A Sigh, And Nothing More (2011)
    • Feathers And Glass: Songs of Becoming (2012)
    • Spanish Red Wine EP (2012)
    • Live At Iboat with Cocktail Bananas (2013)
    • Two Songs And A Poem (2014)
    • Lonesome Songs, Forsaken Songs, Live Songs (2010-2014)
    -4 PDF BOOKS OF POETRY
    • An Admission of Light To A Room (2011 - 36 pages)
    • Inflexion of Moments (2012 - 59 pages)
    • Summer Moon (2012 - 15 pages )
    • Six Poems (2014 - 8 pages) less
    ... more

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SO THE LEAF MUST LEAVE THE BRANCH,
AND THE SPIRIT BREAK FREE FROM THE SKIN—
SO THE POET MUST PART WITH THE POEM,
AND GIVE IT TO THE WIND,
WHO FERRIES IT GENTLY TO THE HEART OF WHOMEVER
IS WILLING ENOUGH TO RECEIVE.

This anthology contains:

-6 ALBUMS, SINGLES, EP's & LIVE ALBUMS:
• Listen To Hear EP (2010)
• Like Light/A Sigh, And Nothing More (2011)
• Feathers And Glass: Songs of Becoming (2012)
• Spanish Red Wine EP (2012)
• Live At Iboat with Cocktail Bananas (2013)
• Two Songs And A Poem (2014)
+ numerous demos and unreleased songs

-4 PDF BOOKS OF POETRY
• An Admission of Light To A Room (2011 - 36 pages)
• Inflexion of Moments (2012 - 59 pages)
• Summer Moon (2012 - 15 pages )
• Six Poems (2014 - 8 pages)

MAY MY BLOSSOMS BURN AWAY AND BLOW INTO THE BREEZE,
AND MAY MY WINTER’S RAIN RELIEVE THE THIRST OF SOULS AT SEA.

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released August 1, 2015

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Ross Heselton Strasbourg, France

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Born 1994 on planet Earth. Writing, singing, playing, learning how to live and die. Also involved in l'Ecluse, Vie, Soleils Bleus, ALLIES and other subterranean collaborations...

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Track Name: A Sigh, And Nothing More [Like Light/A Sigh, And Nothing More - 2011]
“A gasp, a throb, a start of pain, A sigh, and nothing more” -Lord Byron, Mazeppa

I carry my breath
Intangible and inviolable On my tongue;
Saving my speech in
The intrepid and impalpable Hollows of my lungs.
I've learnt to speak
when spoken to.
But you know
That I would die if it kept you alive
And you breathe so loud
The stars have hidden behind the sofa. Just hold me in your arms
And breathe a word of kindness
And lie.
But you know
That I would die if it kept you alive
And you swore as you fell, And bellowed and yelled That you were always Afraid to drown.
But with the Seine like a scarf of sea Tightly wrapped 'round your neck, You just smiled and wept,
And slept with the shipwrecks
And it was all just fine.
But you know
That I would die if it kept you alive.
Track Name: An Admission Of Light To A Room [Feathers And Glass - 2012]
Another fear is growing within me,
from your root, knowing I’ll fail in fighting it. But I’ll try.
The water was rising and falling in intermittent sweeps, as if with each push it was trying to reach a higher, untouched part of the shore, constantly, perpetually advancing and retreating, like a taking and releasing of breath.
The woman I love,
she weeps for all things.
For those that cannot weep themselves. Converging and transforming, like light refracting, or a figure watched through water.
And she returns,
now with summer in its fractured, terminal state,
looking for a somewhere to bury the things that she hates and yet lusts for, and fears most of all.
They lay curled at the bed of my grave, cold and damp, trampled and folded in halves.
An admission of light to a room.
Blooming bits of motion.
The ocean and the tomb are like wounds from rose thorns.
This is where the daylight hides. This is where her horses ride.
This is where the war mistook sides. This is where the angels died.
This is where the words divide. This is where our worlds collide.
Track Name: A Rose For Winter [Feathers And Glass - 2012]
The sun has risen,
And the rivers have been released from their banks.
And we are broken— we are faulted in these chambers of flesh.
We are young, but we are not fools.
And I remember what, George, you once told me: ‘Man never grows wise to love,
Man never grows wise to death’
And you gave me a rose for winter: Like the splinter in your finger When you were all alone,
Standing in your mother’s clothes— Like a shield against the cold.
And tonight, once more, your body was close to mine. And it was warm like a sun.
With the words of Leonard Cohen
Blowing through your lips,
As I am stitched to your hips,
As we are stitched at the hands and at the hips.
And you gave me a rose for winter: Like the splinter in your finger When you were all alone,
Standing in your mother’s clothes— Like a shield against the cold.
And the scent of your skin,
Like a spear through my senses—
Like breaking down the fences of my inhibition.
Track Name: Lavender [Feathers And Glass - 2012]
I've stolen. I've felt
your words of steel,
like scar tissue, too numb
to feel, too sore to heal.
Close to the core,
and you're golden, gilded
in guilt, with our dreams
and our darkness and our rage, and our aging fears and desires.
And we grope beyond
the half light for fire - and we falter
through the blackness of our
dreaming for a match to strike a flame
to Hope, and ignite our gleaming bewilderment.
But it shakes off our touch
like a bug from one's back and
eludes our human behavior;
so we unbind the ropes
round our waists and our wrists and we meet and we strike at the hips like two pieces of flint,
and we creak into the clenching jaws
of our Nature, like shards of
Morning, like splinters of dawning.
And we lay woken,
among all the broken bits and pieces of our fraught and lonely serenity.
And your eyes are like lavender fields going up in flames. And you know that it’s never going to be the same
And you know that we’re never going to be the same. And you know that we’re not meant to be the same.
But you know that we’ll always be the same.
Track Name: Spanish Red Wine [Feathers And Glass - 2012]
In the midsummer morning cold With your hair like a curtain of gold, We swayed as we prayed,
And grew cold as we laid
On our old english coats,
In the castle we built without a moat.
Well I’ll miss your fake fur coat, And the waves that we provoked To keep our ship afloat.
And we wept as we kept
Our lungs stripped of air,
Reading my favorite Jacques Prévert, Laurie Lee and Baudelaire -
With the wind in your daughter’s hair.
And I’ll miss your fake fur coat And the waves that we provoked To keep our ship afloat.
And I’ll go to the hill where we climbed And read and write to kill the time, Drinking spanish red wine.
Drinking spanish red wine.
Track Name: Ophelia [Feathers And Glass - 2012]
You were there, Nurturing the silences In the spring of my dreams.
And your flesh was golden,
Like the sound of church bells in winter, Or the touch of water in spring,
Or Ophelia singing in the halls
Of a dying king.
And you told me that some people were like broken pieces of rose petals being blown about by the wind, and because they are broken we think not to touch them, or learn their names, or extract their essence to remember their scent.
And you thought that it was a shame.
And you told me that love is the only means to truth. You are my fondest memory.
Track Name: A Sigh, And Nothing More [Feathers And Glass - 2012]
“A gasp, a throb, a start of pain, A sigh, and nothing more” -Lord Byron, Mazeppa

I carry my breath
Intangible and inviolable On my tongue;
Saving my speech in
The intrepid and impalpable Hollows of my lungs.
I've learnt to speak
when spoken to.
But you know
That I would die if it kept you alive
And you breathe so loud
The stars have hidden behind the sofa. Just hold me in your arms
And breathe a word of kindness
And lie.
But you know
That I would die if it kept you alive
And you swore as you fell, And bellowed and yelled That you were always Afraid to drown.
But with the Seine like a scarf of sea Tightly wrapped 'round your neck, You just smiled and wept,
And slept with the shipwrecks
And it was all just fine.
But you know
That I would die if it kept you alive.