Goodnight Creek

by Ruby Nightingale

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Three songs written at home in Hong Kong, and recorded in Hartford, CT.

Ruby Nightingale: vocals, guitar.
Winthrop Stevens: banjo (1, 3), guitar (2).
Adam Ackerman: bass (1,2)
Salena Walker: violin (1)
Nick Kwas: violin (2)

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released October 29, 2013

Recorded and mixed by Winthrop Stevens.
Mastered by Matt Baltrucki.
Cover art by Justyna Dabrowski.

A huge thank you and so much love to all of my dear friends who contributed and made this music possible!

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Ruby Nightingale New York, New York

Singer/songwriter from Brisbane, Australia/ Hong Kong, now in the USA making indie-folk tunes.

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Track Name: Bibliography
With a fringe too long for her forehead and lips too swollen to speak,
she offered her body towards the moon and then lowered it into the creek.
With feet too trod on to follow and knees too bloody to bear, she felt her heart beat under the water then brought it back up for some air.

Please, she will never care.

With a skirt that she never paid for and teeth too crooked to show, she remembered a boy she once met at the water so many cruel years ago.
He loved her dancing, dark ringlets, and her bitten down nails the same, but it wasn't enough, she called his bluff and he walked away smelling like shame.

Please, take the blame.

With skin too pale to notice and eyes too vacant to paint, she closed them tight, wished the creek a good night, and swore she'd one day be a saint.

Please, make me a saint.
Track Name: Mancala
You play drunken mancala and you cheat with a pout.
Don't tell him, don't let my father find out.
You find inspiration in the dark of all darks.
Do you wait around? Do you compromise your art?

Why do I see it? Why do I feel it? Why do I believe it?
Why won't you see, feel, believe me?

Will you still love me when I don't love you back?
Or will you soon see all the genius I lack?
closer here now, kiss me on my cheeks.
Tell me we're going to Belgique.

But drunken mancala won't justify wings.
Fly away, time heals all things.
You find your muse sitting in the dark of all darks.
Do you wait around? Do you compromise your art?

Why do I see it? Why do I feel it? Why do I believe it?
Why won't you see, feel, believe me.
Track Name: Skin
Is your yellow my yellow?
Is your blue my blue?
Are your hands like my hands?
Can you feel me look through you?

With you I am safe, and with me you are free.
I don't think our dreams are too out of our reach,
but when you think the sky is too grey or too low,
ask and I'll teach you to make the wind blow.

Is your skin like my skin?
Does it feel, does it ache?
When you look right through me,
do you see what's at stake?

With you I am safe, and with me you are free.
I don't think our dreams are too out of our reach,
but when you think the sky is too grey or too low,
ask and I'll teach you to make the wind blow.