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marrow 04:26
we wake to winter plains and frozen mud dreams swimming round our brains, an endless flood sun reaching warm and strong, the touch of love your heart, an organ song filled with blood outside those balsam leaves cover our pathways with decay our breath, like couldron heat, steams our life visible inside the light of day walking our sleds over the gravel and snow so many faces but you're the one that i know climb to the hilltop, get ready to go push off the edge i shout "look out below" eyes closed wind rushing in down we slide with you beside me friend and when i look again you're gone and i'm alone, and that's when i begin to sing...
the braid-house unwound he said it all works out in the end heard the windows shatter out came Oliver Glen he’s a true sharp shooter quick with the sling and the stone he’s hurled the stars over our heads ain’t it fine how this night sky has glown? up in the air and right through the shutters letting the breeze weave through our sleeping town nothing to fear, run wide and take cover we won’t stop till the moon is down like a prairie candle he threw up the sun full of fire that day in Alberta we never felt so alive it was the middle of summer the streets sizzled in the rain he turned to me, said “When you see this you’ll never miss that life again.” up in the air and right through the shutters letting the breeze move in, touch the people there Oliver Glen with the grin of a lover he won’t stop till we breathe air breathe, so breathe down in the cage we bloom the stars are like holes letting the air come in the room
on the first day of that life i woke up just after a rainstorm the sun hitting the wet ground and every reflection said ‘fly man fly home’ i’ll go west when I die / no last goodbyes. now you’re gone and here I cry grain elevator and a setting ball of fire burning, we go on, even though we’re tired on the first day of that life, I woke up just after a rain storm, driving down the TransCan with my hands at 10 and 2 o’clock on a rubber wheel, the sun hitting wet pavement. clouds are only grey until they empty themselves and shelves break under the weight of too many words while a tribe of ancient monkeys sit in mystical hot tubs somewhere in the depths of japan
you & moon 02:48
you, you and the moon, you and the moonlight, you and moon. shelter, no need for shelter, there is no shelter needed here sound, nothing but wind, sound of the wind, cold on your skin there - in you is silence, nothing but silence in you now darkness all around, darkness, broken by starlight overhead twinkle – no, more like a shiver, stars seem to shiver, spit and spin one tumbling down, star falling down, wonder where it goes. fingers – feeling our fingers, ten little fingers, and ten toes. distance, town in the distance, Hinton Alberta, crown of soil we have walked through these wheat fields, walked out to witness what we’re shown in houses, I know, people are there, gazing from windows and fingers – they have those fingers, ten little fingers and ten toes.
snow into fire ghosts in the valley their campfires burnin (khahi khahi) slow winds encircle prayers by the river on Gonpo the mountain (khahi khahi) earth breaks beneath us it's endless inside us draw back the curtain in the darkness (khahi khahi) like beads on a string sliding one by one my life will pass between your finger and thumb (khahi khahi) oh Colorado cold ancient starlight, coyotes howling these lungs that breathe us into fountains (khahi khahi) my heart has broken my heart lays open my heart has broken open
snowdragons 02:08
edmonton 04:56
kneeling now, my hands touch down feel the underground. feet move round my huddled figure in the crowd. here I am with you my darkling so alone. feel your thunder heartbeat startling blood and bone. gather ancient saints down on whyte avenue. christ, this body’s taken - didn’t you hear the news? edmonton, your city streets are open veins all horses to the pavement boys, we flow again. (again, again, these open veins are flowing) falling from one hundred stories free as every bird in flight.


Listed as one of the top 10 albums of the year by Folk Radio UK's David Morrison.

"Snowdragons opens with one of the more heartwrenching songs I have heard in recent years [...] it is clear that Thom is no ‘ordinary’ songwriter..."
-David Morrison, Folk Radio UK

"I must have played 'marrow' a gazillion times and it still stirs my heart."
-Emma Caiman, Australia

"A true piece of art and love."
-Ghostly Beard, KB Radio (London)

"Great sound. Voice. Songs. Production."
-Felicity Gerwing, Unity Festival

"The songs are both haunting and tender, exuberant and yet full of stillness, and each one so lovingly crafted."
-Lael Whitehead


released March 26, 2016


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jesse thom (aka 'thom the toymaker') is a songwriter, author, puppeteer and clown based in bc, canada.

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