Primitive Mirrors (EP)

by Marianas

supported by
/
  • Streaming + Download

    Includes unlimited streaming via the free Bandcamp app, plus high-quality download in MP3, FLAC and more.

      $4 USD  or more

     

1.
2.
04:18
3.
04:22
4.

about

To me, every album I create is a tiny ecosystem - a miniature world of sound. This time, that world was so different that I felt like it was no longer my own. So, I started a side project. Marianas is that project, and Primitive Mirrors is the first release.

credits

released October 1, 2014

Written, recorded, and produced by Ian Marquis as Marianas

tags

license

all rights reserved

about

Ian Marquis Portland, Maine

My songs are tiny ecosystems: self-sustaining, self-contained, intricate, and densely layered. I'm captivated by found sound and immaculate production. I sample my own work. I chop up my guitars and create arrangements I could never have played. I treat my voice like an instrument, pushing and pulling it in otherworldly directions. I polish each track until, sonically, it feels like it sparkles. ... more

contact / help

Contact Ian Marquis

Streaming and
Download help

Redeem code

Track Name: Close Your Eyes
Baby, don't you know
I've gone away
But you're all wrapped
Around these gears
Dreamin' that tomorrow is today

And honey, do you think
The world's gone by?
But don't you look at me
You're only growing
Older 'til you die

Close your eyes
You're only growing older
'Til you die
You're only growing older
Close your eyes

Baby, don't you know
The world's okay
But you're all stuck
Inside these tears
Wishin' that your life
Would slip away

And honey, do you think
You've seen the sky?
But you're the same as me
You're only growing
Older 'til you die

Close your eyes
You're only growing older
'Til you die
You're only growing older
Close your eyes
Track Name: Stitches
I drift like ashes through these paper walls
Children play, and lovers fight,
But the world it feels so small.
There's an enemy that stalks me like a fever in the rain
But I've got miles before me,
Miles behind, and this will never end,

Because I lost the art.
Because I broke a heart.
Because I broke the art.
Because I lost the heart.

I drag like a suitcase stuck in the door of a passing car,
And I smoke and I spark, and I know they're asking
"How'd he get so far?"
Oh, I don't know. I can't see.
But I still care, how you took me there.
It's a million mikes of stone,
But I'm coming home.

I'm coming home.

Up left, down and right,
You'll be safe and sound tonight.
Up left, down and right,
You'll be safe. You'll be safe.

Because I lost the art.
Because I broke a heart.
Because I broke the art.
Because I lost the heart.

Because I lost the heart.
Track Name: Move Along
Gray. You're cold as you walk away.
Slice clean and see.
Thousands of parts, no room for beauty.

Pray. Your feet trace another day.
The miles and the pasture and sky.
A promise of life without room for goodbye.

Cold, shiver now.
Cold, shiver down.

There is no one here to see.
Move along now, move along now.
There is no one here to see.
Move along now, carefully.

Thousands of parts...

Cold, shiver now.
Cold, shiver down.

Gray. The lights of the cars are gray.
They light up the stars today.
Gray. The lights of the cars are gray.
They light up the stars today.
The lights are...

Cold, shiver now.
Cold, shiver down.

There is no one...

There is no one here to see.
Move along now, move along now.
There is no one here to see.
Move along now, carefully.

There is no one here to see.
Move along now, move along now.
There is no one here to see.
Move along now, carefully.
Track Name: Chasing Windmills
Jesse's got a razor blade
I can't feel the hand that shaves my face
In a bad dream
These fine lines dissect my resting place

Jesse, better run now
I can't hear the sirens when I sleep
In a locked box
Wrapped up with the sticks and stones I keep

Jesse, what's the point of counting sheep?
We're all chasing windmills
While you're dying in your sleep

Jesse's got a diary
I don't know the names of all my friends
In the back seat
These fine lines draw streets that never end

Jesse, what's the point of counting sheep?
We're all chasing windmills
While you're dying in your sleep