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1. From the Corner of My Eye (2:09)
2. The Light You Reflect (3:20) 3. The Albatross Song (Mellow Like) (3:31) 4. The Flesh of Birds (4:25) 5. The Place Where Tomorrow Shines the Brightest (3:51) 6. When It Gets Dark (2:20) |
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Lyrics
The bowerbird is quite creative when it comes to decoration Starlings follow simple rules that dictate their murmurations But wanton salt marsh sparrows and curious little chickadees I know there’s only one companion for me, for… When you’re with an albatross Don’t you know you can’t get lost ‘Cause you’re never truly lost When you are at home at Sea… Does your restless spirit wander yet get hopelessly attached? You’re barely bound to this world, yet you dread it’s bound to collapse? If Noah sent you from his ark to fetch some branches from a tree Might you not return? Just drift perpetually? Well… When you’re with an albatross Don’t you know you can’t get lost ‘Cause you’re never truly lost When you are at home at Sea… In the straits of Magellan or rounding the Cape of Good Hope Death and disillusionment will gamble on a ghost ship for your soul No… No… When you’re with an albatross Don’t you know you can’t get lost ‘Cause you’re never truly lost When you are at home at Sea… |
Credits
E.G. Phillips: vocals Chloe Mendola: cello Daniel Riera: flute Felipe Ubeda (Cigarbox Man): guitar Omree Gal-Oz: piano Curtis Aikens: upright bass Recorded at Airship Laboratories in Richmond, CA Neil Godbole: recording engineer Recorded & Mixed by Nahuel Bronzini Mastered by Andrés Mayo Mastering Arranged & Produced by Nahuel Bronzini & Felipe Ubeda Written by E.G. Phillips © 2025 Ducks With Pants Music Notes Way I remember it, albatross was a ship's good luck, 'til some idiot killed it. — Capt. Malcolm Reynolds, Serenity I sometimes introduce this song as my attempt to rehabilitate the reputation of one our fine feathered friends who has been much maligned by a poem. I released the original more raucous version of this song as the opening track to my second album “At Home at Sea.” I still love the madness of that version of course — its wildness, its unhinged number of choruses. But it is a song that exists in two forms in my mind. In addition to its mercurial sibling, there is also the more mellow, more contemplative vibe that it closer to its protean state when I first started messing with the chords to an old cowboy song one Thanksgiving day and clearly had birds on the brain. |