Tamaryn’s first two full-lengths stood out in a crowd of shoegaze/ethereal revivalists as much for what they were (careful, gorgeous, thrilling tapestries of guitar-based textures) as what they weren’t (simplistic, trendy, disposable signposts made to be broken). With Cranekiss, Tamaryn emerges from her past in a way that’s inviting, warm-blooded, and shockingly direct. She’s made a big record, loaded with samples, synth triggers and processing that was missing from her previous efforts, the result of long nights grinding it out at the Brooklyn studio Gary’s Electric, where the record was born. The Waves and Tender New Signs focused on the sounds Tamaryn and her group could coax out of guitars, but with Cranekiss her sonic palette has exploded with maniacal abandon, pressed into service of a post-adolescent love letter to all the music that she and her collaborators hold dear, drawing influences from the feelings that fell out of her. Anyone familiar enough with those times should be able to draw their own comparisons, recognizing the modes of musical respect and adoration flashing past as the record spins. From there, though, Tamaryn has modeled these elements into simulacra, where despite the nods and glances to the past, play as a totally new sound.
Lyrically, this is Tamaryn’s most personal collection of songs to date, and Elbrecht has placed her voice front and center across the entire record, elevating her presence like never before. Cranekiss explores dark rock, dance pop, and glistening melancholy with a uniformly commanding presence across it all, in stormy, unsettled brushstrokes that apply pressure behind Tamaryn’s words.
Cranekiss represents a long journey, and a new phase in Tamaryn’s music unfolding before you, a blood-red kaleidoscope of desire and late night abandon, a bold step forward.
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Metal Beasts
Tamaryn Lyrics
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Aluminum bird
Hide behind the sunset
I cut my fingers fixing tin can wings
Restoring its life
Sipping on mercury
My pet's edges
Are burning beside me
Reflecting my chivalry
I touch the coastline
Feet dipping behind me
Taste the salt on my skin
Watch it come over me
I take a picture
Drowning underwater
I'm taming metal beasts
And crashing desert
Screaming bullet
I'm speeding beside you
Tied upon your path
quiet the mountain sleeps
Now it's silent
No one to side me
Through the blurring trees
i spot varnished families
A sunken armory
Shapes like a caste
It was waiting int he river
Sinking in mystery
I take a picture
Drowning underwater
I'm taming metal beasts
And crashing desert
The streets of Paris are lonely and hiding
The face of it's statues
Are cold in their taunting me
I climb the mane of the cast iron lions
they were spitting in the fountains
Swimming in sanctity
A cacti bed leaves a prickly incision
Your dirt a bright red
Eroding face of fire
I take a picture
Drowning underwater
I'm taming metal beasts
And crashing desert
The lyrics of Tamaryn's song "Metal Beasts" describe a journey of exploration and adventure throughout different locations, from flying in an "aluminum bird" to "taming metal beasts" and crashing through deserts. The singer describes feeling a sense of excitement and accomplishment for being able to restore and reshape objects, such as fixing "tin can wings" and "reshaping steel." She mentions encountering moments of solitude and loneliness, such as in the streets of Paris where the statues appear taunting and the city appears lonely. However, throughout the journey, the singer continues to take photographs, capture memories, and connect with her surroundings.
One way to interpret these lyrics is to view it as a metaphor for personal growth and self-discovery. The journey, though exciting, is also filled with many challenges and obstacles that the singer needs to overcome, such as cutting her fingers and crashing through deserts. However, these experiences help her grow and transform, as she learns to connect with herself and her surroundings in new ways. The vivid imagery throughout the song also represents the importance of embracing new experiences and taking risks to explore and grow.
Line by Line Meaning
I fly from city to cities
I travel frequently from one urban area to another.
Aluminum bird
I fly in a plane made of aluminum.
Hide behind the sunset
I take cover and disappear from view when the sun sets.
I cut my fingers fixing tin can wings
I hurt myself when repairing the thin and flimsy wings of my aircraft.
Restoring its life
I am fixing my plane to make it airworthy again.
Sipping on mercury
I am consuming something toxic and dangerous.
My pet's edges
The sharp edges of my machine.
Are burning beside me
They are hot and uncomfortable when close to me while operating the plane.
Reshaping steel seems
It appears that I am modifying and molding metal structures.
Reflecting my chivalry
My actions and workmanship demonstrate my knightly and honorable qualities.
I touch the coastline
I have reached the shore and can feel the ground beneath my feet.
Feet dipping behind me
As I move forward, my feet leave a trail behind me.
Taste the salt on my skin
I can feel the salty air and sweat on my skin.
Watch it come over me
I observe the beauty of the scenery around me.
I take a picture
I capture a moment in time with my camera.
Drowning underwater
I am submerged and surrounded by water.
I'm taming metal beasts
I am controlling and managing machines made of metal.
And crashing desert
I am creating chaos and destruction in the arid and barren land.
Screaming bullet
My aircraft is moving fast and making loud noises.
I'm speeding beside you
I am traveling at a high velocity next to someone or something.
Tied upon your path
I am restrained and confined to a particular course or direction.
quiet the mountain sleeps
The mountain is undisturbed and peaceful.
Now it's silent
It is now quiet and still.
No one to side me
There is no one around to support or assist me.
Through the blurring trees
I can see foliage that appears to be blending together and moving.
i spot varnished families
I notice shiny, polished groups of people.
A sunken armory
A submerged place where weapons are kept.
Shapes like a caste
The surroundings resemble a structure or system of social classes.
It was waiting int he river
Something was hidden or stored in the waterway.
Sinking in mystery
It is a mystery as to why or how something is sinking.
The streets of Paris are lonely and hiding
There is a feeling of isolation and concealment in the Parisian streets.
The face of its statues
The visages of its sculptures.
Are cold in their taunting me
The statues give off a hostile or mocking vibe.
I climb the mane of the cast iron lions
I ascend the massive structures of the lion sculptures made of cast iron.
they were spitting in the fountains
The lions were appearing to discharge liquid in the fountains.
Swimming in sanctity
I enter the water and feel a sense of purity and holiness.
A cacti bed leaves a prickly incision
The area covered in cacti is painful and leaves a visible wound.
Your dirt a bright red
The soil is a vibrant and noticeable hue.
Eroding face of fire
The surface is wearing away due to the intense heat.
Contributed by Bella R. Suggest a correction in the comments below.
LuxeXx
I like this woman's voice. Often times it has a really smooth, androgynous tone...
solitudefreak
So much beauty.
Ed Ortega
I fly from city to cities
Aluminum bird
Hide behind the sunset
I cut my fingers fixing tin can wings
Restoring its life
Sipping on mercury
My pet's edges
Are burning beside me
Reshaping steel seems
Reflecting my chivalry
I touch the coastline
Feet dipping behind me
Taste the salt on my skin
Watch it come over me
I take a picture
Drowning underwater
I'm taming metal beasts
And crashing desert
Screaming bullet
I'm speeding beside you
Tied upon your path
quiet the mountain sleeps
Now it's silent
No one to side me
Through the blurring trees
i spot varnished families
A sunken armory
Shapes like a caste
It was waiting int he river
Sinking in mystery
I take a picture
Drowning underwater
I'm taming metal beasts
And crashing desert
The streets of Paris are lonely and hiding
The face of it's statues
Are cold in their taunting me
I climb the mane of the cast iron lions
they were spitting in the fountains
Swimming in sanctity
A cacti bed leaves a prickly incision
Your dirt a bright red
Eroding face of fire
I take a picture
Drowning underwater
I'm taming metal beasts
And crashing desert
Lise Damsgaard Andersen
wow..