American Darling

by The Waking Life

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Written and recorded in various locations (Wilmington, Fayetteville, Raleigh, Asheville, NYC) from 2014-2016

Album cover is a photograph of Dave Cole's, Memorial Flag, 2005. Acrylic on panel with mixed media. Taken by Luis Adorno at 21c Museum Hotel in Durham, NC.

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released February 1, 2016

Luis Adorno- Acoustic guitar, electric guitar, chord organ, electric piano, synth, voice changer, tambourine, ukelele, harmonica,tremolo harmonica, drums, omnichord, bells, baoding balls, electric bass, whistle, wood block, xylophone, mbira, autoharp, giro, upright piano, grand piano, Indian banjo, MICRO, mandolin, Moog Theremini, field recordings,vocals, diddley bow, lyrics album/track photo
Emily Wiggins- Violin on "Non-Place"
Purring Tiger- MICRO on "All Or Everywhere"
SXNW- Electric guitar on "American Darling"
Austin Glover- Saxophone on "Digital Darwinism (Victims of Our Own Technology)" and "All Or Everywhere", violin on "Non-Place"
KD Cox- Moog theremini, wood block on "Digital Darwinsim (Victims Of Our Own Technology)
Samantha Lynn- electric bass on "Digital Darwinism (Victims Of Our Own Technology)" and "American Darling"
Subterrene- modular synth on "Non-Place"
Rhianna Sloan- vocals, lyrics on "Meadow"
Jane Durden- album art
Michael Thomas- melodica on "Non-Place"
Sara Caye- banjo, jaw harp on "The Dimming Divide"
Carl Kruger- monotron micro synth on "Gallery I (Intro)" and "All Or Everywhere"

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The Waking Life Wilmington, North Carolina

Waking (adj.)-Marked by full consciousness, awareness, and alertness.

The Waking Life is the creation of Wilmington based multi instrumentalist and visual artist Luis Adorno. Drawing inspiration from multiple styles and genres to create sprawling instrumental pieces. Often collaborating with other local musicians. ... more

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Track Name: Big Sky Daydream//All Or Everywhere
A southern Socrates tried
to open our eyes.
We hung him from an ancient oak tree.
Down here some old habits never die.

Big sky....this must be a daydream...
Big sky....poetical idea pink...
Big sky...flowering overhead...
Must be a day dream
It must be a daydream(x3)

Big sky...their hatred is perfect.
Big sky...like a shining diamond...
Big sky...my mind is scattered like ashes...
Dancing in the clouds...Manchester...
My head is a flower...

Big sky...this must be a daydream...

Down here some old habits never die.
Big sky...this must be a daydream...
Big sky...some old habits never die...

You can never die...you can never die...
You can never die...no you can never die....
You can never die...you can never die...
This must be a daydream...(x4)

Big sky...
Big sky...my mind is scattered like ashes...big sky...
Big sky...

A southern Socrates tried
to open our eyes....
We hung him from an ancient oak tree
Down here some old habits
never die...

You can never die...
You can never die...
Big sky...big sky...
This must be a daydream...
Oh this must be a daydream...
Must be a daydream...
This must be a daydream...
This must be a daydream...
Track Name: Meadow
Im sorry I never lost my mind,
while you just laid there screaming.
In meadows lost and bound in time,
there was no final healing. (x2)

The roots will take me back my love
I'll start at the beginning.
As soft as earth and wrapped in vine
I see there is no winning.

Im sorry I never lost my mind,
while you just laid there screaming.
In meadows lost and bound in time,
there was no final healing.(x2)

Im sorry I never lost my mind,
while you just laid there screaming. (x2)
Track Name: The Dimming Divide
The smooth soul.
Before we left
we turned.

I couldnt recall
the intent of my action.
Back to the fire.
Ecstasy into the world!
What does that girl of
peace and love
care for the atom bomb?
The sun after so long
We saw HOPE in giant white letters
sprawled across the lawn

Life is subtle
Like an open book
Krishna lay face down
upon the living room floor.
a long
contemplative silence
washed over the room.
I shook uncontrollably

A White Elephant
appeared to me
He said
Young man you cant
chase enlightenment and glory.
Split your mothers side.
To be a vision in my mind.
Is this a mirage?
Or is this real life?
the dimming divide makes
it so hard to tell

We're all just
drops of water in the air
propelled..
to such great heights.
Back to the ocean
one day we reunite,
and if you cant step in
the same ocean twice,
how will we know when
we get there?

Time burns slow
sittin on the dock.
Endless echo...
And through the fire andsmoke
I saw the Figure 5 in Gold.
And our minds were elsewhere...
Track Name: Digital Darwinism (Victims Of Our Own Technology)
I spend my days burning away my brain cells
But I read on the side so its ok.
Pick it up and start from any page.
Doesn't matter.
It all comes full circle anyway.

And I take all songs
as thinly veiled critiques
Its all about transitions and transgressions.
Maybe its cause Im so damn generic.
The thought is enlightening and sickening.

Puking up rotten sonnets
even Neko Case knows (x2)
Im no miracle.
No I'm no miracle.

Only $5 for eternal peace.
Beaded bracelets, museum streets.
Work smoothly. Washington DC.
These colors deceive continuously.
Maybe I sold my soul that day.
She had that sad girl face.
Or am I lucky like she say?
Harp music lead me away.
Delirious...

Puking up rotten sonnets
even Neko Case knows
Im no miracle (x2)

Maybe I sold my soul that day.
Or am I lucky like she say?

I know, Ive been told
That true art yields true experience
I know, Ive been told
That this will be the death of distance
I know, Ive been told
False art yields false experience
I know, Ive been told
We're victims of our own technology

Puking up rotten sonnets
even Neko Case knows....

That I'm no miracle....

I know, Ive been told
That true art yields true experience
I know, Ive been told
That this will be the death of distance
I know, Ive been told
False art yields false experience
I know, Ive been told
We're victims of our own technology


Look into your own mind...
Look into your own mind...
Look into your own mind...
Look into your own mind...