Crystal Bright & the Silver Hands

by Crystal Bright and the Silver Hands

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Debut album by Crystal Bright & the Silver Hands
Photography by Rusty McDonald (DividingMe Photography)

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released 27 June 2010

Crystal Bright: Vocals, Keyboard, Accordion, Saw, Hank drum, percussion, melodica, concertina
Diego Diaz: guitars
Peter Lewis: Drum kit
Charles Kurtz: Bass
Taylor Bays: Glockenspiel, guitar, various

Tracks 1 and 2 recorded and mixed by David Moore
Tracks 3 - 5 recorded by David Lambert
Tracks 6 - 8 recorded by the Dotmatrix Project

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Crystal Bright and the Silver Hands Greensboro, North Carolina

Crystal's songs heavily incorporate her educational background in Anthropology and Ethnomusicology and her experiences playing in groups that have varied from Mariachi, Chinese, Balinese Gamelan, Samba, to Ugandan ensembles.
"This is what it would sound like if Kate Bush were to genetically fuse with Danny Elfman and Dresden Dolls in some strange biological experiment."
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Track Name: Little Match Girl
Out in the woods she lived all alone.
Half penny there for a match she could sell for a full penny here.
A crust of bread, no shoes, or pillow for her head.

Out in the streets she begged all alone.
Soft dreams fade out, hard dreams stay true,
so, what could she do...
her toes, her legs, her arms and fingers blue.

Nobody's there for her in the cold dark night.
The first match burnt bright, with no wood or sight
of color in her face.
A fantasy, a tree, the love of her life.

Cold and blue, a star falls like the snowflakes in her hair.
Hopeless now she dies and lies so still,
and she'll never know what she
is capable of making and breaking
cause there will be no tomorrow
there will be no tomorrow
Track Name: Toy Hammer
In step with the bellows of a strange kind of sound
the clock keeps on ticking, but you won't turn around,
you won't turn around.
Inside of the belly of a strange kind of house,
lies the stink of formaldehyde and warm cherry pie
dripping down my thighs.

Around, around, around, they taunt me, they touch me.
Waiting, waiting, waiting, ghosts in the corridor, ghosts in the corridor
Wading, wading, wading through haunted riffs of past lives.
Unfinished thoughts, unfinished wants...

It's hard to imagine all the tools that you brought
to help with the surgery that's got me so distraught
and opened up my heart,
but they won't fix a thing, if you don't keep them clean.
Stop drawing up the blue prints and hand them all to me.
Step aside and see....

Unfinished thoughts, unfinished wants...
are free.
Track Name: Lollipop
There once was a lollipop that said "don't eat me now."
There once was a lollipop that said "don't eat me now,"
and I said "why? You god bellow as though you are the sacrifice."

"I bleed green champagne and rhythm. I bleed green champagne and rhythm.
Most hard liquid would hide under soft nuts,
but during the most circumstantial times one must circumcise his lust.
Listen to the story of how I was born on a couch.
Listen to how I came about...
A brilliant beach fire, under the porcelain, ferocious ocean two broken laughing men bathed in a pool of Miss Magic Ocean's celebrated red sisterly stream. One said, 'Learn to wear velvet. The sex is good, but I can't stand seeing you in corduroy.'"

There once was a lollipop that said "Don't eat me now!"
with long girly eyelashes and deeply insane.
Track Name: Hipbone to the Head
I once fell off a train with nothing left to gain but a hipbone to my head.
Slippin down the cracks of another sidewalk under-standing next to you,
eating dandelion leaves to understand the depths of you.
Ants crawl down my face, bringing me crumbs for the day I wake again.

I once fell off a train with nothing left gain but a hipbone to my head.
Slippin through the dirt instead of oil from your dirty motives,
itching from the scratches from the roots that bind my feet and ground me.
Ants crawl down my face, bringing me crumbs for the day I wake again.