Mystery Odes

by Core of the Coalman

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Was Ist Das? wow, this one made me run over to my player to check who I was listening too. walls of glistening noise guitar leaking through beautiful melodies while amazing vocals filter through the wall. Beautiful and astonishing Favorite track: Annie on the Coast.
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First Rays 01:05
on the coast of Texas between Mobile and Galveston sandy gardens overgrown at the hacienda grown in the shape of a rose often a woman walks there in the garden all alone we pass upon the lime treed road and passing on the lime treed road we look at each other (we are both one great rose) since this woman is religious her clothes have no button holes two buttons are missing from my coat we have the same religion (which is one great rose)
Ancient Mammoth remain aloft let not thy eyelids drop though heavy let me keep the movement steady the footprints deep like roots that grow through rock and ice and growing warmer with ancient voice whose ringing out melts blocks of ice and melting dispels sleep you don't need food to preserve yourself you don’t need oxygen you don't need wealth you don't need gold you don’t need shells you just need health you just need health and calcium to fill the holes and turn to stone what once had soul ancient mammoth! fossil bird record player Pleistocene words
Echonoline 03:42
Drawing a line from an echo, I knew it wasn't mine, but it was my ardent hope that I might find its owner, that I might know where you come from.
Snow Song 04:56
Tennis Bat 04:36
there she goes she's playing tennis again with her bros from her band she's got the clothes her apron is made out of the sun and everything is in her command and we're all watching and we're all waiting and we're all hoping because we all love you she changes squares her leg grows long as an elephant she's up in front and slows down time and when it comes its like its hitting the sun a yellow bat with wings slowly starts its curved curved climb and we're all watching and we're all waiting and we're all hoping because we all love you
the fields the fields are cold the fields are cold and rainy all cats all cats are gray all cats are gray and grainy and my eyes are sort of blurry in my ears a flurry-ing from the snow-topped windy moor I don't want to be a bore but I wrote you something: "your frantic worrying… since we last spoke I grew a second skin and it changes color in sunlight just like a chameleon. And I am working on making recordings of the sun inside the glass beside my bedside by the sea where I don't live, you see?" No, you don't see. No you can't see. You can't see me. Dressed up as the field I lay back into the field and feel the sunlight on my face like a razor cutting lace it was sometime before last night we were crossing the woods in a sudden fright when a women with wooden arms raised a basket of dry leaves in a sign of alarm but you didn't see.
Thumbprint 03:01


Haze ballads written and performed by Jorge Boehringer on guitars, voice, amplifiers, and a suitcase full of miscellanea.

A special thanks to Willie Stewart for encouraging me to embrace my inner swamp.

Released by Insect Recordings May 2020.


released May 1, 2020

Core of the Coalman, Jorge Boehringer


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Core of the Coalman UK

Sound Artist, Noise Fanatic, Amp Worshiper,
Environmental Experimentalist, Music Composer:
(installations and ensembles or soloists
(with or without electronics [and/or computers])

Experimentalist exploring spatial listening, phenomenologies of temporality, and interaction with information and instruments in everyday life and dreams.
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