Autumnal

by Packwood

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Autumnal, the first of Packwood’s four part seasonal epic, Vertumnus, contemplates the concept of changeability, and what it means to fall. Elements of folk and chamber music – both instrumental and vocal - intertwine to create a rich, immersive reflection of Autumn. Moving between bright anticipation and shaded resolve, this first release of Vertumnus is an ode to Packwood’s previous work, and the beginning of a much grander story.

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released 01 March 2015

All songs written by Bayden Packwood Hine
Arrangements and orchestrations by Tilman Robinson
Vocal & choral arrangements by Miriam Crellin

Recorded by Simon Paul at Alan Eaton Studios, Melbourne as well in the Otway Ranges & Apollo Bay, Victoria, between March & December of 2014
Assistant Engineers - James Dinopolous and Alex Bingley at Alan Eaton Studios

Mixed and Mastered by Lachlan Carrick at Sing Sing Studios & Moose Mastering, Melbourne

Produced by Bayden Packwood Hine & Tilman Robinson

Artwork by Richey Beckett

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Folk musician Packwood creates stories that are at once intimate and as expansive as our place in the universe. Songs about our senses, our love, our world are awakened with sweeping arrangements, cinematic and clear. Packwood’s work is a poetical exploration that began in a rural Australian childhood – and arrives with an open and unnerving question: where are we headed? ... more

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Track Name: All Smoke Must Find Its Way Home
You could feel it start,
A shunt, a spark
A quick, racing heat.
Water, spitting from moss,
From peat,
Heat expanding,
Everything.

All smoke must find its way, find its way,
All smoke must find its way,
Find it’s way home.
All smoke must find its way, find its way,
All smoke must find its way,
Find its way home.

I floated up on
The edge of sight
A fleeting rushing thing.
A chance at love, at life –
At paradise, which ought to save me.

All smoke must find its way, find its way,
All smoke must find its way,
Find it’s way home.
All smoke must find its way, find its way,
All smoke must find its way,
Find its way home.

One full, growing orbit,
One full circle,
Moving out over ahead,
Circling round ancient,
Towers,
A storm, a song,
A bird.

All smoke must find its way, find its way,
All smoke must find its way,
Find it’s way home.
All smoke must find its way, find its way,
All smoke must find its way,
Find its way home.
Track Name: Before The Fall
I fumbled out
As the sun rose up
Soft dawn
So harsh
Against my heart
Numb faced
Angled down
With scraping feet

Splintered light
Bright but bleak
Sleek and narrowed
Bright as morning
Suspended light
Still as death

Some flood let-in
Then dried up quick
Forest floor
Once plump and thick
Sodden with life
With attachment
To stem, to branch
Now deadens sound

Splintered light
Bright but bleak
Sleek and narrowed
Bright as morning
Suspended light
Still as death

Buried under
Successive waves
Of bootprint
To linger on
Track Name: What I Want
Waves, on dark sea,
Soft, tidal, angles.
Rising, disappearing,
Swiftly as an idea.

Still against flux,
Hard against pull.
I don’t know what I want,
I just know that I do.

I don’t know what I want,
I just know that I do.
I don’t know what I want,
I just know that I do.

Floating down,
Some weaving, flaxen,
Auburn river gently
A pointed woven dream.

There must be some meaning,
Some hidden ‘told truth.
Give me any kind of reason,
To know what I do.

I don’t know what I want,
I just know that I do.
I don’t know what I want,
I just know that I do.
Track Name: Some Flood Let Out
Watch the seasons,
Cycle past,
Without ever,
Belonging to them.
A gaping hole,
Some flood let out,
No home, not here,
Not out, not in.

Watch the seasons cycle past
Without belonging to them
So terribly real in a world so false
Losing your colour, to out and all.

Feel the turn
Of memory
Spun into grain
Into touch, from longing
Wander down
Some path cut out
Of Breath, of stone
fingers reach out -

Watch the seasons cycle past
Without belonging to them
So terribly real in a world so false
Losing your colour, to out and all.
Track Name: ...and All Your Mistakes
In you’ve trod,
With mud on your boots.
With the shadows
Of leaves and roots.
And dim
Outlines of stains
from shallow
Pools
In which
You tripped
Fell and
Cursed.
Dragging your
Weight,
And all your
Mistakes.

There in the first light
It squeals and takes flight
The turn and the burn of
All things merry
And worms that would rather
Your skin be worms, too
A jumbled, heaving mess
And all your mistakes

I shield my eyes,
Against the setting sun.
My hair waving in the clouds,
Like thoughts, with their best place,
Being among shadows
Rather than long light rays.
A torrid, tightly wound thought,
And all your mistakes.