Tyler Butler – Cradle Robber b/w Bury Me In The Garden

The balladeer of our bitter winds, Tyler fucking Butler. He is back. Butler remains the lyricist par excellence. “Cradle Robber” is fair warning that you husbands out there better not let this handsome devil around your wife. Our protagonist softly celebrates the excitement of reaping where he does not sow, if I may speak so euphemistically. Butler brings together the space and meaning of the cradle robber’s act so clearly when he says of his mistress’ cuckold: “he lays to sleep against your back, my child swells against your stomach.” Natal imagery is no stranger in the Tyler Butler lyrical oeuvre. It takes a different shape in “Bury Me In The Garden.” Here our protagonist and his darling are now well past their fecund years, but a new more naturalistic birth is possible upon the singer’s death. The darling that survives him is commissioned to plant cooking herbs and ivy on top the grave. She can ingest these herbs while the ivy wraps around the house and into their bedroom. Her lover’s materiality, imbued with his presence, imbues her space and self. We have here a modern funereal myth, if I may now speak so disenchantingly. It is a story of return that slakes the reaper’s cruel separation. It is possibly Butler’s most engrossing and spiritual love song to date. Anyone who’s known absolute love knows that death becomes a different thought in its consuming wake. Songs like this, reminiscent of Iron & Wine’s “Naked As We Came,” rise up to deal with this dizzying thought of separation. Kudos, Butler. You are a poet. As such, these songs deserve to be rendered here in full:

Bury Me In The Garden

When I’m gone my darling
gonna bury me in the garden
lay my weary head under the soil.
Raise a crop above me
of cooking herbs and ivy.
I will climb my way back to our loving home

Stay with my darling
embrace me in darkness
hold me until the morning breaks the sky.
Stay with me darling
enfold me in silence
I knew nothing until you held me in your arms

When I’m gone my darling
gonna bury me in the garden
and lay my weary head under the soil.
My body has been borrowed
from the earthworm and the sparrow.
I am everything that cycles and returns.

Stay with my darling
embrace me in darkness
hold me until the morning breaks the sky.
Stay with me darling
enfold me in silence
we are young and we are years away from gone.

When I’m gone my darling
gonna bury me in the garden
lay my weary head under the soil.
Raise a crop above me
of cooking herbs and ivy.
I will climb my way back to our loving home

Cradle Robber

I want to steal you from your man
take you far away
and build a home up in the forest
lay to sleep on your breast

So hide the things we do at night
your husband drinks in the town
I cross the long fields and pastures
find you working in the yard

I want to steal you from your man
he lays to sleep against your back
my child swells against your stomach
a raven tangle of wind

So hide the things we do alone
I press my lips on your skin
and sing a song of the forest
I am the egg theif, the cradle robber

Jammingcues’ 2012 Favourites

I thought that I hadn’t listened to enough music this year to justify a list, or at least not enough current music, or at least not enough current Canadian music, or at least not enough current Canadian music that was on this blog. Despite myself, I dug into a lot of great stuff this year.

Links to original reviews will be hyperlinked.

What follows is not in any order whatsoever.

The Betrayers – Treat Me Mean EP

Travis Bretzer – Making Love

Renny Wilson – Sugarglider

Wand – Mt. St. Helen’s

Tyler Butler – Violence

Jon Mick – Beard Milk

Mac Demarco – Rock and Roll Night Club

Expwy – Bag of Waters

COUSINS – The Palm at the End of the Mind

Freak Heat Waves – s/t

Feral Children – SunSon

Brenna Lowrie – The Body Electric

Knots – White River, White Lies

Jesse Northey and Doug Hoyer – Signs of Life (single)

will scott – …recordings

The Cable-knits – Twins

Nick Everett – Rocky Top

Field + Stream – s/t

Michael Rault – Whirlpool

Catgut – Fightpicker

Help – A Viper in the Mind

ARGUE JOB’S BEST OF 2012

With great difficulty I limited this list to only 20 Canadian entries, all of which have corresponding arguejob.com posts from sometime this year. It was another brilliant year for Canadian music. Thanks for reading, friends of our radio show, The Ongoing Argument, and friends of Argue Job the Blog.

The other contributors may put together their own lists too, which we will of course host here, so keep your eye out for that!

*Ordering by numbered rank is as obscene as it is arbitrary, in this writer’s opinion. These top 20 picks for 2012 are simply alphabetized. Click to be taken to the review and the full streaming album.

Balacade – Malaise Era

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Christian Hansen – C’mon Arizona

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Ghibli – Rare Pleasures

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Jordan Klassen – Kindness EP

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Khyber Compilation Volume II

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Knots – White River of White Lies

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Little Chords – Afterlife

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Matthew A. Wilkinson – Post-Namers

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Mike Tod & The Buffalo Lake Kid – Live

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Needles//Pins – 12:34

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OUTTACONTROLLER – Don’t Play Dumb

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Paul Stewart – Permanence

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Renny Wilson – “Sugarglider

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Teapot Hill – Night Night Rock

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The Strumbellas – My Father, The Hunter

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The Utilities – Flint

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Tops – Tender Opposites

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Travis Bretzer – Making Love

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Tyler Butler – Violence

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You’ll Never Get To Heaven – S/T

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From Elsewhere:
Devon Sproule – I Love You, Go Easy
Kendrick Lamar – good kid, m.A.A.d city
Little Wings – Black Grass
Mount Eerie – Clear Moon
Perfume Genius – Put Your Back N 2 It

Record-I-missed-when-it-came-out-but-couldn’t-stop-listening-to-all-year:
Dog Day – Night Group

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Tyler Butler – Violence

One of my favourite records of the year, Violence is wrought with the noble ideals you look for in honest country songs. Butler’s newest record is something like sitting by a fire, your face warm and your back is cold.