The Northern State

by Jordie Saenz

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Recorded in the closet of a one-bedroom apartment using borrowed equipment and cheap instruments, The Northern State is an exploration of the visceral and the contemplative.

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released November 11, 2016

Music / Lyrics / Production :: Jordie Saenz
Mastering :: Casey Lagos

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With hushed vocals and fingerpicked strings over ambient soundscapes and baroque-influenced compositions, Jordie Saenz marries traditional folk elements with modern music. Combining philosophy, religious symbolism, and personal experience, his lyrics guide the listener to contemplative and introspect states of mind. ... more

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Track Name: The Northern State
If I end up in Chicago,
it would be for you.

If I wake up where I've always been,
I wake up for you.

If I don't wake up at all,
then I'll be with you.

If we end up in the northern state,
I end up with you.

If we wake up in the same old place,
I wake up with you.

If we don't wake up at all,
I'm alive with you.
Track Name: Mortification of Sin
I'm weeding out
the death in me,
and killing all
my enemies.

I wield this sword
for victory;
I'm waging war
on what's unseen.

But God, my chest would like to think
there's still a heart of stone in me.
And though my mortal flesh is weak,
the son of man's alive in me,
and he will kill what's killing me.

So beat your ploughshares into swords,
and consecrate yourselves for war
against the men you were before,
who were crucified and are no more.

But God, my chest would like to think
there's still a heart of stone in me.
And though my mortal flesh is weak,
the son of man's alive in me.

Though I've sabotaged those dear to me,
and torched all that's in my vicinity,
though I've caused a cosmic mutiny,
I partake in this divinity.

Though I've flirted with futility,
and kissed the lips on infidelity,
though I'm drenched in my depravity,
I partake in this divinity.
Track Name: Unwrap (Receive)
Before the brontide,
the petrichor left you petrified.
You push away precipitate.

You're drawn to drought and dry ground,
but douse and downburst drown your doubt.
Abnegate or acclimate.

Don't run away from this,
don't leave another gift unwrapped.
You were made to be loved.
Quit clenching up your fists,
with open palms and open lips, understand:
you were made to be loved.

We circumnavigate
still-life, manmade waterways
where the spirit speaks my name.

The Beaufort breaks now
and all the weathervanes are down.
Abnegate or acclimate.
Track Name: The Greyest Bed
You spend Christmas
weeping, tripping
over footsteps,
over bones.

I spent New Year's Eve in London,
watched as drunkards sunk a boat.

And so you choked,
and shook our hands.
Each word you spoke,
could break a man.

You felt honest for a moment.
Honesty said, "Leave your home."

You were blinded,
left behind your
royal highness
at the throne.

And so you choked,
and shook our hands.
Each word you spoke,
could break a man.

And you sleep in the greyest bed, while I sleep alone instead.
Track Name: Fatal Friend
Oh my fatal friend,
your words are bittersweet.
They loom above my head,
like a guillotine.

You will be the death of me.

Oh my bloody covenant,
shall I drink you in
with a brutal elegance
as a sacrament?

This will be the death of me.
This will bruise my heel / my feet.