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Queen of Eyes

by West of Roan

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1.
The Bell 03:36
there is water under the mountain her eye is open, her eye is clear sister find me, sister keep me fed ring the bell, ring the bell, ring the bell true and clear come in from the fields, from the wars, ring the bell men come in from the fields, from the wars, ring the bell men come in, ring the bell, ring the bell sister find me, sister keep me fed
2.
the fields have greened and the blossoming the fields have greened and the blossoming, blossoming join our hands together now, here among the fields feed us feed us bread of life feed us feed us body of mine feed us feed us mother water and wine feed us one more year around the dead have lain beneath this ground and they gather us in as we gather all around gather me in, gather me in gather us in, gather us in we come upon ourselves here among the dead we know feed us feed us bread of life feed us feed us body of mine feed us feed us mother water and wine feed us one more year around gather us in, gather us in, gather us in, gather us in gather us in, gather us in lift our faces to the sun, gather in the light feed us feed us bread of life feed us feed us body of mine feed us feed us mother water and wine feed us one more year around feed us one more year around
3.
The Mountain 03:42
when I’m born they take my eyes, put in two of clay when I’m old enough they will take my tongue and put in one of stone you don’t know my name, you call me maiden it’s a long long way to the mountain a thousand years have passed and gone and now our time as come take off the crown throw it down at her feet come with me to the mountain X3 the mountain holds us deep inside under dark and stone and under all her buried eyes, her heart is waiting come with me to the mountain X3 and let her take you and let her make you as I have been made as I am made come with me to the mountain X3
4.
I saw a white crow on a tree down down it looked at me it said my girl lay down your head and sleep, sleep when I awoke the blood red sun rise rise in the morning it said my girl you must me going the birds they are a crowin’ who do I listen to in these woods oh, oh, who do I listen to in these woods I hear my own heart beating
5.
walk around my body three times say the words you learned from your father if you don’t remember, sing sing to me sing sing to me lay the roses on my body so that I can find my way I’m not dying, I’m just sick and sad and I must go away for a while in the dark forest where she waits the queen she wears a long gown of eyes she eats my body every time it’s the only way I come back alive on her waist she wears a silver key and my ribs meet to make a door walk around my body three times eat the roses of my heart I know you remember the words they come to you as birds sing sing to me sing sing to me sing sing to me sing sing to me
6.
come all you fair and tender maids who flourish in your prime beware beware if your garden is fair let no one steal your thyme let no one steal your thyme for when your thyme it is passed and gone they’ll care no more for you and every place that your thyme was waste, will grow all o’er with rue will grow all o’er with rue the gardner’s son he was passing by three flowers he gave to me the pink the blue and the violet true and the red red rosy tree, the red red rosy tree but I refused the red rose bush and gained the willow tree that all the world will plainly see how my love slighted me how my live slighted me
7.
Gentian 04:55
tell me your name tell me your lie tell me the color of my true love’s eye blue as the sea blue as the corn blue as the baby that never will be born oh, oh you plant the corn i’ll call the sheep in from the hillside where they gather and bleat gather them in gather them in fill me a bale of thistle down i’ll spin, i’ll spin, i’ll spin until blue as the sea blue as your eye blue as, blue as the day blue as the day blue as the deep cut me a shirt from the fleece of the sheep cut me the cloth cut me the blue and I’ll know, and I’ll know cut me, and I’ll know blue grows the gentian on the bank blue grows the gentian on the bank
8.
Bright 05:07
I am asking all you mothers of mine where’s the story of your body like mine? there’s a woman standing waist deep in the sand and the river around her there’s gold in her hair and her long fingers they move the water underneath her body’s a fish and she moves through the rushes she says, “oh my daughter, all I had is dead and gone there’s a cave inside me where the dead will rise up in song there’s a cave inside me, there’s a light inside me but I’m gone” I am asking where goes the wind in darkness where goes my body when the light’s gone away I’ve been listening, I’ve been listening but the silence surrounds me. The heart yearns for love and the body for home mine yearns for deeper water still where your dark souls they are waiting to cross the river full and bright. You were buried a long long time ago they took your tongue they drank your secrets down and your silver knife they kept it for their own Oh can you hear me, I am calling for you, and all of you We crawl into the laurel again we cry and cry and cry and cry and in the silence that comes after the brightness of the brightness of the sky
9.
10.
They come to me at night in the dark when I’m asleep they say, “come away, away and down away and down” we go together to the forest I see her running in the dark the leaves move behind her as she runs her feet fall quiet on the ground the river’s dry I will not cross she takes my hand and we go in I know where we are from dreams, I know the river remembers my name all the water in my body come through my eyes all the water in my body come through my eyes all the water, make a river away and down all the water in my body come through, come through the winged ones circle overhead the night turns round round and round her body is made of water now her body is made of eyes the lady drags the empty bed the winged ones call, “loo lay ay loo” she pushes all her fingers down into the mud loo lay ay loo all the water in my body come through my eyes all the water in my body come through my eyes all the water make a river away and down all the water, all the water all the water in my body come through, come through
11.
Tones 00:59
12.
The Beran 05:32
the Beran fly low, low and dark they call in my own tongue, but I don’t speak this language they are the ones who carry, bear me away they open up the door come through come through there lies the door to the forest of my heart green grows the rose and thorn, long and left alone and when I pass through, I’ll be walking til dawn the Beran flying with me, they bear the night their faces are my family, you and you oh all the lost are found again, here inside the night I will call them mother, mother dear oh, mother find me now, find me she will call her daughter, lily-o how will I find you in the dark, with all your petals closed? we must be waiting for the day to come the day to save us all again, oh my lily-o we will do as mothers do and sing for our dead the Beran show me how to spread the salt upon the stone we weep we sing and lift our hands, open now and open wide for every sound on every earth pass through pass through Now I will carry my own body through the swamp and onto dry land so light in my hands. I can see the door from the forest of my heart rose oh rose will bloom again, thorn will bring the blood and when I pass through, I will greet the dawn no need to turn back again, I can hear them sing
13.
we will write a song by all the light that’s left to carry on our tongues the dying of the day and through the rising year we’ll bear within our hearts the flame that we kept going in the quiet of that dark sing, sing a song of living through the dying of the day in shadow of the embers we kept a living light and cradle in our arms now the fire that will light make the bed, now I lay me down bend the branch and bend the bow willow rock me, the wind will be my mother and your arms will hold me in the dying of the day sing, sing a song of living through the dying of the day we will write a song by all the light that’s left to carry on our tongues the dying of the day

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The songs and stories here come from time spent in collective imagination, and from journeys to our inner worlds and under worlds. We seek to simultaneously discover and create a place of story, song, archetype, and image: in this landscape we explore how our own yearnings, wounds, and creations relate to and resonate with other people, and with larger social and cultural movements and patterns.

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To write the songs on their second album Annie Schermer and Channing Showalter, who record together under the name West of Roan (members of Doran), spent time in collective imagination, journeying to their respective inner worlds and under worlds. As they simultaneously discovered and created a psychic landscape of story, song, archetype, and image, a figure emerged: the Queen of Eyes. Lending her name to the collection of myths they composed, the Queen of Eyes is a god of doorways and portals, a god of seeing in the dark and in dreams, a saint of weeping in sorrow or in joy. She served as their guide as the duo navigated personal and cultural grief and shame to summon sparse yet richly evocative songs that serve as beacons of human truth and vulnerability through wounds and experiences of perfectionism, dominance, colonization, and capitalism. The original songs on Queen of Eyes—which are rooted in ancient archetypes and draw from the wellspring of traditional music and all of its humanity, emotion, and history—are a deeply resonant balm for a fractured culture, a bridge across the void, a solace for listener and singer alike.

Schermer and Showalter recorded Queen of Eyes themselves, in a small one-room, off-grid cabin on Waldron Island off the coast of Washington State. They ran their ear trumpet condenser microphone off an extension cord connected to the main source of solar power. This recording session—with one microphone, one computer, one cord, and one bench the two sat on—captures the emotional intimacy of their music, along with occasional pops from the fire that heated the cabin, instrument creaks, and breathing sounds. This feels especially fitting for West of Roan’s approach; when you hear them sing you get the sense that they are first singing for and to each other, and emboldened by each other’s presence, together they make their offering to you, the listener.

Queen of Eyes opens with “The Bell,” a song that emerged from the duo’s conversations about gods of loss and ancestral wounds, texts about the Sumerian underworld demon-goddess Ereshkigal, and while living through a pandemic and forest fires that filled the air of their homeland with smoke. With its fiddle and harmonium drone and close harmony, the song is an invocation calling for healing, searching, and nourishment. The duo intones with a clarity of vision: “Sister find me/Sister keep me fed,” as if asking it of each other. Relationships on Queen of Eyes are familial—brothers, daughters, mothers and fathers, echoing the close-knit friendship of the duo, their songwriting practice, and overarching ethos.

Channing wrote the title track “Queen of Eyes” in a time called darkness or mental illness, realizing that she needed to fully enter the underworld and give herself over to the forces that reign there, instead of hiding from them. She says, “I imagine a sick bed, where one is walking around their beloved and singing. There are roses in the room.” The song was inspired by Georgian “Batonebo” songs which call the “angels of sickness” out from the body, releasing a child from illness. In this case, the angel is the Queen of Eyes. “In the dark forest where she waits/The queen she wears a long gown of eyes/She eats my body every time it’s the only way I come back alive/On her waist she wears a silver key and my ribs meet to make a door.”

While tracks like “The White Crow” have the symbolic transcendence of a much older ballads, “Let No One Steal Your Thyme,” also known as “The Sprig of Thyme,” or “Let No Man Steal Your Thyme” is the lone traditional song on the album. West of Roan’s arrangement, with its harmonies and softly finger-picked guitar, is inspired by the singing of British folk singer Anne Briggs, and listeners will also hear traces of influence from Silly Sisters’ June Tabor and Maddy Prior, 60s duo Kathy and Carol, contemporary Irish folk band Lankum, and writers Clarissa Pinkola Estes and Ursula Le Guin across the record.

Queen of Eyes culminates with “By All The Light,” which Annie wrote for Channing on her birthday, just a few days before the COVID-19 lockdowns in the United States. The song, which feels like both a promise made to each other and a lesson imparted, became something of an anthem for the duo through those difficult years, and continues to provide solace for living in beauty and difficulty at the same time: “Sing, sing a song of living through the dying of the day.” It’s a fitting and hopeful end for this warm and vulnerable album, manifesting a new reality for themselves, each other, and the world.

"West of Roan does their weaving work slowly, which is the real way that workings are woven in deeply. Enchanting repetition and riddles, they stretch out spaces inside of familiar language and create new openings for us to move through."
- Laurel Premo

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released July 12, 2024

All songs written by West of Roan, except “Let No One Steal Your Thyme,” traditional, arr. West of Roan. Also known as “The Sprig of Thyme,” “Let No Man Steal Your Thyme.” Inspired by the singing of Anne Briggs.

Mixed by West of Roan and Joseph “joebass” Dejarnette at Studio 808A
Mastered by Joseph “joebass” DeJarnatte at Studio 808A
Recorded by West of Roan on a single mic in an off-grid cabin on Waldron Island, WA
Cover art and design by Sarah Bachman
Released by SPINSTER 2024

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West of Roan Washington

We are multi-media performance artists drawing inspiration from old myths and legends of searching, transformation, death, love, birth. We make puppet shows and sing songs old and new.

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