Death & Transfiguration

by Gus Englehorn

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Gus Englehorn is an Alaskan singer-songwriter based in the Province of Québec. His surreal stories, sometimes sung from the perspective of his autistic brother, span topics from broken collarbones to hellish walks in the Okavango Dyke Swarm to out of body experiences.

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released January 24, 2020

Composer Lyricist: Gus Englehorn
Associated Performer, Vocals, Guitar, Acoustic Guitar, Bass Guitar, Background Vocalist: Gus Englehorn
Associated Performer, Drums, Bass Guitar, Background Vocalist: Estée Preda
Associated Performer, Bass Guitar: Alex Ouzilleau
Associated Performer, Violin: Margaux Sauvé
Associated Performer, Background Vocalist: Julie Vandal
Studio Personnel, Recording Engineer, Mixer: Alex Ouzilleau

Mastered by Philip Gosselin at Le Lab Mastering
Album Cover Photo by Ariane Moisan

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Gus Englehorn was born in Homer, Alaska. He now resides in the country side of Québec.

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Track Name: My Own Paradise
Those who have heard the holy word
The holy spirit and those who fear it
Get me out of here

There on a string of islands
The scent of roses gathered in the air
Beware the spacious entrance

There are some things that are worse but not that many
The year that grandpa went to heaven you left the town again
Oh what big shoes to fill

Get me out of here

We gathered in the valley
In the valley darkness gathered all around us
Behold the narrow path

There are some things I deserve but not that many
All those years in the belly of the seven you brought me back again

Oh what a bitter pill

Get me out of here

My own paradise
My own paradise

No I don't want yours

My own paradise
My own paradise

So get me out of here
So get me out of here
Track Name: Stay Little
An idea for a video
A piece of plexiglass with a camera behind it
And you put dirt and other objects on the glass
And there is a man in white pants leaning against a telephone pole blowing up balloons

And it's about how much you want to feel it
And it's about how much you need to feel it
And it's about somewhere in between it
Their expressions there reveal it

I want to stay down inside my house
Stay inside and never go out

Stay little
Stay little
Stay little
Stay little
Stay little
Stay little
Stay little
Stay little

An idea for a video
Two cops on stake out
And one says to the other ''Watch that man''
And then the camera pans and you're in a little girl's birthday party and she is just brushing her hair in the mirror

And it's about how much you need to feel it
And it's about how much you try and feel it
And it's about how much you want to feel it
And it's about how much you have to feel it

I want to stay down inside my hometown
Stay anonymous and never get famous

Stay little
Stay little
Stay little
Stay little
Stay little
Stay little
Stay little
Stay little

An idea for a video
Track Name: Patty Sees Her Soul
Do do do you have to see it
With your own eyes to believe it

Do do do you really mean it
When you say you don't believe it

Ride our bikes out through the night
Everybody says it's right
Everybody says it's paradise

Digging holes in our best clothes
Fill them back up straight as arrows
Everybody knows we found paradise

She never really ever really
Never really ever really
Never really ever really
Never really ever really thought of it before
Thought of it before
Now Patty sees her soul
Yeah now Patty sees her soul

Ha ha ha ha holidays are on their way to where I can't say
Tossed and turned the night away
The shadows play we hit the hay

And when I slept so late at night
Of it I dreamt not imprecise but of the clearest paradise
And now I really want to go but they say it's wise to go slow
And everybody knows it's good advice

She never really ever really
Never really ever really
Never really ever really
Never really ever really thought of it before
Thought of it before
Now Patty sees her soul
Yeah now Patty sees her soul

Patty sees her soul
Patty sees her soul
Patty sees her soul
Patty sees her soul
Patty sees her soul
Patty sees her soul
Patty sees her soul
Track Name: Okavanga
I was walking by the Okavanga Dyke Swarm
There were dogs chasing leopards and hunting them down and
I was walking by the winding river I was curious
The alligators' breeding pit was empty and abandoned

I was walking by the Okavanga Dyke Swarm
When deep in the desert I came upon a stream
To keep warm my eyes see want they want to see
When my eyes see what they want to see

Hell
Hell
Hell
Hell

I was walking by the Okavanga Dyke Swarm
The day decayed by five and the night came alive
The cannonball manufactures the leather wings of the New Jersey Devil and the packs of dogs that track them.
Track Name: Dead Swan
A dead swan looked down at me
I could see through a hole in his wing
Turned his head began to sing
Ahh ahh ahh ah ahh ahh ahh aha aha

But it was just a dream
When I wake up and scream
And until my dreams are still
I do not decide
How to say goodnight
How to say goodnight

A dead swan looked down at me
I could hear every word through his teeth
Turned me there his violent stare
Now im rolling on the river but the ferry isn't free

But it was just a dream
When I wake up and scream
And until my dreams are still
I do not decide
How to say goodnight
How to say goodnight
Track Name: Visions
Living in the relative ease
Of affluence
It's a breeze
To breathes to be me

But lately I've been longing to believe
My whole life
Is just one
Big bad dream

I'll come back again
I'll find out the truth in the end
I'll see far into the past
I'll find out the truth at last
I'll watch all the years go by
And I swear nothing else catches my eye
And I'll see far into the past
Then I'll find out the truth at last

Thinking of the great mystery
While old Johnny works
and as he does he sings
But lately I've been longing to believe
Like old Johnny who tends the fence
Around the grounds

I'll come back again
I'll find out the truth in the end
I'll see far into the past
I'll find out the truth at last
I'll watch all the years go by
And I swear nothing else catches my eye
And I'll see far into the past
Then I'll find out the truth at last

That everybody's better than me
That everybody's better than me
That everybody's longing to believe
That everybody's better than me
And that's it
Track Name: Collarbone
You broke my collarbone I said ''aaahaaa''
Cut my finger to the bone I said '' aaahaaa''
And I saw a vision of your face floating by
You broke my collarbone I said ''uhmmm''

And it got me
Thinking about
Thinking about
Thinking about
Thinking about
Thinking about
Thinking about
Thinking about
Thinking about you

You broke my collarbone I said ''aaahaaa''
You walked out and never came home I said ''aaahaaa''
Then I thought I saw you standing there
Underneath the eave

You broke my collarbone I said ''uhmmm''

And it got me
Thinking about
Thinking about
Thinking about
Thinking about
Thinking about
Thinking about
Thinking about
Thinking about you

Again and
Again and
Again and
Again and
Again and
Again and
Again and

I keep
Thinking about
Thinking about
Thinking about
Thinking about
Thinking about
Thinking about
Thinking about
Thinking about you
Track Name: Johnny Colt
Johnny Colt's arms rest folded tight across his chest lips blue and he doesn't move

Another one gone last night who didn't put up much a fight
Well that's the price you pay for being cool

And everyone that knew him they only thought they knew him
But no one really ever had a clue

So Johnny Colt's arms rest folded tight across his chest lips blue and he doesn't move

He crawled out of his own skin
Said he been in there for a long time
Said he was so glad
Just the see the sun

Johnny Colt's arms rest folded tight across his chest lips blue and he doesn't move

Thin they called him matchstick boy, played with him like a toy
They found out no one really is immune

And everyone that knew him they only thought they knew him
But he was only ever passing through

Johnny Colt's arms rest folded tight across his chest lips blue and he doesn't move

He crawled out of his own skin
Said he been in there for a long time
Said he was so glad
Just to see the sun he said

Everywhere I'll hear the sound
Of rotten peaches
Rotting on the ground
I sit and stare at them all afternoon
The constellation forms a question, an idea of heaven

Just to see the sun
Just to see the sun
Just to see the sun
Track Name: Transform
Now you see me now you don't

I had an out of body experience when I was a child
I was up on the ceiling I thought of nothing for a while
And my mother was there and my brother was there and my mother was there and my brother was there

I had an out of body experience when I was a child
All my worries and cares went out the window for a while
And my mother was there and my brother was there my mother was there my brother was there
My mother was there my mother was scared my brother was scared my mother was scared my brother

Now you see me now you don't

My hearts like a little machine that never really ever really beats slowly and gets me all worked up
It's just like a little fiend that never really ever really can get enough and gets me all worked up

I went out through the window up passed the treetops far above ground
Where I could see my friends playing I heard them saying Gus come back down
And my mother was there my brother was there my mother was there my brother was there

I had an out of body experience while lying in bed
I could hear choir singing I heard bells ringing I lifted my head
And my mother was there my brother was there my mother was there my brother was there
My mother was scared my brother was scared my mother was scared my brother was scared

And my mother was there my brother was there my mother was there my brother was there my mother was scared my brother was scared my mother was scared my brother was scared

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