Houses

by Holland Creek

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about

Holland Creek is the project of Montreal-based songwriter Erik Virtanen and features guest musicians from the city on each track. It was recorded with an improvised spirit during sessions at Mountain City studio in Montreal and mixed at Bay 7 Studios in LA.

"Houses" selected #9 DIY Album of 2011 by Brooklyn arts collective MeMeMovement.**

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dingusonmusic.com/2011/08/24/holland-creek-from-home/

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Press:

"Houses (Best New Music). It is absolutely invigorating to wake up on a weekend morning and find something this good.. Every song is different from the next, all alive with their own spirits." - Meme Movement, NY

"Musik, die den Abend versüßt und für ein ruhiges Wochenende den Ton angeben kann. Eintauchen in tolle Soundwelten inklusive. Ich vergesse gerade jegliches Zeitgefühl und schreibe diesen Text voller Euphorie nieder. Vielleicht sieht die Welt morgen anders aus, aber jetzt, in diesem Augenblick, will ich gerade nichts anderes hören und reserviere den Rest des Abends für dieses Album." - Der Impuls, Germany

"Да, подобной музыки выпускается неимоверное количество. Да, здесь нет чего-то кардинального и революционного, но (внимание! жуткая банальность!) в альбоме действительно есть что-то душевное и трогательное. Не знаю, может быть просто пластинка попала ко мне в нужное время и настроение, но то, что она смогла меня зацепить - это факт." - Indie Birdie, Russia

"Erik Virtanen strikes again, delivering a set of refined folk/pop tunes, some of them quivering with vulnerability and dreamy textures, others charging forward with raucous energy and still others grooving and twisting like there’s a rock ’n’ roll sock-hop on. The album was recorded at Montreal’s Mountain City, mixed at a Beach Boys-affiliated L.A. studio and mastered by Harris Newman, a trifecta of sonic perfection." - Lorraine Carpenter, Montreal Mirror

credits

released 28 April 2011
Written & Produced by Erik Virtanen
Recorded by Joseph Donovan & Adrian Popovich at Mountain City in Montreal, Canada
Mixed by Jimmy Fahey at Bay 7 Studios in LA, California
Mastered by Harris Newman
Artwork by Nicole Aline LeGault

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Track Name: The Square Hallway
I left the room,
I walked down the hall,
Past the new mothers,
I turned round the corner,
Through doors at the back
I saw some old friends from school,
A banquet and prom dresses,
I didn’t go in.

One moment I swam there,
In daylight,
Where did it all go away?
Fear of the truth
When the ocean
Emptied itself.

Further down the hall,
I saw him standing in a tux,
Wide-open hands,
I floated to his smile,
He wrapped his arms around me
And didn’t say a word,
I could feel all his friendship,
Could feel love.

One moment I swam there
In daylight,
Where did it all go away?
Fear of the truth
When the ocean
Emptied itself.

I turned one last corner
Into a room,
Coffins and flowers,
The stillness of death,
But you,
I saw you there
Sitting at a table,
Sad laughter with friends,
A beautiful girl
Dressed like a queen,
The searching could end,
There’s nothing else I need,
I moved past the dead,
I moved to your arms,
But you couldn’t see,
You didn’t look up.

One moment I swam there
In daylight,
Where did it all go away?
Fear of the truth
When the ocean
Emptied itself.
Track Name: The Broken Violin
Your hands on the strings,
And your fingers sing
Of another day,
Another time,
Another place,
A memory.

We danced like the blind
In a funeral home,
And we wore out those strings
With a sound that was all our own,
Lost in a song,
We didn’t even know.

But sooner than later
These shadows have all turned to shade,
A way to escape,
Remembering you:
We don’t change.

Walls fall apart
And I’ll open the door to your place,
Another face,
It’s just not the same.

That first night
We walked through the streets
(I walked alone before),
Snow falling,
Black sky,
And the peace
When everything is all right,
When everything is all right.

It goes on and on
And on and on and on
And on.

Don’t go,
Don’t go,
Don’t go.
Track Name: Through the Window
There’s a mirror
In your eye,
An open book,
Take a look:

Empty pages
Filled with words,
A fountain pen
Inside our head.

And we can write the things we want,
Rearrange and cross anything out,
Fit this story to our eyes,
“When I look your way I see a smile”

I’ll take your hand
And lead us here,
You and me
We’re just a couple of bodies.

You see, there’s lots of time for God,
So lets roll like Pagans
Around the vine,
I’ll drink the wine off your back,
We can laugh until we’re sick,
Then we’ll worry about Him
On our deathbed,
Falling to our knees,
To our knees,
To our knees,
We’re falling to our knees,
We’re falling on our knees,
When I see that light
I’ll come running.

Years fall like rain
Upon the street
Behind our feet.
Track Name: On Freedom
Where are you now?
Where are you going?
The lock on the gate’s
Been secured.

The road lies ahead,
Meets with the sky,
You’re set to go
All the way,
To go all the way.

Measuring tape on the ground,
A mock gesture,
How should I start
And where
Do you want me to measure?

Free.
Free.

The sun’s burning bright,
But nobody’s there.

Wandering alone,
Wandering alone,
Wandering alone,
Wandering alone.

No one to stand by,
No one to stand by,
No one by your side,
By your side.

Where are you now?
Where are you going?
Free to go all the way.
Track Name: Wild Rose Country
I was making my way
When I fell apart,
Sinking in,
All the things that you miss
Back in this place,
Weeks maybe more.

The wheels are rolling in oil,
Yes they do,
And they came,
And they saw
How much money could mean,
We’re falling in love
With a car, house,
For a wife
And the start of a dream.

It’s a frightening part
When you’re in too long,
Becomes routine,
I got so drunk I can’t see
This shitty motel,
Is she cheating on me?
Your thoughts drag the sunrise
A million birds across the sky.

The wheels are rolling in oil,
Yes they do,
And they came,
And they saw
How much money could mean,
We’re falling in love
With a car, house,
For a wife
And the start of a dream.

I wanna go where the wild rose grows,
I wanna go where the wild rose grows,
I’m gonna go where the wild rose grows,
I’m gonna go where the wild rose grows,
I gotta go where the wild rose grows.

The wheels are rolling in oil,
Yes they do,
And they came,
And they saw
How much money could mean,
We’re falling in love
With a car, cash, wife, dream.

The wheels are rolling in oil,
Yes they do,
And they came,
And they saw
How much money could mean,
We’re falling in love
With a car, house,
For a wife
And the start of a dream.
Track Name: Sweet Sweet Night
The grass is green
The sun is bright
We could go to the park
Watch the dog
Call some friends
Drink some wine.

It used to be dark
I remember the night
Alone with your thoughts
Nothing’s wrong
Nothing’s right
I stumbled on myself
Broke a plate
Woke up fine
You’re free in the dark
In that sweet sweet night
In that sweet sweet night.

I waited so long for this
I waited so long
(Or so I thought)
I waited so long for this
I waited so long.

The grass is green
The sun is bright
I’ll grab some wine
I’ll grab some wine.
Track Name: The Early Stages of Claustrophobia
I’m learning how to stay relaxed,
I’m learning how to twist the facts,
Things have gotten out of hand
I don’t know why it began
How long do you think this’ll last?

Tonight I’m going back home
And I don’t care,
Tonight I know it’d be fine
If you were here,
So, I’m riding on a bus
(I have to sit at the front now)
How much can you lean on a friend?
How much should you lean on a friend?

“Take one of these
Or at least
Give yourself the option.”

How long do I wait?
How long does it take to kick in?
And what should I expect?
Track Name: Let's Go Home
Packed my things,
Said our goodbyes,
Comfort seemed to smother us
With wandering minds.

In concrete woods
I saw light
Reflected in a silver can,
Eyes to the ground
Silent voices singing:

“I will rise, I will rise,
I will rise up
And find a way,
I will rise, I will rise,
I will rise up
And find my way.”

I saw cold hearts
Wanting to be warm,
But staying cold
And they have reasons why,
And smiles hiding
Fear and grief,
And climbing over,
Higher and higher,
Pretending there’s no emptiness at all,
At all.

I will fall, I will fall
I will fall down
And find a way,
I will fall, I will fall
I will fall down
And find my peace
In your arms,
In your arms,
I see what’s real
And right.

Take me home.
Track Name: The Walls of a House
I wish I had money to burn,
I wish I had money to burn,
I’d buy you your drinks
And I wouldn’t want nothing in return.

I wish I had time on my side,
I wish I had time on my side,
I’d slow down a bit,
Stretch out my legs and unwind.

I wish I believed in God,
I wish I believed in God,
I’d tell all my friends
The good news about the Lord up above
And His love.

Leaves fall on the graveyard,
Wither to dust,
Mix with the soil,
Sink in the earth,
And for the bodies down below
Are the walls of a house.

Now I got money to burn,
Got a little extra cash to burn,
I bought lots of stuff,
But it don’t give me much in return.

Got some time, you see,
Got a little space to breath,
But I’m kinda antsy
Cuz everyone’s busy but me.

Now I believe in God,
He came down and showed me His love,
He told me the answer
And how I was wrong,
I’ll share it with you here,
But it’s something you already know:
This place ain’t your home.

Leaves fall on the graveyard,
Wither to dust,
Mix with the soil,
Sink in the earth,
And for the bodies down below
Are the walls of a house.
Track Name: The Red Staircase
A window-view
Of the neighbours’ house,
Empty cop cars,
Bloodstained wall.
Smiles turned black,
But you were a good friend,
You were a good friend
Before you left,
Before you left.

Behind the fence,
Beyond those ghostly stairs,
A Christian girl
At a Christmas dance.
One friend lived on
And found years of joy
With her,
You are the one.

The eyes of Christ
Watch a picture frame,
Two bodies fuck
Beneath His painted face.
Sold my soul
For some good days
In a bad year
And killed it all,
Lost control
For a moment
And paid with a life,
Paid with a life.

It’s all right.

You cannot move,
You can’t move back,
You cannot move,
You can’t go back.
Red wine washes white,
Red wine will wash this white.

You’re the star,
You’re the screen,
You’re the end.