Great Headless Blank album cover

Radiate, Satellite EP, 2015

Recorded on a laptop internal microphone with a hundred-year-old cheap violin and a broken saxophone, Radiate, Satellite details the migration to and life of songwriter Hamilton Ulmer's grandfather in a series of short songs.
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Radiate, Satellite Credits

  • Produced by Hamilton Ulmer
  • Lyrics by Hamilton Ulmer
  • Mixed by Justin Sachs and Hamilton Ulmer
  • Mastered by Jeremy Rosenblum
  • Cover by Gabriel Schama
  • 01 – Radiate, Satellite
  • 02 – The Purple on These Hills
  • 03 – Important Statues
  • 04 – To the Ladder
  • 05 – I'll Never Play the Trumpet Again
  • Hamilton Ulmer – vocals, violin, saxophone, percussion
	                

01Radiate, Satellite

V1As the morn awakes the flowerbed I stare into the sky not quite at the sun And see the satellite radiate

As the midday soaks the concrete porch I stare at the hummingbird wondering how fast his heart pumps But I can’t help but feel the weight of my own flesh as it fades away

CHBut I still see the satellite And it radiates

V3As the twilight glows like ember I stare into your eyes And feel such warmth But I can’t see you like I used to.

As I approach my midnight I stare into the sky Not quite at the sun And see the satellite radiate But my own flesh - it fades away

	                

02The Purple On These Hills

V1I smell the demilune These farms used to dance in its fane Out of the hills the lupines smiled As the carburetor sang to the swain

And I see the sunrise we have nothing to our name And oh how the tank fell empty But oh how the sky was aflame

CH1It seems like the best thing to do is wait it out But as we drove across this state my heart intoned "I can't believe we found this place And could make this home to raise our own" - That is, if you love the purple on these hills as I do

V2What if we bought a little hovel And I'll work on cars all day? Follow the geese out to the valley As the cotton mill sang to the swain

I hear the sunset The wise old man told us of nil Improvise this quartet Like a dicot your mind stood still

CH2It seems like the best thing to do is wait it out But as we drove across this state my heart intoned "I can't believe we found this place And could make this home to raise our own" - That is, if you love the purple on these hills as I do

CODAAs I lay here in my bed I have no regrets to face Bring no ceremony with you As I leave you with some grace

	                

03Important Statues

V1This town has become a place where no one lives That won’t last past the year

CH1We should pack our bags Because I hold nothing So I fold my arms

V2When I go please - just spread my ashes Don’t bring any ceremonial lights or important statues

CH2We should pack our bags Because I hold nothing And so I fold my arms

	                

04To The Ladder

V1I have a theory That I could fix anything If I had the time

I built my own recreational van With these two hands And other cars of mine

V2I have an air compressor That I wheel out to the ladder So we can get the house cool again

Though I cannot get on the roof I am far from the aloof And I’ll let my son do the job

	                

05I’ll Never Play The Trumpet Again

V1Was it a dream? ‘cause I fell asleep at my wedding Here we are with our gifts on par with the house

CH1Now that I’m yours to keep I’ll never play trumpet again

V2Then she plugged in every electric gift from a friend, I had to get my generator But it overloaded and the generator explode and knocked my teeth out

CH2Now that I have no teeth I’ll never play trumpet again

Never again

The long night - What do I bring to our knot, When all that I have is my intention? I am an orphan, at least I feel that way But it is hard for me to explain

But oh, I’ll never play the trumpet again

The long night Long after the mystery is spent And all I have is the fragment of my youth And all of my innards cry for the solitude I yearn Well it is hard for me to explain

Oh no - I’ll never play the trumpet again