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A Record

by The Scientist

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1.
Addicted 04:51
I am nobody's dream It's just me and my heroes I collide with the sound Of truth passing by And thrillers that die in me again. The light in me's pale Against the sun that I'm watching Somebody please turn The switch on in me I might grow to be out of demand. But I'm rising, I am rising in you I can tell by your glowing in darkness when I'm with you Might I be lifting you too? You're addicted to me, and that's why I am. I'm not humble nor worthy Or telling the truth I rely on somebody's faith to hold on It has to be strong for me I'll be Rising, I am rising in you And god knows what you meant to find that has kept you so true Might you be lifting me too? I'm addicted to you and that's why I am. I don't know how you secretly dug me out of the ground Endured all the pain and ugliness you found While I'm cured you stay around To keep me addicted to you It's all that I am.
2.
Birthday in New York It's not as easy as you'd think New York in June is like a mix Of vanity and drinks It's got me hoping For a bright and shiny day But brings the cold and heavy rain To drive my mind away With changes in the sky Comes pressure in my eyes Is it raining still? I really can't see New York in June is dangerous Just like the man who's far away But still is inside of me Both undress me with their eyes But shut their mouths so they could be free Lately my eyes have rested On a road that is half shown Without breaks or intermissions I am pushed along the stones The wind reveals The nudity of my mistakes And pets the gentle heavy line Inside of which I ache With changes in the sky Comes pressure in my eyes Is it raining still? I really can't see New York in June is dangerous Just like the man who's far away But still is inside of me Both undress me with their eyes But shut their mouths so they could be free How long will I ache 'till I bleed? Birthday in New York It's not as easy as you'd think New York in June is like a mix Of vanity and drinks It's got me hoping For a bright and shiny day But brings the cold and heavy rain To drive my mind away
3.
I was standing in line for self satisfaction Gave all my illusions to somebody else My arms are resting somewhere in between A porn magazine and a custom made girl who cleans after herself. So who are you to believe in me? Because the rain clouds are coming and they won't bring me down. I was standing in line for self medication Left all my confessions in chemical burns My arms are resting somewhere in between Some nicotine and a custom made girl who cleans after herself. So who are you to believe in me? Because the rains clouds are coming and they won't bring me down. My arms are resting somewhere in between some nicotine and a custom made girl who cleans after herself.
4.
I was born with an over-sized heart Pathologically prone to be parted I couldn't see Who would take my breath from me? No, I couldn't find Who would give his heart for mine? I had walked down the narrowest roads My over-sized heart kept bruising on the walls I was laughed at and banned No hand shall touch my hand But I could understand So my heart grew even larger then. I had died of an over-sized heart As my lover sat by my side I had loved him so That my heart could no more grow No room was left then inside So with my heart I died.
5.
Battleships 03:08
Brother I see battleships carving in the water Do you know a child that does not know the harm they mean? Were we ever innocent of the news they bring? I woke up this morning in the clothes of a soldier Brother can you see me through all the rims? I swear, I cannot see a thing. You brush your armor to shine brightly in the light And I'll draw the backbone of the strategy of the fight Or we might forget where we're going Sister I see sparks rising, glowing in your eyes Is it beauty or the youth that you have grown into? Or are those just the burning skies? We march into the battle zone with no surprise Have we always been so indifferently in-tuned? Come join me in watching our demise You brush your armor to shine brightly in the light And I'll draw the backbone of the strategy of the fight Or we might forget where we're going Or we might forget where we're going Or we might forget where we're going.
6.
Something is lost in my way And it's not out of reason I've brought my guns out to play Fresh out of season Bearing my core for display Without treasure or fortune The rivers of joy that I chase May never be broken If you are what you say that you are, then I better be ready If you are what you say that you are, then I carry you with me Something is lost in my way I don't suppose you'd know I turn to you just to say That I still walk alone Like a bird at its rise to the sun I will tire and burn As I viciously crash on the ground My faith will return If you are what you say that you are Then I must have been playful If I am what you say that I am Ooooo.. I believe in things of steel not in motion It is strength that has brought me here, not devotion I'm aimed at a solid kill, not emotion You've scorched your way into the shield, by absorption Help is on the way Help is on the way Help is on the way
7.
So on we go Weaving our minds into transient goals Deep down below There are no anchors connecting us home They tell you: “you won’t be anything until you rise up high” So numb your defenses and charge towards the burning sky When I was lost I inhaled darkness and exhaled its cost So I buried my loss My heart in my hands and my head aside, tossed They tell you: “you won’t get anywhere until you lose your way” So lose all your breaks and get ready to climb On the steepest of mountains, the highest of ridges And reach up so blindly high That you could say Oooo.. I touched stars Oooo.. I touched stars And soon you’ll be shouting out: “please don’t forget me” So on we row Never concerned by the river below Leave no time to grow We carry nothing to slow down our course They tell you: “you won’t be anything until you rise up high” So numb your defenses and I’ll crush you just to say Oooo.. I touched stars Oooo.. I touched stars And soon you’ll be shouting out: “please don’t forget me” Oooo.. I touched stars And soon I’ll be shouting out: “please don’t forget me”

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The debut album of The Scientist, includes songs that have been waiting at the tip of her fingers from 14 years to a little over a month. This album was made with beautiful, talented musicians, sound masters, photographers, designers and friends, and the studio was always filled with laughter and chocolate bars.

CD's are available by special request at thescientistm@gmail.com

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released April 9, 2014

Tali Magory - Co-production, Vocals, Acoustic guitar (7), Piano
Rani Dar - Co-production, Sound engineering
Ori Avni - Acoustic guitar (1,6), Electric guitar (1,3,4,5,6)
Kfir Sarid - Acoustic guitar (4)
Avi Fox-Rosen - Acoustic guitar (2)
Ran Livneh - Upright bass (3,4,5)
Oshri Borgman - Bass (1)
Noam Israeli - Drums (1,3,4,5)
Moran Illay-Chester - Cello (2,6)
Gal Klein - Clarinet (5)
Avior Rokah - Trumpet (3)
Gali Tsarfati - Back vocals (2,6)
Yula Bulanov - Back vocals (2,6)
Omer Zusman - Piano recording technician (5,7)
Dave Ahl - Recording technician (2)
Daniel Motola - Recording technician (1,3,4,5)
Alex Apt - Photography

Recorded by Rani Dar at Rani's Basement, Kicha Studios and Plascow Sound and by Dave Ahl at Stepwise Sound in Brooklyn, NY (2).
Mastered By JJ Golden.

All lyrics and music written by Tali Magory.
Album cover drawing and design by Tali Magory&Idan Gilbo'a.

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The Scientist Tel Aviv, Israel

Not a musician at all, The Scientist is in fact .. a scientist. Although mostly interested in the genomic attributes of endangered animals, The Scientist could not battle the surge of music flowing through her fingers and disturbing the peace and quiet of her laboratory. Therefore, she released it into the airwaves in hopes that someday it will find its way back to her. ... more

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