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D 03:55
I always looked at the clouds like continents Watched the cities shift around They don't look as far or as fast from here I always thought of the cities like people All wrapped up in volume and grey Finding symmetry in the disarray Would you look at them all lined up upon All the telephone wires at dawn Some sick grins sit on those old crows I have no interest in that kind of competition Wild eyes to the stars at night Hoping for some chance to arrive To find out its been there the whole time
I've been cruel and unkind and on purpose Remorseful and insincere Longing for the luxury of boredom Weeping for the loss of control Sitting with the sly sloganeering Saving you a seat When I met you, I felt on time I felt organized That year it stayed so warm I thought I'd never see snow With a sharp click we're fluorescent Walk twelve miles and then wake up Work twelve hours and then wake up Some days I don't make it That year it stayed so cold I thought I'd never see spring Then it stayed so warm I thought I'd never see snow You can hear it next door That low, lone rumble You can hear it next door Someone's laughing Maybe crying Maybe both Constant reminder on all sides These walls are not mine Skin is cold sand Breath is turpentine That year it stayed so loud Thought I'd never be found I don't mind a little repetition I don't mind the settling in The creaking clanging steel of my friends Shouting on the inside Even-keeled forever I thought I'd never
Saw a man spewing tar from his mouth As fast as he was shaking he was gone The kind of language that lingers behind The kind of thing that sticks with you I am no longer scared I am terrified all the time He says "I just want to work my job and come home. Please leave me alone." "I just want to work my job and come home. Don't you understand?" While we were watching mountains changing color Cars melt into the sea As it all went dark And I am no longer scared I am terrified all the time Until all you see are signs of things you wish were true For every double take Hallucinations
My folks haven't spoke since the day I was born Some kind of American dream Finding a cold kind of comfort in the consistency that brings I liked the part where they said its been done before Maybe we could do it again I am a sputtering furnace Some days I'm no match Yeah, I've been broken down before Like they say Nothing lost Nothing found Makes me wish I could stay We could wait out the rain Never perfect Never bored
She says "I'm a real person, aren't I?" She points and she waves as I stumble And collapses into dust There's frantic waving outside under each street light Says they're waiting to get picked up And point up I'll take my time Watch the patterns pass down As I sit and watch Off the swinging porch of an old twin colonial Memory forever As one's mind crawls southbound down the east coast Flies through the high grass As you appear and then reappear And then reappear I'll take my time Watch the patterns pass down
New Old 03:40
Enough of the old-times eyes Enough of the same old reprise So ugly So tired So bored So true I don't know what do with you Now number three on the side has been giving me the eye Like somehow I'm the one who's crossed the line And you? Your songs write themselves And you? You're no better You know, this place will wear you down Ain't much left to do but wait for some good news You in the corner shaking just staring at your phone Singing "I gotta get outta here. I gotta go home." I'm trapped in a sea of debris I am five I am fifty I am fifteen She spins around and says "so, what's your theme?" Says she wants to know what is it I mean To maintain a distance I no longer occupy The ongoing joke I continue to choke down
Quit 03:42
"Well anyway" he says As he stands up "I never liked it here" Pours his last cup out "They don't know where I came from. They don't know where I gotta go. If its all about numbers - they can count me out" He says "I'll see you soon" As he stands up He says "I'll see you soon" As he goes In the new paradigm We don't have these existential nights He said "Don't worry about it. Because it don't worry about you." Thought I saw you in Tampa Thought I saw you in St. Louis Thought I saw you in LA Thought I saw you in Toulouse Thought I saw you in Gainesville Thought I saw you in Lansing Thought I saw you in Montreal Thought I saw you in Charlotte I'll see you soon
The Plan 03:14
Losing friends in the name of The Plan '99, '06, and '10 Hoping to find some kind of forgiveness She says "Look at these kids in their fancy clothes! They got nothing to show. Nowhere to go." Some days, we'd follow them for miles Don't got time for all these positive assertions Don't got time to read or write Got enough to do just to keep the roof on In these stacks and rows We've got a long way to go Chalk it up to common confusion Missing the point entirely I was listening to Bob Seger While you were listening to Pete With a wry smile she says to me "Well, which side are you on?" Oh, to be here at all I think I heard you singing outside 6:30 in the morning While my heads still spinning And the middle of the streets blaring While I'm picking up the pieces Standing on the edge of the storm
I'd really like to stay But to hell with this place My block starts playing the same song Every day after 5:00 I wanna breathe some real disaster The way that they write it: Doubt in the last mile Open-window sun shower Where nobody knows your name Where nobody's heard of your town And she asks me how I'm doing Said I've been thinking about the caves How the music went on forever You know, I haven't stopped humming your songs Sometimes I get the fear And by "get" I mean "understand" When I walk down Columbia to the river Some days I wanna fall right in Singing: I'm ready for the water I'm ready for the sea I'm ready for the giant arms coming to take me


released April 2, 2013

Produced by Jonathan Low.
Engineered and mixed by Jonathan Low at Miner Street Recordings, Philadelphia, PA
Mastered by Ryan Schwabe at The Maniac Mansion in Philadelphia, PA.


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