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mention Wonderful lyrics, backed up with a deceptively simple sound. I can't choose a favourite track because they're all brilliant in different situations! The record's just arrived and had a CD in it too!
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released June 10, 2016

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Track Name: Heaviest Breather
I was the guard in the rations room
Hungry as a hippopotamus
The favorite child of some loony tunes
The scoundrel of my inheritance.
For all those on the shoes of truth
I thought I was the heaviest breather
I want to check if I heard you right
I want you to swear on your mamma and Jesus
For all those on the shoes of truth
I thought I was the heaviest breather
Promiscuous as a thought
The lingua franca of the heart
After drinking ourselves blind
Feeling we proceeded
For all those on the shoes of truth
I thought I was the heaviest breather
Huffing and puffing
The swan song of the nothing
I am not what I once was
Under her kindness
Track Name: Lost Position
Y'all were living like the Royal Trux down in South America.
Checking in on your unemployment,
With a fake IP address, living on a lost position felt good.
My life was like a cup that I filled, to the top and then a little more still,
I had a woman that kept me well, and another in the next neighborhood.
Living in between two stations felt good.
I never cared much for my kin,
I never needed more than a couple of friends but when you showed up that day on my stoop,
I said that was a very stupid thing to do
I mean what do you think You're going to get out of me
She used to worry, that there is no fun that could black out the memory, of all the fucked up shit that we've done
She wanted me to tell her she was wrong
You were looking like the ghost of yourself,
Your eyeballs were screaming help
Goddamn you goddamn you goddamn you
Goddamn the mother and the father who made you
Whenever you were in a state,
You couldn't help but to give her a ring
Although you broke her like a buck for change
Sometimes you'd wonder if she smelled the same
And if living on a lost position, would feel good
Sometimes I worry that there is no love
Stronger than the memory
Of what has been taken
I don't know how you out live a child
I guess you sort of wait around for a while
But it does something to the taste
Of every breath you still have to take
And yet here we are still living on I was leaning on the window sill while the shit cooked in an Oslo hotel
Obama on the TV set,
Making some half-hearted threat
Leaning on a lost position in this world
It ain't only the pure products Of America that go crazy
Some of us just get the fuck out of dodge
So one of your little experiments killed somebodies baby I loved her like a sister
And you were my best friend
Track Name: I Have Not Seen You In Days
I came home with wet clothes in a plastic bag
With a hunted look, stinking to high heaven
I have not seen you in days
I came home without any irises
All the black in my eyes, as big as outer space
I have not seen you in days
Chasing the wind
Around the garden, with fish nets
Who was to have known,
Who was to come home
I have not seen you in days
Track Name: Older Than Birds
I could watch your slippering feet
Threading into seam
And your shifting passion older than birds
But I could never be the young blood
To crowd your coral veins with touch I hustled passed the artifacts
The gift shop windows lined with elephants
And I cherished like a secret your loud
Confession to the florist of the storm,
I thudded on I increased with the silence,
Half-way up a mountain, and hurled
Pantomime to the mourn
There are paths that circle through a smell
Releasing memory like an ocean through a conch shell
I have hunted them all, raving mad in a fog I thudded on
There is a massive rolling wheel
And every spoke has to grease palms I was polite with you once,
But farm boy manners opened you like one
Well passed the bell soaked halls I waded through a hell deep as balls
A mock cotillion of sorts, a feast of error
Where echoes of your wet feet thud on and on
They thud on
And I could watch your slippering feet
Threading into seam
And your shifting passion older than birds
Track Name: Rico Of The White Nights
A ferocious self-hood,
A romantic imagination
Ties you to a rock, with a bird who eats your guts
And comes back for seconds
Fifty hot suns could not renovate
My tireless love of the cold case
I love a real whodunit I'd like the rest of the night
To keep wondering I wish the heart of man was an enigma
So I could dissect life like a killer
But when I nick the surface, It's like all of life's secrets
Tumble in clean as daylight
With all the evidence on the tabletop
And an album of mugshots
And the coffee that burns sour I guess the silence could be louder
But I do not think so
My hands went numb in Scandinavia
I smoked my pack all night and watched Sherlock Holmes
No one knew what was wrong,
So I figured I must be getting punished for something
The winter ends here in July,
The Rico Suaves of the White Nights
Go about there business
Until it recommences in August
The rest of the Year you need a cigarette lighter
Just to see the air you breathe go: puff
Yeah, it gets dark
Uh huh, uh huh, yup If I could keep wondering,
Then I would keep wondering
Track Name: Ice Storm #2
The hoar frost clings to the leaves and spider webs
Clings like I clung to her promises
I could not leave her alone, for five minutes a stillness has crept into her like the suspicions
That would not leave her alone, for five minutes
In closets, in shoeboxes, in pockets of coats
I am still finding the bottles
My father, he made his living as an actor
Where ever he went women came after him
He could not leave them alone, for five minutes
He said: 'Look, your eyes drive through me like an ice storm
Quit looking at me like I killed her,
How 'bout you leave me alone, for five minutes'
In closets in shoeboxes, in pockets of coats
I am still finding the bottles
The nurses, they were worse than worthless
They could not treat her like a person
I could not leave them alone, with her for five minutes
My brother, he has been living in Europe
Working on some private cruise ship
Now he has come home, for five minutes I grabbed him, by the collar of his jacket,
Please do not leave me alone, for five minutes
In closets, in shoeboxes, in pockets of coats
I am still finding the bottles
I cannot leave them alone
Track Name: I Would Not Ask
If I did not need it bad I would not ask, if the asking
Did not snap like a twig
Off the branch of a need
Hacked by the axe of the wind
Track Name: Eternal Recur
Sometimes it feels like I'm living
Someone's life, over again
Sometimes it feels like the worst
Still remains to come to him
While the hardcore noise upstairs Is screaming for more
Sometimes it feels like I'm living
Someone's life, over again
Sometimes It feels like the worst
Still remains to come to him
But what if all the hardcore noise upstairs
I just the setting of the hardwood floors?
I mean most of the time it feels like,
I'm playing with the house's money
Sometimes it feels like I'm singing
All the words I will have to live
Sometimes I wish I could swallow
Them back down again
While the hardcore noise upstairs Is screaming for more
Though I must admit that most of the time It feels like
I'm playing with the house's money
And I scream for more I slap the table, I say 'hit me'
While all the escorts
Around the table are winking at me
And the complimentary drinks
Are enough to make me weep tears of joy
I used to feel more like a man flying from what he dreads
Than one who just went after what he loved
Track Name: Tastemaker
There flipping through the pages
Because the pages make them feel like shit
And you never feel so healthy
As right after you've been sick
Oh the negative appreciation,
Hurts you like the love for your dad
Always disappointed,
In every itch I ever scratched
So I started digging my claws Into another persons back
Oh I do not regret it It was the best idea I ever had
Dragged by my ambition
To resemble other men
And feeling pretty good
When feeling like I did
Until I met other people,
And that, was that
So I broke with my relations I lived in a coke dream, on hash
And I cursed every sunrise
With an 'Oh, fuck not again'
Oh the solitude was terrible
While I left you all to rot I was as lonely as a taste maker
Who only cooks shit
Like the eyes in a magazine
Only look for an opening I guess I was on the the take I guess
I was for the taking I guess I wanted to see
The entire world naked, up to a point
I was as lonely as a taste maker
Who only cooks shit