ADDITIONAL LYRICS+VOCALS ON TRACK 4 BY JEN TULLOCK.
LYRICS ON TRACK 3 BY MARIO MAFFEI.
DEDICATED IN LOVING MEMORY TO ZIGGY GURNICK.
INFINITE THANKS TO JEN TULLOCK, RUDY SANWALD, RACHEL TURBACK, MOM, DAD, ADAM WHITNEY NICHOLS, TOM TIERNEY, ALEX MEAD-FOX, PATRICK SOUTHERN, ALAN DOUCHES, ALEKS GEZENTSVEY, HANK HANSTAD, DOUG SALATI, DIANA SCIME-SAYEGH, MATT FENNER, BRIDGET FLEMING, THERESE ALDGÅRD, NATASHA ZOE, JOE PETTINATI, SEAN TELLER, SOUTHPAW, ANNOUSHKA OWEN, ANNIE PEACENIK, ZIGGY, ROSE KRAEMER, ZIGGY GURNICK SR., EVAN GURNICK, MICHAEL GELMAN, MERRIGAY TULLOCK, AUNT LOUISE, AMANDA FREITAG, BARRETT WASHBURNE, TIFFANY HERNDON, JEN DELGADO, NATALIE DONGHIA, DORIE DEATS, DAVID BYRNE, JESSICA HALLIBURTON, ANNA BEDSOLE, CAITLYN O’CONNELL, ERIN CANTRELL, MARIO MAFFEI, MEGHEAN KOO, SARAH RAY, ENRICA FRANCESCONE, SLC, ITALY, ARGENTINA, MR. FULBRIGHT, KATIE GORDON, LILLI DUNN, MEREDITH PILCHER, TINA SCHEPPE, SIMBA & YURI, AND TO ALL 68 FOLKS WHO CHIPPED IN ON KICKSTARTER!
talk talk talk your demons out on the line again / the doc doc doc says i ain’t got enough lung to live / knock knock knock i’m locked out of nowhere now / i need job but i just can’t figure how my own heir refuses to come to my aid / lungs won’t last long in the sunshine state / sleeping bag soaked in the rain / talk talk talk your demons out on the / knock knock knock i’m locked out again / i think you should leave your daddy for dead.
Track Name: Bang Bang Sun
civilization is just an inch at the end / of many billion steps born without beginning / if i begin with bones composed of what's above me, then i've a teaspoon of bang bang bang bang sun / inside the city, who knew we'd suit up to such tired days? / i want the silo, where did the scenic go? / outside i see doomsday / my father's flood, my dream / mom says, “let go... earth swallows everything" / i can't let go / we made the bed for death, but he did not go yet / all our hands on his chest, last breathes so young / longfield child days, we met at zero age / we zig-zagged our ways, and you wrote your final page too young / tree trunks live longer than us / bang bang bang bang sun.
Track Name: Onion's Milk
(lyrics by Mario Maffei) bloody david’s back from the holy land today / useless bloody friends, they don’t drink that milk, and he does it everyday / the sinless floury boy / oh the holy blonde-haired boy lost alone / his breath could smell like busy toilets / hidden in the tires heaving the joy / happier and happier and happier! / dogs are dancing with him, he takes them from behind / like the ladies do with men, like the ladies do with rock boys / only blue jeans love / he didn’t kid in the thirty-three hours, waiting for the smashing answer, yeah, okay / no time for the dead cat ladies, he will be useful and kind with the lady, yeah, okay / wigs for his sick mother, mom / no white onion milk for him / the music sounds loud, the music sounds loud / only engine’s broken / the sinless floury boy / so high, that all the camions drive / so high, that all the camions…should cry like he will do / bonjour madame, oui oui ouI! / lait d'oignon ce matin / david de retour de la terre sacre / son camion ne l'a pas trompé jamais / oh, jamais!
Track Name: Written From The Pantheon
(with Jen Tullock) new we are, young we’ll be / when from the seas you’ve called for me / walk boldly love, and think of me / it’s in the book, our reverie / we’ve already named all of our children / girl, our home is heaven / part ways to pen and play / poughkeepsie and paris / girl, send your clouds to me / love letters to you are written from the pantheon / and we don’t sleep till sun / c’est magnifique! / i laugh in my sleep, yeah! / i get drip drop hot delirious about your mouth upon my mouth / ravenous wrestling in the street / but you do it like an angel / you(th) couldn’t be much better / holy ghosts, july in love / ou elle va j’vais c’est vrais.
Track Name: Election
ella es solamente una memoria / ella es solamente, memoria / ¡mi novia! ¡mi novia! / ellos no saben que yo sufro, ¡sufro! / recoleta, city of death, let me sit on your front door step / i’ll kiss your grave today, i worship ghosts when i’m away / when i’m away, i love you more and then you love me less / how can i devote to the tombstone of our happiness? / c’mon, poetry, stay with me! till I come back home again, love me to the end / you got your city of choice and i followed you to the bay / i came, you changed, and then i left you there to “ooh la la” / now i want my own city so you can go “ooh la la!” / my friends and family call me, but i still miss you more / and you won’t visit me, poetry, when will i see you again? this will never end / i’m kissing my pillows, i wish they were you / and then i write my own obituary, too / i’m dreaming faster than i can live, and we don’t agree / spend all your money and go to peru / run away to patagonia with you / i’m wearing warpaint under the ice, and it’s the end of the world.
Track Name: Memorial Day
he thinks his insides got disease / though i’m sure the outside don’t agree / and he eats the herbs that look like pills / why, earth? I am ill / and sometimes i think i feel the tumors growing inside of me / and i wonder what kind of cancer i will grow up to be / is it just his ears and tonsils, or is it HIV? / is it just my nerves and cycle, or is it pregnancy? / is it all anyway, is it all anyway? / after all, after all, after all, after all... / i’ll act as you like, as your nurse or as your wife / and two months is too unkind / a brutal favor in the doctor’s mind / come back to my arms / come back to my heart.