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released 13 January 2015

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Track Name: Up the Academy
Sundrenched sunrise light floods in my eyes. Splashing color bleeds onto the skies. And we hope and we pray like we did yesterday that everything’s gonna be fine but we’re slipping like a wristwatch that’s barely keeping time. Wake up, blow out, shake off all old decay! Get down, stuck in our early morning ways. Tossed off teachings, sweating nine to five, oft-scrubbed offspring, elegance refined. We’ll decide our fate at an Irish wake but the answer won’t come a surprise. Cracks increasing, Continental Divide. We can’t keep up, our balance fucked, take it in stride. Moral compass clearly not aligned. But the coast is clear, our ride is here and we’ll get to the church on time but if not God forbid, I think we’ll be alright.
Track Name: Summer Lawns
We’re careening forward on our summer lawns. Put your knees up in it and embrace the Lord. And we drive on highways past abandoned stores stocking things we always wanted but could not afford. Wheels like water turning as we ramble on. Our compass working better than before. Took a trip across the States. Americana; ain’t it great?. I know we both belong together.
Track Name: Cold Calling
It’s not like I can’t be alone just can’t stand sweating by the phone. A call to arms that’ll never come and wrap around a heart so young. I’m getting old yet still I care, ‘cause for a while you almost had me there. I can’t leave well enough alone, scraping scabs down to the bone. Never been my finest trait, struck out from your hall of fame. Swing for the fences says my stance. I’m stealing home, just a sucker for romance. Figure out what’s going wrong with me. I can’t stop thinking about you, could I have some sympathy? ‘Cause every night I go to sleep I dunno if when I wake up that things will be okay. Take stock in all the lessons learned, we’ll find diminishing returns. Always how the mighty fell, anti-trust’ed ‘baby bells.’ Hold the phone, what’s that you said? Make the call, hang up and try again. Late at night I’m lost outside in the cold I’m calling for you would you please pick up this time. Once or twice I’ve lost my mind you recall, let’s turn the heat on and disconnect the line.
Track Name: McKinley
Threw it up together and away we ran, talking ‘bout forever since the day that we began. With the dust up and the silence, the incidental plans, down we go. Tossed two back together and off we went. Not sure where we’re going but we haven’t got there yet. Hope we reach our destination before we forget how to go. It’s a long wait, another day, hope that you can meet me halfway. Last night was spent sweating like a wanted man. Spent the morning cleaning up shit that hit the fan. Giving praise to Jesus and a slew of also-rans down below. Rather than relay what some might say, it’ll be our little secret (save the kids who got away). There’s a clearing in the brush where you can see the palisades down below. And we ride straight into the ground. Yes we ride, can’t help from falling down. Oversights of clarity, an undergrad’s vulgarity, we’re rolling in prosperity at home and prestige abroad.
Track Name: The King of Corona
Disrupted and drop-dead busted. There’s rust on the roof and the door hinges squeak. It’s everywhere I want to be. So hot that it’s cracking the concrete, a Cadillac kid with a mouth full of teeth sweating at home as we speak, lonely as Alaska. The water’s rising and I’m going under. Goodbye to Rosie and the boys of summer. And on the off-chance that I off myself, would you put my things away? Falling over my father’s feet, front page news to me, the worst of the week. Buried under the sheets. Now I’m taking the old man’s place but I’m half his age, no pride nor shame. It’s just who I thought I would be. Hanging from the rafters, hoping that somebody will catch me. There’s no relax or release, I can’t suspend disbelief. Sent me a kiss off and I caught a disease. There’s a procession of priests and they’re praying for me, “God Bless the King of Corona, Queens.” God laughs at my plans, I don’t give a goddamn. I don’t understand but I gotta believe. This is not where I thought I would be. Lonely ever after, hoping that somebody will save me.
Track Name: Southern Cordial
What’ll I do when you get married? When will I learn to lunge and parry? How will I cope and carry on my own? There was a time we’d act like children but that was before we made our millions. Dressed to the nines, flecked with blue and gold. Remember days when wood-paneled speakers nearly blew us away? Times have changed. Sweating summer through cotton covers. After the days of wine and roses you cut through my heart like Robert Moses. Lust in the dust and all our little deaths. I’d sing your praise with unwavered faith like a passion play. How times changed. I love your charm I love your style. Wish I’d know that all the while.
Track Name: Fire Sale
See through soot and dusted windows, squinting through the haze. Forty years of living here will make it look this way. We’ve got detritus for days. The lease has run out and we can’t stay. On the hottest day of summer, a one time fire sale. Own this old historic number ‘fore the final nail. Untold treasures line the shelf. Our world’s closing down despite itself. Give away yet another giveaway. Call it priceless, call it free. What if I told you that I missed your cues? Those were glorious. Chipped and scuffed and shot. Still amazing, in case you forgot. Cracked and ripped and gashed. It’s so crazy and unabashed. Don’t you worry about me baby, this is not in vain. Articles of value are just stored inside my brain. ‘Cause the memories’ retained. The rest is taking up space.
Track Name: Kiss & Fly
“Someday soon we’ll be alright,” overheard in an airport, can’t confirm but won’t deny. Kiss and fly, wave goodbye. Kids are cruel, love’s on fire. Classroom combustion caused by freshman-fraught desire. Ancient ruins of wayward teens aged to perfection once you disregard the smokescreen. Lovers swoon across the aisle. Lose patience with distance, or so testified the choir. “Someday soon we’ll be alright,” he said with conviction while locked out from the inside.
Track Name: Blues for Atuk
Doctor! M.D.! Will you help me?
Track Name: Would You?
I’ve been taking pains to move those mountain ranges and when I almost fainted, it helped to think of you. A wide-eyed sense of wonder that I could barely muster, broken-down and busted, one instead of two. It only took a second, became the stuff of legend. If that’s your secret weapon, I’d like to get to you. Left a quarter to three, how unlike me. By now you should’ve known I often go home early. Please be still my eyelids, I know the view’s exciting, it’s my age of enlightenment, hope it won’t go dark. You in your yellow jacket just made my income bracket, don’t care to hear what outside ears have to say. Relaxed your nerves, my steely reserve got tired of holding up and melted in the fire. So let’s commence relations, you’re my favored nation. Waltz in the shallows as the sun begins to fade.