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released October 9, 2015

ZAC LITTLE - vocals, guitars, bass/8-string bass, sitar,
domra, bouzouki, mandolin, dulcimer, baritone ukulele,
taropatch ukulele, bulbul tarang, synthesizers, piano,
bajo sexto, accordion, percussion

MARYN JONES - vocals, bass

STEVE CIOLEK - vocals, guitars, Neptune

MATTHEW O'CONKE - drums, percussion

JON MEADOR - vocals, synthesizers, piano

MIKE MOGIS - guitars, synthesizers/keyboards, pedal
steel guitar, hammered dulcimer, Marxophone, Neptune

Produced, engineered and mixed by Mike Mogis at ARC
with additional recording by Glenn Davis, Zac Little, and
Adam Roberts. Mastered by Doug Van Sloun at Focus
Mastering. Studio assistants: Adam Roberts and Paul Ford

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Track Name: Such Things
I defy the stars above to bash our milky heads in
Throw themselves against the wind
then pick apart the heavens
When I awoke
I was in forever
When wind felled the oak
The saws all failed to sever
Is my I am myopia?
Now I feel the same
This belly aches with vacancy
And aren't we one among the wave?
His undulating tragedy
I mean maybe I could turn you on
By design you are the fire
chewing through the lumber
Never would the wood be good
enough to sate your hunger
Now I sleep adrift this shiftless vessel
I’ll never keep the ghost inside the gristle
Is my I am my opiate?
Now I feel the same
This belly aches with vacancy
And aren't we one among the wave?
His undulating tragedy
I mean maybe I could turn you on
Track Name: Sleeper Hold
Sleep and need when in accordance
are luxuries seldom afforded
to those who sow solely fauna
Somnolence all you ever wanted
Ohh end it now
If I'm river bottom bound
Yeah this lethargy
When induced by summer's heat
How it is so sweet
When you got your drink to drink
Sent the letter
Never gonna reach you
All the better
Why would I beseech you?
Are my days ancient offers?
Or are my days ancient ochers?
Heaven is a chemical
Swimming laps round the bowl of your skull
But tucked into your subtle frame
The keys to the kingdom lie in wait
Ohh end it now
If I'm river bottom bound
Yeah this lethargy
When induced by summer's heat
How it is so sweet
When you got your drink to drink
When entered with haste or hesitation
Never known you had the time for wasting
Are my days ancient offers?
or are my days ancient ochers?
Track Name: Estuary
As cold as you'd like
wary of an estuary where in
rivers like I might slide away
and mingle with seas
indistinguishably
swallowed by the ocean
over and over and over again
Who am I to ask the question?
Who am I at all?
Devil was there
hanging on the pinnacle
Earth pulls you in
and then you become the earth again
Or the angles scoop you up
Lest you dash your foot upon on the rock
Like you never mow the lawn
so your landlord does
It’s funny how things like that have ways of taking care of themselves
Who am I to ask the question?
Who am I at all?
Track Name: Rare Form
Shout at the succulent clouds
who in reply wring themselves out on the house
Doubt that your lungs carry cries
sufficient to pry weeping eyes out of these skies
I remember why
Waiting around day in day out
Swallow the keys
When we're released
Waiting around
which wasted hours are our ire?
God is where you let it be
So tell me if there are such things,
Are they things such as these?
Ah so rile up the holes in your head
let each little abyss have it sips
on the infinite tongue kisses
When we sit still
will we distill
Spirits you might swill?
Waiting around day in day out
Swallow the keys
When we're released
Waiting around
which wasted hours are our ire?
Let me be the one rare form
Track Name: Bad Ideas
Do I know that they know?
Do they know that I know?
Do I know that they know?
Do they know that they know?
Out among these burning crops
What would salve the bottoms of
He who heals the heel
Solely so the leg ends feel
Tell me this if our sun is
Arborist or arsonist
There are those who sow
There are those who kindle
Bad ideas
Bad bad ideas
That that I had
That I did
Do I know that they know?
Do they know that I know?
Do I know that they know?
Do they know that they know?
Fervor for this nothingness
burns the words upon our lips
Talking shit in tongues
mingle in these sopping lungs
Ah this descent to doom and gloom
set before a tune for two
This last waltz is all
These two left feet of my could ever recall
Bad ideas
Bad bad ideas
That that I had
That I did
Do I know that they know?
Do they know that I know?
Do I know that they know?
Do they know that they know?
Track Name: The Awefull Yawn
Born on a blue moon
hanging like a loose tooth in the sky
Dare I regale you
As if it were some kind of doing of mine
But oh in that awful yawn
We're all full on
You break the dawn
but never get a sun
Now we're sleeping in
Just awaiting your blood will thin again
What do you live on?
If you live beyond?
What do you live for?
you live forever
Yeah I was sorry I was so relieved
If there isn't any rest for the weary
then no weariness for the rest I guess
But ever if you leave me
Every pill that Elvis ever ate wouldn't shake
the ache
But oh in that awful yawn
We're all full on
You break the dawn
but never get a sun
Now we're sleeping in
Just awaiting your blood will thin again
What do you live on?
If you live beyond?
What do you live for?
you live forever
Yeah I was sorry I was so relieved
Dew-eye half-knot one forlong
Track Name: How Many Blankets Are In The World?
Everyone everywhere all the time
Waiting on a soft messiah
Everyone everywhere all the time
Waiting on a simple sigh of relief
And if you ever really died
I would be surprised
Life is long
Long enough to be mean
Life is short, short enough to mean something
To those who long
those who long for longer
The ebbing of your ebullience
Is evident in every dent
Come on let's kick some car doors in
You're what I'd hoped that I’d lost
Your wide eye'd hope that I’d lost
You're what I’d really hoped that I’d lost
How many blankets are in world?
And how many blankets are in the world?
How many blankets have existed?
Is there an answer if we can't have it?
Life is long
long enough to be mean
Life is short
short enough to mean something
To those who long
those who long for longer
Tonight, tonight is on
The radio
And it's 1998
And I'm alone
But if it's Billy's song
It's mine to hold
You're what I'd hoped that I’d lost
Your wide eye'd hope that I’d lost
You're what I’d really hoped that I’d lost
Track Name: River
No I'm not dead
just a head lighter
Gone in the wind
as dust of us requires
I’m already ready for
My arriving departure
Along your river
would there be enough grace to outweigh
the grave?
along your side
would there be enough legs for us to break?
Along your river
I stand dry
Be thou my vision
Hide tide on the crystal seas
And be thou my vision
Run down in the golden streets
And be thou my vision
cause I've never seen nothing
No I'm not dead
Just ahead of the rest
Words weight bearing beams
Always seem to hold everything
Ah but hack through the view
You need them but you do not want to
Along your river
would there be enough grace to outweigh
the grave?
along your side
would there be enough legs for us to break?
Along your river
I stand dry
Be thou my vision
Hide tide on the crystal seas
And be thou my vision
Run down in the golden streets
And be thou my vision
cause I've never seen nothing
Him and her
Hem and Haw
Till all is gone, all is lost
Meanwhile you and I
Euthanize our supplies of alibis
Who am I to ask the questions?
Who am I?
Track Name: Soft Edges
Hold hold the stupid phone
just so you won't know
That I'm not listening
Happy with the way
Way that this would weight
against our graciousness
We're all weary of the world
whirling of the world
and lack of static in it
You who waste my time
you will hear not one complaint
Grape on the vine
Break my face into your wine
When contingencies
bend against your bonhomie
The cruelty of existing
Due to
The cruelty of exiting
When you look at a distance
I think that then you’ll sense it’s all soft edges
When you see it all up close
I think that then you'll know it's all soft edges
No no nothing ever lasts
The future is the past
We're all processes
You who waste my time
you will hear not one complaint
Grape on the vine
Break your face into my wine
When contingencies
bend against your bonhomie
The cruelty of existing
Due to
The cruelty of exiting
Track Name: Necker Cube
Ah make me a believer
Ah make me un-believe her
Ours is a fruitless labor
Base and benign
Laid to the waste endeavors
Red on the rind
Out in this listless pasture
Seeds in the sun
dream of a forest fire
We will become
Ah make me a believer
Ah make me un-believe her
On to the yawning chasm
Bleached by the dark
When obsolescence has them
visions depart
Yours an unwieldy welcome
prickled and obtuse
Too wary to wear it out
to smooth it with use
Ah make me a believer
Ah make me un-believe her
Track Name: Lazarus
Lazarus
one death ain't enough
We lap the dust you used to ride
Your barrel chest
Does it fit like you remember it?
Does it itch?
Does it chide?
As for me
I could never rustle up envy
for how your stone rolled
My sole solace is
My soulless husk destined to disintegrate
My condolences
I could dole them wherein you wear out the words therein
And I
I've been thinking
All about your poison
And how it's wrapped in sweetness
And I would gladly eat them
Lives like this
are so sumptuous
You laugh it up
but you'll pay
It's like every cut that you got
but all at once
and the salt assaults each one
Track Name: House Divided
No more would Gomorrah implore us
you got them bad
Beside them was Sodom
You caught them and got them good
House divided
where do I sit
I'm inside it when it collapses
Hallelujah
How do they lure ya?
Right back to the
one wonderless way
Hosanna
Both hands up
Gunned down but lovingly
House divided
where do I sit
I'm inside it when it collapses
Track Name: Maya 31
Maya 31
The illusion becomes him
Rare form
And the prayer
And the pray-er
Made of clay dirt
Maya 31
The illusion becomes ya
Rare form
And the prayers
And the pray-ers
Made of same dirt