Recorded live at Sex Dungeon studios in Spring 2011. Engineered, mixed and produced by James Ryskalchick and Dan Angel at Sex Dungeon. Mastered by Ryan Schwabe. Songs by Fletcher VanVliet.
Cover art by Fletcher VanVliet, Design & Lettering by Kevin Wallace.
released 23 September 2011
Dan Martino, Accordion and Vocals. Fletcher VanVliet, Acoustic Guitar and Vocals. Morgan Jamison, Toy Piano and Vocals. Robin Carine, Electric Guitar and Vocals. Sean Cox, Banjo. Stephen Landis, Violin. Taylor Jamison, Acoustic Bass. Barrett Lindgren, Drum.
I woke up in a dream just now where all seemed just so. Quick to my feet, I walked away. Some unseen torrent is punishing me. I've grown to love this burden, the thrill of drowning in the change.
I can see across all that I've lost, I'm obsessed with my death but I've no fear of it. Such a torment I place on my brain, to put everything into its right place when they're just fine. Everything is as it should be.
My girl is somewhere out there now. She's just waiting for me to open my eyes and see how her love was a beautiful thing. 'Cause I can see how we're due for a shifting of the plates. So I'm tightening my sails, riding the winds of my fate and I bet that you're a lot like me, you were born to sail the sea. In open waters that we meet, doom maiden, my queen.
Track Name: An Elephants Memory
The elephant carries me way back when I was a kid of sixteen, living for nothing. When I fell in love for the first time I said it, I said that I would die for her earth.
So we moved to the city all the way 'cross the country. We were searching desperately for something, anything and now you're back on the west coast, that's where you belonged after all. With your family and friends, I don't blame you.
So it was me and my buddy loosed on the streets, we were kids again and it felt like the very first time I'd bled. Getting lost every night, too fucked up, I was blind as I watched a good friend dying. I swore to never do that again.
Sometimes you must turn on a dime, we were so close to bliss that time but that is to live, do it over again until you've grown sick and riddled with death. Your body get's old, one day it'll quit. I'll be the fool who keeps on digging. Sign me up I'll be the fool who keeps on digging. Sign me up, I'll be the fool.
Track Name: Cat/Patience
Beautiful friend of mine, you keep me warm late into the night and I know that you've got nowhere else to go so we're staying in bed. So long as it's warm, hold each other close.
One day I'll shed the shell, then I'll be like you again, free as the day that I was born. I'll be a man no more.
Her light lingers and for a while now I've been blocking it out but I am done with that charade. I've made a change, I'm not running from anything anymore. So let us sing darling while we still can, at least we know that's pure. So, la la la la la lai laaa, la la la.
War has shaped the landscape, it's in our blood but it's not our fate, not if we so choose to make that change. Creatures of god must love everything. For all that is good comes to those of us who wait...
And I will sing my song until the night falls, then I'll dance with you until the break of dawn. It matters not that none may see how you and me, we are free in the most wonderful of ways.
Track Name: I'm a Boy Made of Atoms
So it's a question of practice of faith, you told me you loved me and that your heart was fixed. Well me I'm keeping my promise of what we once said, I'm gonna figgur you out girl if it takes me all day. So I'm keeping it hard, 'cause here's the promise land, you got another thing coming if you say that I aint a man.
Yeah me I know what I am girl, me, I'm a boy made of atoms. If you had another man I reckon I'd stab him. So I take it to heart, that look in your eyes. I'm gonna give you one second, then I'm saying goodbye.
Track Name: Farmhouse
I don't like to fall asleep, it never came to me that easily anyways. So I stay awake, watch the sun come up, start another day. Two sips of coffee and a cigarette, thinking about the days before we'd ever met. Who I was then, something I can't let myself forget again. It's hard to say what little things are gonna pull you through your days.
I'm going back in time to the farm as a boy. My father built big toys out of scrap metal and my momma danced with me in the dining room. In that old haunted house, sometimes I swear that I still live there now. I'd like to think I can look back and cherish all your faces. If I can rest my head in memories, I can let myself begin again. So why can't we let ourselves begin again?