cold drone blues expanded

by Single Soul

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album art by catarina miranda / myxo

cold drone blues expanded is taking 50 minutes out of a quiet wednesday to go hiking and you look and see the world around you until it begins to rain and you take off your hat and you know you can’t cry and you just finished reading the metamorphosis and you feel dizzy, and you’re cold and sweating and hurt and rosy AND complete and unattractive and you become yourself just a little bit more and you feel alright.

and today it is foggy, and it is icy.

credits

released January 16, 2016

jacob - guitar, vocals, keys/piano, bass, drums, etc.
ollie - guitar on resilient spirit
erik - viola on abby is pretty let's go to albertson's
brendan - cymbal swells on abby is pretty let's go to albertson's

massive, unending thanks to all involved, as well as all other beings and objects i am fond of, especially you! xoxoxoxoxoxoxo



“Was he an animal, that music could move him so? He felt as if the way to the unknown nourishment he longed for were coming to light.”

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Track Name: new wave girl
new wave girl
i don't need your pity
our scenery will change
it'll be okay

skater boy
i don't want your sympathy
this hat keeps me warm outside
these ruins are fine

je ne fête pas comme toi ou nico
je me saoule sur le ciel
votre vie est triste comme la mienne

stoner girl
in your new wave world
Track Name: brookings
hold onto your hoodie
it was soft, i liked the feeling

the sun was out, smelled like new grass
i don't wanna go back

i forget how you looked
i remember how you felt

summer feels better up north
it feels better as a child

you were like a giant to me
but that feeling is elsewhere now

i looked up, called you "jessie"
but the coast belongs to you now

i forget everything else
but i remember how you felt
Track Name: the quality of mercy is not strained
her eyes lit up in her room, a gentle joy, or innocent glimmer
laughed hard, felt no need to constrain it
boy stoned in backyard, loves her bubble voice, wants her there

but she won't come
just like the guitar player girl who let him see her face
he won't see them this winter break
poet girl made that very clear

but suggest, "wouldn't it be nice?"
and reply, "yes it would."
and it will remain at that.
they'll never wed like they should.

the boy has nothing to write songs about now.
he'll spend his time searching for a clone of her.
a replica which has not yet had to forgive him.
because the quality of mercy is not strained.
Track Name: anthology for mothers
how the earthen peak stands gracefully out of reach
what is it you seek? and will you find it underneath

you felt cursed just a second after birth when you're tiny little legs felt the absence of earth
you put on a dark hat and hid behind feathers like a raven in autumn shielding itself from weather

and it won't end how they like
unless we stay distorted in noise
if "home" stretches itself
you can wear what you like
other than your heart on your sleeve

mother says, "believe in something"
didn't believe in that too much
says, "we were all born with one thing"
an elegant history in rust

say it's over and then you're gone before it's done
set it all out in a plan
laced with self-actualization
so your mind controls your body
in the way that i'm used to

find yourself doted by a querulous child whose thoughts are bound to give conclusion away
push the brown out of my eyes but i'm still gonna hide it all anyway
fade into sober mornings with arctic convulsions in either state
sorry we spilled the carrot juice, it was probably because of the diamonds in our brain

scrap metal boy gonna feel all better
says he's goin vegan, but his jacket's leather
and he did it all to impress some lady
that gave him a look drove him a little crazy

says, "i'm part of something now" but not sure just what
"but i'm still feelin like dying", guess you have to put up
with many more years of the fade in and out
could've been worse if he didn't have his wits about

says, "know i'm gonna miss what little hope i had left
cause it's gonna lay inside a pit again
and sink down into a place i find myself in from time to time"

"and you don't like my tunes for shivers and amiss"

say it's over and then i'm gone before it's done
ready to go to the end, or somewhere far away
with more waves and a whale to high five me

even when at sea, i'll still drag the streets
Track Name: trinity river blues part twose
distance forgets that we don't converse anymore
business like this has passed and gone before
keep questioning if i made it up my head
still i remember cold wind and your hair was warm red

like when i stayed at a ranch with my two gay best friends and they cuddled snug in the bed and i laid on the floor, shivering with the dog

but it was a nice dog

or when i saw the girl with curly hair again after a year and i asked if she wanted some gum, but she didn't kiss me this time, and we saw the raving street preacher

and she ordered the chicken breast

or the girl with red hair
oh, wonder what colour it is now
Track Name: untitled 9 (symphony for thee snowy owl and arctic ocean) (dressing song in f#)
every time that it's my turn to solo, i get sick
cause i lied about swinging the bat, oh i did
and please don't wear those low cut tops no more
the kid don't know exactly what he wants

and none of these people know about the boys i've kissed
and none of those boys know if i really loved them

people are the same everywhere you go
everyone gives themselves some label like
oh yeah, yeah, yeah, i'm an artsy sad punk or something
whatever just love me

or yeah you guys are just like the burn-out and the boy scout, except you aren't from down south

or yeah you're just like the boyfriend i set my cousin up with, classic stand-up texan kid

(questions without answers)

oh please liz harris guide me through this hallway
my pants are rose print, jazz man says i dress in f#
sunday i put on black on gray on black
and mourn my lack of musical talent

see the stars each night as a reminder
i just wanna be with cinema girl