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Big Neighborhoods With Big Houses

by Mama Would Be Proud

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1.
Dressing Up 02:57
We're dressing up our animal instinct consuming like were told: on the phones where people comfort me, in my bed just trying not to get too cold. Where no one understands it, so I do my best to shut up around all of this that matters to the people who try not to give a fuck. So yeah, I guess that we're dying. But you're missing every point. You have to swallow cheer, disappear right here in my bed, just try and get my eyes unstuck. Don't look like that. Nothing's easy; you have to face that fact and just react to every inch of every object try to measure out each soul like we're carving up our names again into the cement where our first house was sold. And yeah, we had to move out. (It'd) make us notice something new and every time that you wake up you can rest assured that I still haven't a clue. Don't look like that, nothing's easy you have to face that fact. It's not some class, alright. Don't look like that, nothing's easy you have to face that fact and just react.
2.
You're house is small on that hill with the hall, where your stomach can't crawl, your skin fades like a doll's into your old age where you break up the pay that you made and then saved for your meds and a grave. Keep eyes on the road...HAVE YOU SEEN THESE STREETS?! When the sky starts to weep all the leaves off the trees in a swarm of red and green I can't read because my mind is so free, but it don't want to be. No I don't think so. Permission, permission. I don't want suspicion. I need this condition with wisdom that's twitching 'cause you can't say you know if you don't relate. You want nothing from me, but that's all that I'd take. Oh I'm a misery-thumpin', this country I'm stuck in. All my lack of luck and my missing that's toughing out all these nights. I won't make myself right. Sleep alone though it's like a coffin every time. No I need nothing, but I have to live and I want to give and stop feeling so stiff. Myself makes me sick, and I know it does you, I can see how you move. You'd say "it's true. We can't choose" but that's all that we do.
3.
Tell you what: you assume too much and I don't think that's ok. It's still tough, feels like I'm still screaming when there's nothing left to say. And it's just like we're composed in laughter, we can always play ourselves. I'd like to touch upon the selfish, shattered, shut-out shut-in losing any help he thought he had. But you don't have to, no need to tell me I'm sad. Cynical? No, I think it's fear that I'm terrible at games. It's so cold, my veins tightly laugh that my knee caps are ashamed at the fact no one's ever bothered to show me that I'm stuck. Tell you what, you can assume too much if I'm all clear to collect myself like such: give back my laugh, give me the weight of waiting and every fucking lap around the track.
4.
More Plainly 02:39
We're not all stars, but we're planets. So, we flicker just the same. The collective wind of every breath held in, every picture tied to a name and place in the same way; I keep reaching out my hands. Only feeling air, no there's nothing there except what I need to understand. I always feel like slipping away. Take a whip like they planned it, been thinking that one up for months. Imagine the pain I was handed, you could never get enough. All of my luck in a nap sack, all my hope in a safe. So when I'm not sane I can look more plainly at the love I shouldn't make. All of these songs should read like prayers to absent Gods who don't take dares.
5.
Give me some time, I never meant to bother no one. Tell me a lie, a quick fix just give me some hon'. Give me a place: a safe face for the fakest space flight. "Tie up my lace!" the princess prays to a God that's uptight. Keep me awake, if I'm up I might choke on my bad dreams. Let's watch the day, I'm hung over and it hardly hurts me. Give me a break, I'm down in the valley and you're all choked up now? Give me a taste, just lean over the table and kiss me somehow, and I'll try and shake the building down. Buy me a cape, I'll be a hero I can finally feel pain without the ache of stomach growls and a redness that lights my face, see I ain't no saint. But I can sure as hell try, just let me martyr. Call me insane, but all the pretty girls seem to be getting smarter to all the wise-crack, sarcastic remarks that I'd fake just to feel a bit smart. I'll try to keep my head if you're looking so fine and feeling so keen.
6.
Firsts 02:34
My first breath wasn't my first breath, so my last won't be my last. Everyone to one another. Shouldn't whisper what went wrong with the past. My last words won't be my last words if I scream them loud enough. Make traces through the spaces saying, "The pace is always fast enough". What time can never say or take the blame: it's fine, I'm so awake that I can wait. My next loss should be worse than all. I guess we ought to get used to that, even your soul is getting older. Uphill, but then you're over. Ain't that bad. (?) But my first cry wasn't the first time, that was every one since then. Even my eyes are getting smaller, every baby getting taller like his friends. I'm fine, I'm not busy or even smart. I'm not right to walk dizzy or even talk.
7.
I keep my elbows to my side, it's gotten really cold in Nashville. Suffocate an honest try to bring my soul into the cash mill. It's been a really far out Friday and my mouth don't want to rest. If you don't want to, I'll shudder nonetheless. I just keep staring at the branches, I keep thinking back to that one little bit of happy that now only makes me sad. Because one day you're on an iceberg and the next in a truck. Always waking up right where you're sure that the lightning hasn't struck. Pride and shine up your joy. Make my mind just a boy's. No, I am staring. Want to scare me? You are very. . . I am terrible at this. Ain't no "baby, come and save me" just me waiting for a miracle to miss. It was horrible to say, I could barely hold my tongue. It's better off that way, I hate ruining your fun, but I'm burning up these highways trying to get a fucking clue. Simple? It seems insane. I ain't never pulling through. I'm just passing along, though my swinging it ain't just for song. No I am lonely. Want to show me? You ought to throw me out and off and on the bench. You need to tell me how it felt being a Robbin living freely on the fence.
8.
Kid, you've got so much to give. Yeah, so what? You've gotta make it live. Getting sneaky when the piece don't fit. Getting closer so you start to kick. The love you needed badly never wanted it, so you spit 'cause you're sick and your heart has been ripped. Only timing's the trick so I always try to split into a thought or maybe your eyes. Maybe seeing me might change your mind. But you never let on that I was already gone. You insist? I insist. When it comes to me you're just wrong. And I won't speak a word, if that's what you prefer. I won't act assured, 'cause my mind fucking hurts. I'm not a bird, and you're not a bird. So, so disturbed. Yeah that's really mature. You've got to try some love. But no, not on your hands like gloves and you ought to get some sleeves so what you wear can truly breath. Because that's what it needs. Yeah that's what I need.
9.
After All 03:01
Stop the barking dog. Be the perfect setting sun (son). Don't think of what you want, just all the things you've done. Be hurried out of that heavy-hearted house left to worry about your mouth. Yeah I'm the frightened hopeless child, your the minister of mild. Throw the passive in a pile, after all it's just denial. And keep faking free like ghosts that scream, quiet knee touching quiet knee. I want more to be there now. Believe me, I don't want to waste one more second of your time. You freeze me, so I can't feel the pressure you're placing on my spine. Intend on an insult. Learn to act like an adult, returning what's been told unexposed and fucking cold. Project only an air, yell "I'm embarrassed and I care!" Self doubt or self despair, guess I'm a model for that scare. But it's not as if it hasn't been the hardest thing since it begins (began) my eyes have been over worked. I'm cooled out, feeling cursed.

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Recorded winter 2010-2011 in Sachse Texas at The Studio With a Ping Pong Table. * Except "Dressing Up" and "After All" recorded at Tear Wrangler in Dallas.

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released February 1, 2011

Stephen Roberts- Sings, writes, guitars, keys, weird sounds, some bass, some drums.
Christian Baraks- Bass, drums, more weird sounds
Chris Littlehohn- Drums, brushes
Evan Douglas- Drums, Tambourines
Ben Littlejohn- Bass

Photo by Ben Hornsby, Paint by Stephen.

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Stephen Roberts, Christian Baraks, Samuel Bernhardt,
Joe White, Bennett Littlejohn
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