Hinged show Tuesday, November 19 in Chicago

The second song we’re releasing this month!

You can download the song for free from the Internet Archive, but please consider supporting us by buying the song (at whatever price you think is fair) through Bandcamp.

Lyrics

To capture for a lifetime what in moments catches on
To put to paper what it was about that song
Homemade magnetic tapes for all the people that you love
For purity, or bravery, or grace, or just because that’s what a heart does
The echoes encompassing us!

I feel a strange prehension that is much bigger than me
A shadow falls ahead so far I fail to see
And so at times I’d like a map to what I cannot comprehend
But infinite cartographer, your trusted magic pen
Can only ink against the edge of understanding!
Yeah, you always draw me on along, questions compounding

But family and friends their thoughts therein will interject
And, oh, to feel the strength in all the places they connect
There’s time’s we’ve spoken cryptically and times we’ve been direct
Sometimes we speak so cyclically, sometimes just hold our breath and see
that presence sets the stage for conversation!
Or simply says what it must say with its intention!

And so we start to feel we shoudn’t be so scared
We see this understanding as the only thing that’s there
There’s feelings you must overcome, and feelings you must use,
And strengthened by a timeless love that you must never lose

It’s born of ancestry and poetry and chemistry!
Horizon lines and volume and infinity!

For now we focus on whatever comes to mind
A slow progression, though a tender one, we find
The sun against a face some hot Ohio afternoon
A timeless sense of place among the relics in my room
A low hanging amber melon of a moon.
We can stop and sleep and plan the next day soon.

You can download the song for free from the Internet Archive, but please consider supporting us by buying the song (at whatever price you think is fair) through Bandcamp.

This is the first of the songs we’re releasing this month.

Lyrics

I want to be a dinosaur, a fossil of times come before.
Extinction seems bleak, but I shudder to think of not knowing when my time has come.
And I hope when it comes that I know.

Well they busted the block in ’65 and we scattered like ash far and wide

To these places we made as if molded from clay, too thick for the roots to survive
And the rules of the game from when we were young get more faded and faded with time
But the kid seems alright, but because or in spite, I don’t know, what the struggle was for

And worse than the devils you think that you knew,
Are the ones you believe into life.

But hope’s not the same as belief.
Which in turn’s not the same, as knowing by name, that the worst of your fears are misplaced.

Let it go.

And I hope when it comes that I know.

you can also find a video we made for “Bad Ideas” here..