our first album "Palisades" on CD complete with liner notes
Includes unlimited streaming of Palisades
via the free Bandcamp app, plus high-quality download in MP3, FLAC and more.
ships out within 2 days
During the summer, of getting to know us better, I thought I was the best 17 year old ever. Thrown on Pinkerton, to feel better, after seeing you, in your "Autumn Sweater". Once you move onto your next one, I disappear into my record collection. Marquee Moon to Closer to Spiderland, Jeff Mangnum singing of concentration camps. Armed Forces, Look Sharp!, Jens Lekman, again and again and again and again. Lights of Ocean Parkway, always seemed to guide the way, way through the rain; the way back to your place. I slipped, because the "Blankets Were the Stairs"! And I was hoping, someone would care, but who could hear me buried beneath the sand? I don't know why, it hit me so hard. Watching you with your back turned, leaving the park. Some nights I stare at my ceiling, I wonder where you've been. You'll always be my hero and I hope to see you again. Fear of loathing in New York, small body, big city. Far from the lights of Ocean Parkway, my feet stand on the window ledge of opportunity. Our future doesn't involve the traffic of Prospect Expressway, my fake plastic love, my everything. My Emergency & I, you'd be my "Mayfly". So I'll float over the skyline, 'till I see the sunrise in your eyes. Let's all do the "Fillmore Jive", maybe I'll sleep tonight.