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released July 23, 2012

Recorded in the Little Room studio and Luke's bedroom.
Mixed and mastered by Kyle Lucas at Attic Studios.
Cover photo by Allison Lano and edited by Sean Dunn.

Room Noise 05, 2012.

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"A smooth, flowing fullness and a beat that makes it infectious and easy to listen to. It’s a sound so big it can’t quite be contained into individual songs, and each track seems to pour into the next as the album unfolds."

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Track Name: Tau (Introduction)
Pasta water, getting hotter.
Track Name: King of Kings
she stands back as the earth unfurls
and can't find a single thing that she loves about this world
but she loves humming songs and holding her lovers close
and her right to love whatever that she loves the most
The love above is one with you and one with me
Let's paint ecclesial portraits and pretend we're free
The king of kings is within every man on earth
that tries to create meaning and prove their worth
for the lord god omni
try to find a fire
oh
light your own pyre
oh
lose your mind
loosen your mind
lose your mind
loosen your mind
she shouldn't be upset that she's an ordinary girl
after all we're living in an ordinary world
so gather all the vestiges of what you thought your life could be
hold my hand and close your eyes and come with me
What's going down on old detroit is what we need
weapons of mass creation & ingenuity
The kings of kings is within every man in time
that strives to catch and externalize the art of life
for the lord god omni
try to find a reason
oh
neural adhsesion
oh
pass the time
by losing your mind
pass the time
by losing your mind

Caine't say we're Abel
to sin as freely as Babeling architects
Caine't exactly explain to us
the split personalities over millenia
Why aren't we angel cakes?
Why do we defecate over ourselves?
Tell me what can you say to that,
you silent transparent Colossus of Rhodes?

A book for all and a book for none
a crook of all and a crook of none
a king of a king or a queen of a queen
is one whose holy mind is clean
It's raining dogma and catechism
in the world of a king there's no more rain
a king of a king or a queen of a queen
is one whose holy mind is clean
Track Name: Echo Courts
Tally odds and dally towards the iron octopod
To ricochet in tubs of melted
Sherbet stains your summer kicks
You win a fish and sing it songs of love
You wait in line to say we really rode the tallest ride
Like countless other sweating peoples
Honey, strap in next to me
So we can bounce in ecstasy above

And when we die, I hope they mention me
And all those bitches die on shadeless seas
Another coaster boasts a bulge of these
Of course I'd show you
But I told your mom that you would get home
Safely
We'll get home safely

Wake, stretch your toes in the sheets
Scald your tongue, start with sweets
Park your car, plod these streets
Shadow shades, see a man
Plunging fast, showers red
From his skull, splatters sped
From floor twelve to your head
Crushed your neck: the world is gone

The arcade speaks; Geneva mecha pecked
The princess's cheek then took the firebreather's cousin
Tickers turn in circles
Over-sexed the ex, express yourself out loud
Your priestess eyes would fast or rather watch
The Sun God rise alone, above the Lazy-Susan
Strip and sing, your horse -
A cannibal - would make your Dali proud

Pretend it ends and then you'll come with me
Where we can laugh with everyone we see
And I'll be saved, your skirt can catch the breeze
When sinful women live in infamy
I pooled the money from Monopoly
Of course I'd show you
But I told your mom that you would get home
Safely
We'll get home safely

It begins when the ice, it coats the
Oaks and the willows, frozen
E-mails in Kale-monath and the
Hail bludgeons windows, winsome (when some)
Foliage peeks its stigmas
Shooting through pistils, this will
Signal the green to peak and
Bellow like minstrels, then the
Art of all the dresses will make
Fools of many aesthetes who will
Roll around in suns and grasses,
Just dying to be athletes, when the
Weather turns to shit again
And October really frightens me:
On a throne or on a pinwheel
We will all fall down again

Routine for bed, just lie off the mountain
I'm guessing He felt the force of your shouting
Ferris(t) of fairs and fish-eating fountain,
Roe of the roller: give me an outing

We'll get home safely to safety.

don't we have similar likes?
don't we have similar eyes?
don't we have similar likes?
don't our values have the same keys?
Track Name: Slow Jam
Baby, the act of creation is
wearing me down
along with what you're wearing
so slip in the sheets that you dove into
and let's relieve the tension
of several silent summers

I'll sing to the stars you swallow
and hide in your hair (it's hollow, don't you know?)
confide in the fire I follow
and light the ones I haven't known

Refractory glow,
I'll bathe in light and simple daze
and ask you questions
about what it's to like to live today
we'll grasp at reasons
fogging the pineal gland
we'll say fuck it
and decide to do the same again

Maybe the act of creation is
wearing me down
but now what you were wearing
is on the floor by your shoes
like ink in water or rain on a window
and we've relieved the tension
of several silent summers

I'll sing this song so sweetly
I'll sing this song recursively
and let it resound infinitely
I'll cling to the car as you drive away

Don't crawl through the night,
I just want to pass the time.
Do what it takes to make it right
but I just want to pass the time.
Don't crawl through the night
I want you to take your time
Do what it takes to make it right
I want you to take your time

I'll feast on the fare you follow
the least of which I can swallow
I'll sing to the stars you swallow
and hide in your hair, it's hollow, don't you know?

Your eyes are fleeting,
kaleidoscopic, changing meaning
lock them to mine
as we reproduce the spin-
al pleasure
that she gave me once ago
the pouring pleasure
of pressure pressing on my presence
Baby, the act of creation is
wearing me down
along with what you're wearing
so slip in the sheets that you dove into
and let's relieve the tension
of several silent summers