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SHOP SOUNDS

by Jon Epworth

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1.
BAD NEWS 03:10
if you never cross the road you'll never see the other side if you never bear the load you'll never toughen up your hide only on your darkest days will you appreciate the light if you refuse all other ways you'll never know if yours was right you've got an image of yourself painted by the ones who speak they choose their words so carefully and mould your confidence with ease bending the truth and feeding your ego they train your hands to suit their needs but when the pedestal gets pulled they break your knees from underneath bad news - just around the bend bad news - better get used to it when it happens to you - you'll never be the same again bad news
2.
i'm using coffee filters in the bathroom again i got distracted and forgot to get a bunch of essentials healthy potables and victuals this situation is ridiculous - i'm situated on the meniscus of the heave of a swelling wave where i'll defeat all my senseless cravings and my dish-soap dispenser runneth over man i gotta go gotta get me gone get me movin why can't you chill the fuck out time is a luxury afforded to the young and careless why can't you chill the fuck out man i gotta jet get from here to there but get back here on time what's the difference if you wake up in bouctouche or japan man you're outta touch get back on the bus you're no spring chicken how can the two of us exist in just one man drop what you're doing and run is the old axiom but when i run, i run into the opposite of what i'm supposed to be running to that's why the dishes pile up and the living room's a mess and my bank account is empty and my phone is minute-less and my memory becomes more like a thing that never happened like it was some other asshole who was at the same address man i gotta go... my dish-soap dispenser runneth over that's how you know i'm a man my dish-soap dispenser runneth over 'cause i can get to the task at hand my dish-soap dispenser runneth over i'll get to it when i can... or maybe later
3.
CONDUIT 03:21
we traverse from nape to stamen hoping for a glimpse of nomenclature of the ills we're feeling can't transcribe it can't believe it we are a conduit it never ceases to amaze me we instigate and run away from our own arguments feed off the folly of the mainstream turn up our noses at the things we can't become we can excuse any action with no remorse no retraction we are a conduit... watch my back-pedal encroach
4.
stick-thin buck-toothed sean john shirt with his hat off to the side check out the confident stride the honky paragon of our times forty-plus and hanging on to the joi de vivre gone by used to make all the ladies scream now he just makes his momma cry hey there whiteboy player yesterday said goodbye couldn't graduate from the old school the new school is leaving you far behind now you gotta demo that's self-produced 'cause you can rock 4/4 in them fruity loops all the haters out there won't think it's so funny when they hear the mad ways you can rhyme the word 'money' tap me on the shoulder smellin' like a rolled smoke sayin' "hey man, check out my beats, my uncle kevin says they're dope" pop your cheap-ass ear-buds into their intended receptacle and as was expectable your music is detestable a spectacle of hi-end heavy hiss-encrusted decibels lamentable the thought of someone calling this presentable now take them MP3s before i get myself intestinal (son) check it out - check out my cubic zirconium check it out - check out my oversized nike pumps check it out - check out the gleam of my mail-order grille check it out - this upper cuspid is dressed to kill hey there whiteboy player...
5.
so many years i've repelled your attack sweating your way into my field of view i'll never get those moments back i tip my hat and say "congrats to you" oh i feel the embrace of an everlasting love oh i've discarded my face to become a vision of defeat thought i was special thought i was the exception under duress i succumb to conscription now there's no difference between you and me diet soda and the UFC type 2 diabetes and my god-given right to be free not really sure how this got started hard to resist such an easy target you and your clones have got me surrounded you stole my jeans and had my car impounded oh i feel the embrace...
6.
how did i get so passive and when did the stone get so massive how will they gauge my reaction better create a distraction they say submission is a state of mind it's a state of mine nobody told me that i'd have to be tough i've got the evidence to back it up gimme my orders and get me out the door can't push me if i stay out of reach can't educate if you don't teach can't pacify me 'cause i never complain can't piss you off 'cause i'm potty-trained there was a part of me that used to care but that part of me got fucking scared i saw the precipice a mile away got on my knees and crawled the other way gimme my orders and get me out the door
7.
INTO YOU 04:10
reveal yourself to me i'll keep your secrets stowed but refuse and you will see i'll spill everything i know the secret's out i'm into you if i could be someone else you might be into me too i know you by degrees every time your face is shown i will comb my thinning hair and don my cleanest clothes i could help you tackle the world head-down full-on the secret's out... if you give me every morsel the world will think you're gone
8.
NO FILTER 03:04
i want a pretty mouth so you can stand the sight of my song and if i get my teeth aligned will you gaze into my gaping maw where all the sound arrives one more look and i'm caving in your mind i wanted to say it so i went ahead and said it can't take it back so there's no need to regret it you want to steal my time but you don't want to kiss a mouth full of crooked lines well anyway you take my hand almost every time welcome to the inside the inside of my face kick in the trestles and collapse this fucking place no filter i wanted to say it so i went ahead and said it can't take it back so there's no need to regret it no need to regret it now
9.
i called on the doctor like i do on a regular basis i'm no hypochondriac but i do prefer vim and vigour to a state of stasis i told him i feel pretty good but i'm not feeling so well all the same he just laughed at me and said "don't come back again" put your hands on me baby but stop just shy of the skin out of the blood up through my denim toss my venom to the wind so i asked a friend to ask a friend to throw me a line they sent me to a homeopathic couple in a basement apartment they got me to lay down and they looked at me for a time then they said something about collective empathy and threw me out and they didn't even ask me for a dime (which i thought was cool) and though nothing really happened something definitely happened i felt about ten pounds lighter and in the distance i heard waves lapping put your hands on me baby.... transcendental meditation karmic medication doin' the reiki shuffle
10.
INHERITANCE 04:11
i come from a long line of heavy hitters it ain't what i think you think i mean hitting the bottle ain't so hard of you it's hitting the pavement that makes your ears ring and i had to go inherit this thing too bad, so sad, it's fucking cruel slowly i turn into something you can't see that's all right by me it's just like my momma said too bad, so sad, it's fucking cruel i made my escape with fermented grapes and a series of embarrassing dionysian out-takes my shame waited for me outside of the bar and it hit me like a water balloon tossed from a moving car it's too bad it's so sad it's fucking cruel

about

These songs were written as they were recorded, each song starting from one basic kernel (a drum lick, a guitar riff) and expanding in much the same way a corn kernel does when shaken over heat: BANG! Each idea was followed through to it's completion as quickly as possible. I asked each contributor to follow the same guidelines when recording their parts - just listen to the track once or twice and then give me the first thing that comes to mind.

Songs were recorded in a large warehouse space which also houses two woodshops and a storage facility. The particular ambiance of the room lent itself very well to the off-the-cuff nature of this album.

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released October 10, 2013

Produced, performed, engineered by Jon Epworth (except where noted).
Mixed & mastered by Jon with assistance from Andrew Wiseman.

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