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released December 1, 2012

recorded and mastered in the basement of the wonderful Matt Schimelfenig. contact him at nervousworld@gmail.com and check out his band threemancannon.bandcamp.com!

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Track Name: mountain kids
Oh all the mountain kids are swimming in the lake
They’re off getting lost again, taking what they take.
Me I stand defeated I lost and I’ve retreated to the lake from the lake.
But you, you’ve got so small. But you, you’ve got so small again.
You, you threw it all away. yah
And I’ve lost chapters from the dizziest of nights, and I find comfort in the few
familiar eyes that got away.
But you, you’ve got so small. But you, you’ve got so small again.
You, you threw it all away. Yah
On to the impossible conversation you’re mad I left I’m mad you stayed.
Forgive me for the impossible conversations you’re mad I left well I’m mad you stayed.
Oh all the mountain kids - still swimming away.
Track Name: ella
I’m freezing to death in this real chilly place and
I’m trying to savor that look on your face and the way the dog sleeps with her feet up.
But I just can’t imagine leaving this place but without us its all just negative space, anyway.
I will lead you trails so you can follow me home
You can steal my words and make them all your own
It’s the simplest moments I miss you the most
when I wake up and you’re not in bed then I get nervous for
just a few moments until the thought rushes over my head
you’re just walking the dog again.
I will make you a map and a timeline so you can remember these days
when life was simple and not complicated these are our dog days.
These are our dog days.
Track Name: south philly
I fall asleep to the sound of violence and I wake up to the sound of sirens
and you and your missing parts and you with your dreams in jars.
Riding south I can’t see the northern lights or the apathy we share on those
drunken summer nights just me with my dreams in jars poor me with my missing parts.
I watch you day dream about god are you day dreaming still?
Watch you day dream about god are you day dreaming still?
But what has he done for you?
- I fall asleep to the sounds.