recorded at Abandoned Sound Studios and Apetrax Studios (both in Chicago, IL)
lyrics
Stand and watch the circles without an invitation as a stationed apparition at the best. A crudely painted portrait of a water colored face mask with eyes behind that burned straight through our chests.
And the sensation was like a strawberry fight at the funeral of a farmer who had grown them all his life. When he learned that he was poisionously ripe, he filled his trusty combine in the night and he rode to the county line. Ride, Ride, Ride.
Electric studded impulse between our epidermises was lighting up my dick, but not my brain. A petting zoo without fur we're naked shivering hamsters looking for a sandpaper mistake.
And the sensation was like a credit card fight at the funeral of an accountant who had added up his life. When he learned that he could add, but not divide. He stole his favorite car from his x-wife and he rode to the county line. Ride, Ride, Ride.
There's one thing to do when it gets too full. Grab yourself a needle and gouge a hole. It's going to explode with a bursting pop. Ride and you ride and you just don't stop.
credits
from Trashed Castles,
released November 12, 2010
Matthew Nemeth - lead vocals, lyrics
Tim Bredrup - bass, back up vocals, synthesizers
Steve Pahl - electronic drums, acoustic drums, synthesizers, lead recording engineer
Charley Bredrup - electric rhythm guitar
Andy Smith - 12 string acoustic guitar, synthesizers
The Seoul-based indie pop duo lean deeper into the interplay between dance and emotion on their second album for Beeline Records. Bandcamp Album of the Day Aug 31, 2023