bodies of water

by joyride!

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released September 18, 2014

tracked/mixed/mastered by Jack Shirley at the Atomic Garden.
with Jon Drinnan on trumpet and organ and Neal Sharma on sax.

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Track Name: jump start
today the coffee stand was robbed. car wouldn’t start, jump start the car although i don’t have far to go. only the parking lot around the block, the library, the grocery store, home. we’ll call it a wash, hope that it slows to a stop but so far it’s not. and don’t be surprised to hear from me, you’re all i’ve got. all our wares are good as gone and i know i am damage done.
Track Name: slow release
summer came and i didn’t notice. when it left it was just the same. you packed up and said you were leaving. now you’re back again. i still live in that same apartment. i still call and you don’t call me. we fall in to half-hearted living, nostalgia and lethargy. it’s been a slow release all along, you must have misheard or wrote it down wrong.
Track Name: don't forget the first one
i could never be the one. shield yr eyes from the winter sun. we won’t forget the first one. forget what i said, i never had no good advice but wouldn’t it be nice. i lack in patience and in foresight. we want a heart in working condition, good looks, good disposition. i reject the notion that you can only have one. meet me at the coast by the ocean. i can hear it long distance, through the phone, through your callous statements. an imprint in wet cement, “i’m unlovable i am discontent.”
Track Name: earthquake
we had a plan for the big quake. i like to map out my escape routes. you’ve got a big heart but they say it doesn’t work well. i’m not that surprised. these aren’t the ways that we’ve grown to quantify. you’re somewhere in the pacific, i’m hoping you’re alright cause your letter didn’t say much. we had a plan for the big quake. i like to map out my escape routes. you were gonna meet me at the bus stop between our two streets. your letter didn’t say much, but i didn’t write back, so how could i expect that? i’m sorry i’m not waking up. if you call i’m not hanging up.
Track Name: small talk
i was never the pretty one. don’t tell me otherwise. small hands can hold it all. thick skin can multiply. i mispronounce words. i think in rhyme. i’ve been misplaced and it’s not the first time. i was never the good one, you’ve got it all wrong. i might have said that i could once and that was my fault. i stop short of the things you remind me of. we might not say much but we still like to talk.
Track Name: all the experts say
there’s a place called salt flat in texas. maybe we should go there before the year ends. there’s the way i pegged you all wrong. these things that we’ve been doing for so long don’t make much sense after all. i never thought i’d be working for the weekend. i used to think that i wanted to be different. all the things we love are just a euphemism. the things we love are just a euphemism. stuck in blue, it’s clear as day. a shift in view and all the expert say how to sit still, how to stand straight, how to move on from a southern state.
Track Name: san mateo
san mateo, pen and paper. i’m here now and i’ll be here later. i watch you carry weight too heavy to lift too real to measure and i always know when you’ve hit a new low. i always fall asleep before you. move to fast. it’s not for sure. you don’t blink. i talk before i think, you know i do. and i wish it weren’t true that i’m not enough to carry you through. we owe all the parks and parking lots where we met, where we went to find the things that we had lost or we forgot. we forgot.
Track Name: word of the day
i won’t be your nepenthe or just body, just a place to store all your bad dreams. were you even listening? i won’t be your land form, cracked earth full of faults, or something to weigh down with all your ways with words. i might wonder i might worry but i’ll resist the compulsion to say i’m sorry. last night through the bus window i saw you but i pretended not to. i won’t be your nepenthe or just a body, that’s not me. i won’t lay down.
Track Name: open curtain
you open curtains. you let light in. i am in my room in the dark again. don’t try to tell me that don’t mean something. it’s been winter for about 9 months and i will lose sleep with every night, it don’t take much. i don’t subscribe to solid lines but i will believe your lies like we all speak the truth. some people always talk too loud. some people don’t say much at all. i write it down, it’s just a thought. you know you’re cool, i know i’m not. some people always say they’ll call. i never had the wherewithal or confidence to speak like i was sure of anything at all.
Track Name: bodies of water
baggage as heavy as you think you can carry. you live in the midst, a miscellaneous array of anything that alleviates. body of water. you look just like your mother down by the lake. a cup of coffee and a list of ways that we delineate our lives like city lights, bright but bound to fade. i do it all for you.