"WHERE DO YOU THINK WE SHOULD LIVE​?​"

by Eamon Fogarty

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1.
04:04
2.
07:35
3.
03:42
4.
04:34
5.
04:09
6.
03:19
7.
04:14
8.
03:25

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New recordings interspersed with some stuff that has been up for a while. To acquire a physical copy (just tapes at this point) please come to a show! ALSO: if you bought either of the "singles" when there were in their two track form, please let me know, and I will personally reimburse you with a frosty brew the next time our paths cross.

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released March 23, 2015

Tracks 1 + 6 recorded and mixed by Alex P at Basement Floods in Brooklyn and later Woodstock NY. Tracks 2, 3, 5, + 7 recorded and mixed at Tree Time studios in Cornwall NY and somewhere in Kerhonkson by Jeremy Backofen. Tracks 4 + 8 recorded and mixed at home. Additional vocal recording on track 2 by Andrew Sheron in Brooklyn. Drums on 2, 3, + 5 by Ben Engel. Mastered by Andrew Sheron.

All songs published by Moon Silt Music. Copyright 2015

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Track Name: Furniture
feeling like furniture
a half-spent candle in my stupid hand
money’s gone; I did it wrong
my brain’s at low tide and I can barely stand
but I’ll be fine
forgetting wine
and I’ll feel better
as soon as I get home

raise a glass to homing trash
what tails me lately like any other dog
the living drip from fingertips
kills this music but cuts a little fog
oh I’ll make do
with thoughts of you
nights I’ve polished
from diamond into coal

I saw with mighty eyeballs
I felt with mighty hands
my senses were to bloodhounds’
what bloodhounds’ are to man’s
Track Name: North
Well it’s been ages I felt so small and simple
but yesterday yesterday
to flee the cops who try to chase us out of rivers
we just float away float away

from an island in the middle of the stream
see their jurisdiction’s limits and extremes

an hour north of everything are all the things I couldn’t find
at home
I swear they put it there they must have seen me coming
up the road

oh it kills me that I’ll always have to leave
money fills me with a faith I won’t believe

you say I can’t be happy every single day
all this travelling hurts my learning how to stay
Track Name: Underground
coming to an overpass
the world is sick with wind and glass
with treble-sounding birds and trash still I wish she were my buddy

woke up on a stranger’s couch
with something missing from my mouth
she feeds me then she sends me out
this is hardly easy living

I might as well be underground
I might as well be hiding
without windows I have found
I’m barely law-abiding

a tiny dawn on every car goes by
the repetition dulls my little eye
this is where the dawn has come to die
but at least there is some light here
Track Name: Teeth
I gave myself a hundred or so days
to get my life together
I told my friends I would be ok
just coast and make some money

if it’s a convenient odyssey I’ll go
cause it’s the easiest honesty I know
to lay my hands on you

I sometimes run my fat restless tongue
across the backs of my teeth
it seems my small white tectonic wall
is forming cracks quite quickly
Track Name: Bad Year
rolling off the back of a bad year
trying to kick what habits I’d learned from beer
you were swimming underneath me, chlorine clear
It’s a shame we’ve got no reason to stay around here

aw but why let
something simple
get slurred into love
I don't know you
you don't know me
this kind of kindness is enough

thank god your car broke down
spend another night in this dry drunk town
I think I know you well enough by now
and a little birdie told me you might somehow

I should learn to let things rest
had I woken only once with your hand across my chest
and a darkness in my mind that stayed on waking
when I couldn't help my fingers from shaking

this could have stayed a dream
the rest could have been avoided
instead it's a god shaped smear on the mirror of my
lonesome drive to Norman