TAP TURNS OFF

by Quaker Parents

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MusicisGoodfortheSoul Some fun music from the east coast. Nothing too serious but makes my ears happy. Favorite track: Wrinkled Wrong.
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Released as a split cassette with our pals DREAM FRIENDS
check out their side (DREAM GIRLS) here: www.dreamfriends.bandcamp.com
www.myspace.com/dreemfriends

credits

released April 15, 2011

Recorded by Michael Wright at The Echo Chamber and Mark Grundy at the Macara Complex Winter/Spring 2011
mixes and layout by MG
Photography by Philip Higdon
QP 2011

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Quaker Parents Toronto, Ontario

Mostly melody of bit and a minute a of out something squeeze to trying.

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Track Name: Wrinkled Wrong
spend time awake - you can't touch this feeling I get racing around the enclosed vision accepted - but I can't stand to be alone now in the day I still can't trust this feeling I guess as if I'd never known what I'd expected andIwillbelostsotypically
and as all starts to crumble - like the measure of a man with many hands at his throat - in the new dawn I had pricked the seal and worsened all revealed, I've been healed..for real[?]….I'll set the pace for you let me be so kind to keep you in mine all that makes me stripped from the barricade I expect good time to repair me right oh sweet kid inside count on the old sense you deserve to survive but yr loves don't mean a thing transparentandflailing I've got a future here
get in
Track Name: Gather Up
tearing down the old house keep it together
yr hiding in the cellar with yr arms around a novel that was written by an author you remember in the summer
I was sixteen keep it together now
back in full sight through the top layer, yeah right,
back in full sight I'm in full sight and later when we start to gather up
I know no affection is mine
the evening it folds and surrounds us with
whitened clothes corralled now by clothesline
throw yr arms around me I am your size I am yr size
and it's hard to comply
when every-stone-you've-ever-overturned-is-kept under-yourmattresshaplessmemorabiliathatremains-as artifact with little to no actualreflectionattached-and-triple-deckered-with-recent-or-near-recent-compulsive-purchases-that-are-without-purpose-and-aretherefore worthless
Track Name: When You Know The Price Is You
feeling set for life as the lights go out and the town crowds around our crowd
still you say nothing and these old habits they felt foggy like dreams laid before me so still
say are you leaving tonight stay up until four in the morning with me and I will be right by your
side
so know the value of an early warning and learn to cower as dust in spring
these are not ragged ideas yr hoarding they are permission to know not a thing
now whip-cracked, attacked by the flexing dawn
convexing out and on top and
beside
of all that you was and were stare but don't notice her tear thru the crowd and the faces that curve
avoiding a barrel-roll-lurch disguised as a stroll long past the point where you long for control align with the limit cut right and be driven to die for the past but pulled from the past and dead to the past you'll be done
for
now
it's me up there in the window looking down
to be or not so misinformed but proud to pay the pound
when you know the price is you
and you know the price is you
Track Name: teeshirt
and you could leave all of your lies outside some shelter of the shell that you might don at night but you yield it lightly constant skin grows thicker
than the bond that still exists between your young and pounding fists and what propels their fight though you wield them lightly memories of what matter
take lead of me
not a reason to lead but a lead-in itself...got yr
ts on my tv you can watch it right through me and you can let it run through me
easily
can you channel what you could change here?
it isn't about what makes you smile it always comes to crawl
kind professions from the drawl-speak
passed out at the podium
narrow and down, these exploded days won't drain my lapsed restraint as I mumble for some chance to save the worthwhile innocence or
the easily begun
not a reason to leave but I'm leaving it

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