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released August 31, 2013

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leor miller Annandale On Hudson, New York

part time person, full time pop girl from evanston, illinois going to bard college

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Track Name: bakefast at piffanys (dads)
love is bleaching bedsheets because we could never wait. love is seeking bare feet and phonecalls from other states. love was, loved ones, love was, loved once. well do you still forget to brush your teeth because you're too caught up in the morning? each eye's peeled. peer into pores. change in breath wakes each other up. now it's cold air, nobody's laying there, checking my phone, and going back to sleep. i sleep in a bed in a house that we made, but i'm left alone with your scent on pillow sheets. rearranging furniture to forget my past mistakes and covering up the walls in attempt to create something that will make me forget who you've become. something that will make me forget what you've lost. now it's new meaning to inanimate objects working towards better health or just longer breaths to kill more time. count the seconds, count the heartbeats, count the messages, count the lack of replies. people we love hurt us, but we make up excuses to tell ourselves they had to and that it's all okay and that they mean well. but why? i'm going to start doing what i want to do, going to start getting selfish.
Track Name: beach community (joyce manor)
i lost it all in a beach community, where it was lost is not all that clear to me. over the sidewalk into a slow talk, call the police, told me i'm in the wrong town. wait for your cue cause my scene, it ain't over. i'll torch up your house while your kids are at home. what can you do when you're not getting sober? it's hard to admit, but you're always feeling alone. you're always feeling alone. you're always just a few miles down as the streets count backwards, i realize it's true. everything reminds me of you. a few miles down as the streets count backwards, i realize it's true: everything reminds me of you.
Track Name: pinky swear (into it. over it.)
every single car on the new jersey turnpike has their hazards flashing for a fireworks display. i'll sit and watch it, but i'm too busy thinking of every single chance that i was too afraid to take. life gets in the way of living and interrupts the could-have, would-have, should-have that i ask myself each day. where i've spent my time and how i'm spending it, and if i'm simply wasting it away. so as i sat there, motor humming, on the shoulder i thought i'd find a pen and start to write my failures out. but then the lights were gone and both sides of the paper were full, so hazards off, turn signal on, gas pedal down. life gets in the way of living and interrupts the could-have, would-have, should-have that i ask myself each day. where i've spent my time and how i'm spending it, and if i'm simply wasting it away. life gets in the way of living and interrupts the could-be, would-be, should-be that we're offered every day. so now that you and i have gotten what we wanted, let's make a pinky swear that we won't throw it all away.
Track Name: mall of america (desaparecidos)
they say it's murder on your folk career to make a rock record with the disappeared, well let the police helicopters pull stereos out of the lake. there's not an image that i must defend, no other art forms now just capitalism. send the national guard to the mall of america. and they can dress dead bodies up in tight designer jeans. diesel. prada. it looks good. it looks good. well it does. i'm going to lie down with the common sound, i'm going to bury my blues till they're never found, i'm going to learn to pay attention to the television sets. and if my sadness needs a catalyst, i'll just uncover my eyes so much stimulus. and at the shopping epicenter, have an agoraphobic fit. so buy a fountain soda, put some sugar on my tongue. i'll wake up, write some songs with no soul. with no soul.
Track Name: play ball! (modern baseball)
these words were thrown together while i still had my faith in hand. kept it in my back pocket with the change i had to spare. swim through the skies when it's night, let the stars be my sea breeze. i love when the record echoes, reminds me of the trees. but i shouldn't have to say this to you, no you know how to live life. this compilation of sayings and tunes means everything to me now. i cut me open, but you did all the pouring out. i discovered more and more of this world that i've been calling mine, no i don't care what it takes. blood, sweat, or all my time. because i shouldn't have to say this to you, no you know how to live life. and i shouldn't have to sing all these tunes, no you, you make me feel alive. now i'm not one to point fingers, but you, you've got me in a bind. ripping through all our nights, all choruses aside. swim through the skies when it's night let the stars be my sea breeze. i love when the record echoes...