Curious Quail - Fuzzy Photographs
Part nine of "Twelve Months"! The restrictions for this song were: 105 BPM, "Must have Wurlitzer" and key of Emajor. More about 'Twelve Months':
On the first of each month in 2018 we are assigned 3 randomly selected restraints and have to write a song, record it, film it and release it before the end of that month. At the end of month 12, all of the songs will be remastered for a full-length with some B-Sides. There's a running playlist here in our YouTube, check it out!
(The Gameboys are running a 2x LSDJ configuration)
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CREDITS:
Recorded and filmed at The Quailcave (San José, California) and The Desert Art Colony (Palm Springs, California)
Mixed and edited by Mike Shirley-Donnelly at the Desert Art Colony
Music by Mike Shirley-Donnelly and Joey Guthrie
Lyrics by Mike Shirley-Donnelly
Josh Hotlotsz - Bass
Mike Shirley-Donnelly - Vocals, Guitars, Gameboys, Wurlitzer, Fake Violins
Delicaye Shirley-Donnelly - Vocals
Curious Quail:
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LYRICS:
Eyes twitch
Throat dry
The more you stare the more aware of this
Lie
You say that we're wasting our time but it's the only thing we've got
And what devours these frozen hours says we're right
Didn’t want to be right.
But say that you remember
All these things that
Should've kept us weathered
But all you've got are fuzzy photographs
And a promise of relief that
Will never come to visit
And why would it
The evidence just isn't
Proof enough that when we weigh that shit
You can tell me that it's worth it.
Time it out
It's been over ten years now
And instead of re-livin' this
We smile
Cuz it's easier to just
evade
And pretend it's all ok
The odds of us all right here
Were slim
and it's easier to just
Stop
Cuz I don't even know you
This person you're supposed to be
Is quite dead
And wait
I shouldn't even know this
You're fuckin' up the process
For me instead
But you tell me you remember
All these things that
You were never there for
so we pull out fuzzy photographs
And we're starting to believe that
When you tell me you remember
All these things that
You couldn't have been there for
And finally we weigh that shit
And we're starting to believe it