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1.
Terror 04:38
When you’re out here on the weekend In a crowd drunk on your own It leads your booze soaked mind to thinking I want to go home Some go right and some stay long some ride the fray until they’re broken and some stay wild What’s it like when you die? Are you cast out to the ether? Do you lose your world? If we wake up in the morning we’ll carry our fathers out in to the snow hold them tightly for remembrance kiss them between the eyes and let them go
2.
Missouri 08:03
I threw my warm body Into the river Missouri Saw two headlights on the road Held my breath and swam down low I couldn’t find my old blue jeans while wading nude in the big muddy Rusty blue Jon boat trolled by slow with a pair of Levi’s wet in tow It’s getting too late, to be out in the dark You’ve got a hand on everything but the clock I wore out my wasting time, when I was young and lost the whole time thinking, I should stop From here your shape is soft, a projection from your lover’s low beams she turns her head and smiles, you are here, you are alive when I saw the truth, in your exploding eyes I threw my light into the dark Did I fail, am I losing you? Did I fail, am I losing you? I took a walk through my aging scene I saw my brother in the middle of the street took out his phone and in a mass text wept come to my room and speak of death It’s getting too late, to be out in the dark You’ve got a hand on everything but the clock I wore out my wasting time, when I was young and lost the whole time thinking, I should stop The winter came swift and sent the swallows fleeing from their trees the trees were still on fire, when the sky turned dark when I saw the light through the lines of your storefront blinds I wondered to myself, could you see me? Did I fail, am I losing you? Did I fail, am I losing you? Did I fail, am I losing you? Did I fail, am I losing you?
3.
A Picture 05:49
You can stare into a picture A full malaise and a TV screen but don’t wear out your knees standing here waiting in drug store aisles through sitcom scenes When I found you in the attic searching through a box of your old things with your somber wall of static glitching your legs are getting weak It makes you want to stop and think, awooo I put away, those card white lines tried to make good use of my time but I’ll show my face in that bar again O sweet, mystery my black cat herald dream They play in spite of you when you’re off so try not to tear the whole thing apart what will you have when the memory is gone? Her clumsy shape was forming rolling joints with James under a bridge she looks for a way to row her boat north and she rowed on and she road on Point your camera at the singer his sullen rave is fleeting fast you watch him grope, some vintage six string he learned that move out watching dad That troubling lapse in your mind rising with the heat through July bet you wish you had a picture you’ve dug a grave where you once had memory Slick black, outreaching sea Outside you, hand held out to me Slick black, outreaching sea Outside you, hand held out to me They play in spite of you when you’re off so try not to tear the whole thing apart what will you have when the memory is gone? Her staggering legs were lifted breaking strings on her way up released of her weight free and lost she road on and she road on and she road on and she road on
4.
You wake up, first winter’s snow you jump for joy then nearly out the window Grab your coat, go out the door point at the church and say take my picture I wind the wheel back and with you in frame I take a shot at that failed sail boat the shoreman’s line on Mizzen Annie It’s getting easier, feeling numb smiling, wide eyed, bare I’m getting younger now choking on my swelling tongue the bottom line is I’m flying Only a fool, would tear at the intent of her care or bring up old damage done by the light, of a blood-soaked son I placed some bottles on a box walked back to you and let you take your shot you held the gun and through focused aim shot them down in one, two, three as the church bells rang I held your rifle, bum eye pointed at the remains and joked around like real trouble I am the ice sliding through your veins I’m getting younger now, chocking on my swelling tongue smiling, wide eyed, bare it’s getting easier, feeling numb the bottom line is, I’m flying In the cool Nebraska air I saw the sky cut in half with a roadside flare I saw a man laid out drunk, dressed in the colors of a blood-soaked son
5.
Hard Green 05:27
Some fight the flame because they’re nervous some curse the day because they're stuck some fly away upon a daydream some hold a knife until they’re cut What’s thrown away well who’s asking who’s that face down on the floor some gather rain inside a mason jar some lights keep searching until they’re lost I telephoned North Dakota I hadn’t seen her since the flood the pearly greens of my childhood that Red River is filling up Can you hear me from the east side? where the levee breaks then slip slides right with my baby brother in the back seat we’re all running from the flood We’re two liars smiling in the rain don’t look at me like we’re two liars smiling in the rain Your scattered brain, dismayed and searching you build some walls, try to save yourself last year’s side door calls have bent your heart’s sense and you can pull at your youth, you can clear your shelf but the next big rain will drag all of that shit up I saw your grey, face in cow tow being young is easy like, trying to get a light from a booze soaked match book follow the rules, stay in line try to do what’s right, while you wait for new skin
6.
I am no great manipulator though I’m a god in my yellow skull now on the run you see a Flying J flicker and rock yourself back to the scene I have felt your shaken fits dear now playing ‘possum on my lap if your wild and tender heart breaks that doesn’t mean, you’ve made a mistake I grow tired when the road grows grey and pale upon the clear I stopped for fire and dumped your suitcase out on the Needles Highway and watched your scarves blow away upon the hill’s calloused face Then I pointed my eyes to the nearest dive and took a walk I walked a mile to the barstool wild through the urban thrust then I took a ride for a dollar twenty five by the local MTA then I pointed my eyes towards the western sky to see the shaken silos rust A long wait brings trouble from a moth charing flame and your two dollar throne though not long for this world here I hear you’re like, well so what I’ve just been bored That’s your light upon the river your shaken bones swallowed in the asphalt blood on their mouths the dogs barked through the winter they drove a pipe through ma’ in Cannonball The silver lining has worn tired, this automobile has lost all fear I followed telephone lines to your large estate out on Chadron’s swirling plains and I plan on staying here I went back in mind to when I was a child pulling my bike from the Red River mud I held my hand up, pointed my finger and thumb and shot ‘em one by one Then I took a slide with a drunken child gambled on memories and trust when I heard the sparrows whine I opened my eyes to a cloud of dust If you’re caught up dreaming about the past sleeping through the future remember sometimes, what could have been is the same and what never happened If you’re caught up dreaming about the past sleeping through the future remember sometimes, what could have been is the same and what never happened

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Recorded early January 2019.

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released November 6, 2020

Megan Siebe- bass, cello, viola, violin, voice, rhodes, and celeste.
Colin Duckworth- guitar and pedal steel
Nathan Ma- drums
Sean Pratt- voice, guitar

Benjamin Brodin- Hammond B-2 on 'Shaken Silos Rust'

All songs written by Sean Pratt in the confidence of 'The Sweats'

Engineered at Another Recording Company and mixed at Hand Branch by Ben Brodin in Omaha, NE

Mastered by Timothy Stollenwerk at Stereophonic in Portland, OR

Cover art illustrations by Megan Siebe. Concept and arrangement by Sean Pratt. Scanned and edited by Dan Crane.

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