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lisalborm This is just sexy music. I want this band to make a hundred cds so I can just have a whole jazzy day. Their youthful exuberance comes through in every track. And good god, that bass. Garb you a couple of bottles of wine and get ready to dance across the floor. Favorite track: Baudelaire.
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James Bantz Great CD and even better in person! Favorite track: Little Bird.
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Baudelaire 03:26
Two lovers, entangled Spin oh-so-contrarily, And the spaces between the steps Mean more than the arching of feet. Lips parted, unspeaking. Words would only betray the hush, And the figure of the modern dance Means nothing to no one but us. You could say that it's foolish or more To measure the substance of love And undress it's form. But just when you think it might grow To hold it at arm's length just so And resist the tension. O, hope those moments do no harm And pray That those steps take you safely home once more In each other's arms.
Little Bird 03:16
All dizzy the afternoon, A little bird wove symbols Above the remains of the field. Now lines, now plummeting rings, Each to me indecipherable Save their liberty from the frozen spring. Who are you? And Do you know the name of anything? How can you spin so free With the weight of such awful ancestry? For those once living now dust Through the afternoons that shaped your bones – Is the beauty of lines enough?
As Theseus said to those Greek guys “You whom the Sybil advise Know yourself, be yourself And if that fails, just be swell Just be swell” It's a wonderful place to go Where we used to dream Where old friends riddle our memory No one demands we grow digging bones down below Such a wonderful place to go Singing a song of ourself And our great mysteries Singing up paleo-ontologies Our rivals don't dare delve where our stories were smelt Singing a song of ourself With our back turned to the chorus We can all be a brontosaurus We're a little bit true, a little bit fiction Thrown a bone of self-contradiction The ghost in our machine says We fashion our own dreams To become thundering lizard-brained kings and queens
Some of these days You're gonna miss me honey Some of these days You're gonna feel so lonely You'll miss my loving You'll miss my kissing O Darling, when you go away You'll feel so lonely For me only And you know baby, When you've had your little way And when you leave me I'll know you'll grieve me O Darling, when you go away


Là, tout n’est qu’ordre et beauté.

The snow started falling on Friday as we rounded Indianapolis for Champaigne Illinois to record with Josh Estock and Jon Pines. We're not sure the snow stopped all weekend. Every time we stepped outside, there seemed to be more, blanketing the whole city. We didn't yet know that this would be the story all winter (and spring), so at the time, within the first storm, it felt magical. Even as we pushed cars out of the growing snowbanks to make coffee and pho runs, we were thankful for being trapped in the studio by the drifts and the cold where we were able to focus on the mood and texture of each track.

After two years of feeling so disconnected from all of you, we're very happy to finally release these songs to you, our loyal listeners. These are songs about our bones. The thoughts that keep us up at night. The passions we couldn't keep quiet.


released April 11, 2015

Lyndsy Rae (vocal, kazoo, tap)
Elizabeth Helms (acoustic and electric guitar, plectrum banjo, baritone ukulele)
Andy Rice (upright bass)
Ryan Holquist (drums)

Recorded under the snow of Dec 2013 in Urbana, IL and February 2014 in Fort Wayne, IN.
Produced and mixed by Joshua Estock.
With additional engineering by Jon Pines.
Mastered by Gavin Lurssen.
Art by Joanna Yeager.

@ 2014 The End Times Spasm Band. This copyright expires on Jan 1, 2044. Released under a Creative Commons BY-NC 4.0 License.

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