Self Titled 7"
by Caravels
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Dream Beaver
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Girth Impression
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Recorded Fall of 2010 @ Earthling Studios in San Diego, CA
Engineered by Mike Kamoo
Engineered by Mike Kamoo
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released 16 January 2011
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Five friends from the city that made National Lampoon's Vegas Vacation a reality.
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May 31St Louis, MO
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Jun 03Salt Lake City, UT
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Jan 2012 -
Jan 2011 -
May 2010 -
Jan 2009
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- Track Name: Dream Beaver
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if i could wipe the grime away
i'd leave the rest just the same
i'd find a way to skew what's left
to make it seem it's for the best
could never, could never see
(the seams that needed stitching)
could never, could never see
(there's something that's been missing)
we march in step, walk straight in line
we march in step, our hands are tied
was there a sieve they could trickle through
and out the other side they'd be someone new
was there a sieve they could trickle through
they could drip and drip, few by few
and i've been wishing it ever since
that i could be the one convinced
that it wouldn't just repeat itself
don't want their lot in life
how do you expect us not to blame ourselves
was there nothing else, was there nothing else
that it wouldn't just repeat itself
don't want their lot in life
how do you expect us not to blame ourselves
was there nothing else, was there nothing else
and all the echoes in my head
they keep me from believing again
they ripple back and forth
preventing me from ever wanting more
a broken home splintered in four that day
i spoke alone when i thought that we'd be okay - Track Name: Girth Impression
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the swollen dreams of each shape and size
i pictured them adorned in black and white
but they bend themselves now instead of bloom
and spend each night howling at the moon
it was a mess but it was ours, it wasn't emptiness
it was a mess but it was ours, it was ours to fix
(patterns don't predict)
four hands and feet were tethered in their sleep
untied apart so that our eyes won't meet
i don't raise my voice, i don't stand too proud
i don't own a shovel, i don't stir the ground
it was a mess but it was ours, it wasn't emptiness
it was a mess but it was ours, it was ours to fix
(patterns don't predict)
i was fixed, i was stuck in place
(you don't speak too loud)
deaf to all, no time of day
i was fixed, i was stuck in place
(or i don't hear too well)
deaf to all, no time of day
we're ten people at once
with ten places to be
just a crisis of youth
just a crisis of youth
four hands and feet were tethered in their sleep
untied apart so that our eyes won't meet
i don't raise my voice, i don't stand too proud
i don't own a shovel, i don't stir the ground
it was a mess but it was ours, it wasn't emptiness
it was a mess but it was ours, it was ours to fix
i inflate your lungs, i remove the doubt
i move the air in and out, in and out
i inflate your lungs, i remove the doubt
i move the air in and out, in and out
but this sadness will not consume me
i won't let it, i won't let it
these are all the nights
i will not forget, i will not forget
i'm old but now we're young
make the best of it, make the best of it
suspended like a moon above, hanging there
that takes it's time coming down
these are all the nights
i will not forget, i will not forget
