Mixtape One

Evan Stephens Hall

Additional vocals on DAYS:
Doug Hall
Jane McKendry

Release Date
January 1st, 2010

• On Jet Lag
  lyricstabs

  Don’t tell me that the west has won;
  we worked hard to reverse that notion.
  Closer than anyone, but we’re not for each other, no:
  I’ve got to crack my eyes to watch the wind blow.

  Cat’s Cradle is a fable, we all know that.
  Soon as I can I will slide that under the table.
  I met your mother and you father & I liked them;
  they bicker the way we bicker,
  the way we bicker.

  A black cat just snuck up on me;
  activities and distractions are my remedy.
  You’re writing by lamp light, you’re writing by the moon rise:
  a stark contrast to the Montclairian buzz skies.

  Cat’s Cradle is a fable, we all know that.
  Soon as I can I will slide that under the table.
  I met your mother and you father & I liked them;
  they bicker the way we bicker,
  back when our blood was thicker than oil
  & the soil was in every spark & every pore
  & everything. My departure made my nerves sting.
  It’s leaving a person place or thing you know you shouldn’t.

  On jet lag: I’m past that.
  Plainly, none of this is that bad.
  He said, “let me be clear this woman’s crazy.”
  I caught a glimpse of your truth as you turned to me
  & it was kind & it was stubborn, just like I’d like mine to be
  so I will dissuade, I will just sleep.
  I can be patient, probably.

• DAYS
  lyricstabs

  I’m in bed for days
  with a toothache.
  I’ve been dead for days.
  Oo.oO in the summertime.
  Oo.oO when I’m so inclined.

  I’m in bed for days
  with a toothache.
  I’ve been dead for days.
  Oo.oO in the summertime.
  Oo.oO when I’m so inclined.
  Oo.oO you’re that jagged line:
  you’re my heartbeat.

  You’re my heartbeat!

  I flip the on-switch,
  I mark where I tread!
  I put the sand in my,
  I put the sand in my bed!

• The Metronome
  lyricstabs

  the night my
  necklace fell off
  you fluttered through my
  capillaries like a
  stone moth

  i agree with your ideas but not your tactics
  so look me in the eye & be practical
  when practically there’s nothing left for me to say or do
  it’s only up to you

  a live ladybug
  trapped between my toes:
  keep it together man
  we’re all connected now
  stay composed

  i agree with your ideas but not your tactics
  so look me in the eye & be practical
  when practically there’s nothing left for me to say or do
  it’s only up to you

  the current picture: the metronome;
  i don’t know what this is but it’s not my home

  i thought that we were falling in love
  but we weren’t; only i was

  i agree with your ideas but not your tactics
  so look me in the eye & be practical
  when practically there’s nothing left for me to say or do
  it’s only up to you

• Recycling
  lyricstabs

  Rolling on his back like an ocelot
  crawling on his stomach you make the lids stick together
  nothing really bugs me out
  nothing really bugs me.

  Tightening the slack on the millimeter tape
  trudging through your stomach I make the walls split forever
  nothing really bugs me out
  nothing really bugs me

  anymore. I’ve had enough.
  Now we’re on the same page.

  Circling the gap like you don’t know what you hold
  drying out my knuckles you tucked it between the folds
  nothing really bugs me out
  nothing really bugs me.

  Recycling the cans at the center by the boxcars
  we’ve been carving little symbols in the bark
  nothing really bugs me out
  nothing really bugs me
  out.

  So let it go:
  there’s nothing I could tell you
  that you don’t already know.