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The oldest song on the record, I wrote it in college and tweaked it for like twenty years, which would make you think it’d be a better thing than it is. I think it’s included mostly out of sentimentality, or maybe just so I can finally be done with it.

I have no idea what the chords are. Maybe an Emaj13? I don’t really know, but I can play them sometimes and figure out how to use them. When I got into indie rock in high school, my favorite stuff, like American Football, had these colorful chords. Joni Mitchell, peace be upon her, used to call some of them “chords of inquisition”, which I think is right on. Pairing them with the duller, kinda generic chorus I thought was a fun dynamic. Then I realize the distortion turns it all to mud anyway, so no one even notices how pretentious I was trying to be.

This song is the most genre-y on the album, sounding a bit like the late-era emo bands that I didn’t particularly like. When I wrote it, I had just read “Where the Girls Aren’t”, an essay by Jessica Hopper in Punk Planet about how unwelcoming emo scenes were to young women. So I decided to make this song about unhealthy friendships instead of unhealthy romance.

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Shut your lips for the sake of the friendship
It's a sullen lie that you tell when you're high
Well you're a very dear friend and I love you so much
But don't get me started
Don't get me started
I've got a million stories I could tell when I'm drunk
You were vehemently denying you were faking the funk
I got nothing to say to you
Well I wish you would

Keep in touch
Take your pulse and a bottle and maybe start to trust your own brain
Let it set you free
Feel the music vow of poverty
Keep in touch
Lose the collar, take your glasses off
Distant thunder
We were bored and blond
We were canonizing debutantes
We never wasted time
But we know that it’s fading in abating light

Mother me, what's become of the family
There's a festering sore underneath of the floorboards
I could use a good laugh
Hand on the wheel
I got a box of cheap wine
Could I make you a deal?
And we'll head on down the road we'll take 15 and south
Til we're burning by the pool and foaming out of our mouths
I've got nothing to say to you
I've got nothing to say to you
Well I wish you would

Keep in touch
Take your pulse and a bottle and maybe start to trust your own brain
Let it set you free
Feel the music vow of poverty
Keep in touch
Lose the collar, take your glasses off
Distant thunder
We were bored and blond
We were canonizing debutantes
We never wasted time
But we know that it’s fading in abating light
We never wasted time
But we know that it’s fading in abating light

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from Ringo, released November 4, 2022

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