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released December 3, 2015

All songs written by Blasteroid
Produced by Blasteroid
Basic tracking by Greg Giorgio and Peter Katis at Tarquin Studios
Other tracking by Troy Chryssos in various apartments
Mixed by Troy Chryssos
Mastered by Greg Saunier

Art by Zack Brown

Special thanks to Jenny Kaufman, our families, Tracy Allan, and Sam Wolfson

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Track Name: Artie and the Mountain
Evil empire of the snow
Stole your blankets ‘cuz I’m cold
Filled with magic, sky’ll burst
As my fingers turn to dirt

Mother warned me when she could
Felt her whispers in these woods
And in darkness, grope for eyes
In the papers: “Artie Lies”

Call me Art
If you find me
Reached the top
Now unwinding

Saw a pilgrim on the road
Greasy tendrils grippin’ rope
Still, I shouted for his help
But he got buried, he said no

There’s no sparrow layin’ eggs
There’s no demons here to blame
Only Artie, tried and true
Never listened, nor should you

Call me Art
If you find me
Reached the top
Now unwinding

And I filled all the pages
And all the white spaces with hope
But the writing gets cold
And the snow packs your soul in your throat
Thanks a lot

Evil empire of the snow
Stole your blankets ‘cuz I’m cold
Filled with magic, the sky’ll burst
As my fingers turn to dirt
Track Name: Oaf
I sold, sold out
Took money over doubt
Too late, decayed
I lost my pretty mouth

I bought a house
In Cuba- sniffin’ hounds
Around my garden
With diggin’, losin’ ground

Just wanted time to waste
Start building marble days
Cold coffee, nothing grew
O, terror of too few

What’s new, how’s school?
How’s fighting with no rules?
You’re in our prayers
Yeah, you’re our Sunday blues

I sailed this lake
Until my ship could skate
Across the water
Unseasonable May

Just wanted time to waste
Start building marble days
Cold coffee, nothing new
O, terror of too few

A scar or two
Old ashes in my room
I sold, sold out
Took money over doubt

Ba ba, Ba ba
Ba ba ba ba ba ba
Ba Ba, Ba Ba
Ba ba ba ba ba ba


Ba ba, Ba ba
Ba ba ba ba ba ba
Ba Ba, Ba Ba
Ba ba ba ba ba ba
Track Name: Heater
Grime,
Oh what I’ve been
In a word

Short
And to the point
Like you

Patience,
We’re all tied down,
Impatient,
And upside down

If there’s a good time it’s over
I’ve always been late rising
And fooled

Keeping warm on holiday
We turned the heat up
And rolled the windows down
As a laugh betray your mouth

We stayed close ‘till Christmas Day
You didn’t sleep well
But I did on the couch,
As I do in my hometown

A lie
To burn pants through
In a way

An I-
rish sun to salue,
Is that true?

Patience,
Your friend’s awake
Vacation?
A fucking break

If there’s a good time it’s over
I’ve always been late rising
And fooled

Keeping warm on holiday
We turned the heat up
And rolled the windows down
As a laugh betray your mouth

We stayed close ‘till Christmas Day
You didn’t sleep well
But I did on the couch,
As I do in my hometown

Whoa-oh-oh-ohhhhhh
Whoa-oh-oh-ohhhhhh
Whoa-oh-oh-ohhhhhh
Whoa-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh-oh
Track Name: Wet Dog
Never been one to complain
She tried looking down at the puddles growing
“Are you sure that this is safe?”
“Well, I just wanted to drive this year.”
But she stayed fastened to the car door
We’re splitting grins and wounded limbs and a passport

I know it’s not too tough now
But in time I’m sure I’ll burn out
Roll shoestring dreams in your mouth
And sleep them off

Never been one to complain
She tried looking down at the puddles growing
“Don’t you know you sound insane?”
But I just laughed at the thought
That the car wouldn’t start
‘Till it did

I know it’s not too tough now
But in time I’m sure I’ll burn out
Roll shoestring dreams in your mouth
And sleep them off
Track Name: No TV for B
Clawing at the front door
A new life around the corner

Tired of the birds’ songs
Nothing moves in slumber

Curled in a wreath of eager feet

Passing by unnoticed

The TV’s on but no one’s watching
Her diamond eyes won’t be wasted

Always lies waiting
No scratch ever at his door

He knows that she’s downstairs
Pulling strings ‘till they unravel

Their TV’s on but he’s not watching
All of his lives can’t be wasted

Separate in slumber
Their dreams are home with one another