Rounding Error

by Cantalouper

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Bandcamp proceeds from this release will be donated to Brett Siler, a friend of our band and many other working musicians, who lost his studio, home, and cat in a fire during the production of this EP.

Not an answer, but a drop.

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released July 15, 2016

Written, performed, and recorded by Cantalouper
Drums recorded by Zach Biri
Mixed and mastered by Zach Biri with Levi Dolan

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Cantalouper Columbia, Missouri

Cantalouper started when David Bazan helped complete their first EP (Drool) at his home studio, after hearing a tape of four track recordings handed to him at a Pedro the Lion show. Cantalouper's first full-length album, Mandrakes, was mixed and mastered by Kramer (Low/Galaxie 500). Cantalouper's second LP, Reproduction, is now available on vinyl and digital. ... more

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Track Name: Converse
If I compete I’ll be exposed
Entrapped inside a story problem
Only attempts it measures might fail
So enslave me to the blind side

Once in my triumph so composed
It’s all enigma, it’s their problem
When they choke too young
They’ll never make martyrs for the downside

The one and only sons who faltered at oblivion
Just can’t count their birthdays, can’t help but remind
The won and orange sons whose converse kingdom comes
In blown out birthday candles, smoke and wax enshrines

I am not important, service with a smile
Offered open handed, no reflexive bile
Celebrate their parties, seating chart degrees
Let me lay my trophies at the throne and be

The champion, the champion
The champion, the champion

Shamefaced by commandment, airtight pardon me’s
Anecdotes of insults, worn biographies
I am not important, just like those who’ve won
Highest of conversions, conquered champion

The champion, the champion
The champion, the champion
The champion, the champion
The champion, the champion

The champion, the champion, the champion, the champion
Track Name: Toyfriend
Toyfriend, boyfriend
You and I near love that overflows
Time out, time in
Close the door and pray the gay away
Boyfriend

Toyfriend, boyfriend
Would everlasting arms entangle you?
Reach out, chime in
The father figure fondled in your hand
Boy man
Boyfriend

Boyfriend
Struggling upward proves the summit’s near you
Comprehend?
Boyfriend?

Toyfriend, boyfriend
The seminar attendance fees were waived
Pull out, hold in
Let’s keep it light, but pray the gay away
Boyfriend

For a few more years, anyway
Track Name: Polygamy
Let’s all get married soon, let’s turn into brides and grooms
As fast as we can
Then there’s someone whom you can meet in your bedroom

Now that you’re licensed, it must be righteous
Now that you’re licensed, it must be righteous

As long as there’s remorse, sure, it’s tragic but divorce
Is necessary
Otherwise you’re stuck, caring for one you once thought

Would compliment you but you can’t love in your gut
You can’t love in your gut, you can’t love
In your gut
In your gut

And yes, there used to be some sin called polygamy
The faithful practiced
They didn’t understand matrimony’s perfect plan

Let’s be reminded, they were so blinded
They were so blinded, they were so blinded
Track Name: Headphones On, Nothing Playing
Headphones on, nothing playing, oh my god
Major Tom controls
Simulcasting to two hemispheres above
Left and right below

Headphones off, commercials qualify, good grief
Wage the loudness wars
Find the stillness when he first stepped through the door
Press rewind, record

Tin cans in pairs we strung apart
Spooling weightless counterparts
Interstellar far, far, far
There, where his constellation starts
In the sharp end of our hearts
Fuel for the carbon stars, stars, stars

Dead, open circuits float apart
Halos orbits counterparts
Interlocking far, far, far
He drew a message on the charts
Counting down till sound departs
Where I love you sweet, sweetheart

Headphones on, nothing playing
Track Name: Rounding Error
Send me from the cloud with the countless streaming down
Just missed your thumb, but who hasn’t struck the ground?
If we get drowned out, well we never were the loudest
Ghosts of bells alert to announce who played the fastest
In the lower case, we’re a rounding error dropped with everyone
Everyone
Everyone
Everyone

Send me to collect in the rivulets where we’re drained
Views that connect from the streets left glistening
If it gets glitched up, there’s no substance left to find
It’s graphed in dot to dots so we’ll volunteer to fight it
Without reds or blacks, we're a rounding error dropping into blue
If it gets messed up, there’s a light that never goes out
Where the peaks roll off and our timing’s in a dive
With all our might, here’s a rounding error dropped like every one
Every one
Every one
Every one
Every one
With the answers lost, what the hell, we’re all remainders
Everyone