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Reproduction

by Cantalouper

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Luke Mosher Produced by David Bazan.
Nicholas Garcia
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Nicholas Garcia dolan holds bitterness in one hand and hopefulness in the other- a balancing act that make this one of the most touching records i've heard in a long time. it's a warm, watery spiral of dreamy guitars and synths circling around the unending cycle of birth and death. like a nursery rhyme, it's calming and unsettling in turns. from the sharpened guitar drone of "crybaby" to the gentle twinkling of "sleepyhead", the records peaks and valleys cohere into a singularly amazing theme. Favorite track: Crybaby.
Brandon Eugene Miller
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Brandon Eugene Miller just a lovely brooding and heartfelt song with fabulous sounding guitars and drums and it just simmers and seethes. fantastic songwriting, playing, and production. Favorite track: Crybaby.
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1.
Parking Lot 02:55
your car was cold your breath was hot we pulled into a parking lot the sun was weak and grey and not a star i thought that i would be set free my overripe virginity was clamouring to finally be destroyed all knotted up and tense so sure it would make sense and all the motion sickness and shaking would be worth this i was so ready, then you spoke you said it was a cruel joke and one you're sorry somehow went so far i almost cried, apologized you said, "don't worry, you'll be fine there'll be someone who's so much better soon." that was how long ago? and still i lose control and take back others to make better versions of that same scene like some parallel universe could be reached if i just rehearsed how to stick skin in anywhere our anatomy would allow we learned long ago peeling back figures hardbacked upon our laps grey eggs sponges and ovaries never dreaming we would believe sex as interesting so if you ride with someone hot don't pull into a parking lot unless you know exactly why you're there.
2.
Katydid 03:55
katydid you're just a kid let's close our eyes and count to ten she went and hid the katydid and you won't find her here again so search the attics for the yearbooks cards and letters better find her on the water pitching past like screams of laughter as it's echoing... and of their choired voices none can push her lost songs from their throats but you keep peeking through your fingers listening long like katydid did did you're such a kid kid kid let's close our eyes and count to ten she went and hid hid hid the katydid did did and you won't find her here again in troughs and crests no more transparent turned to ridges gold with light she waits just beneath the surface where she'll hide the best she can and katydid did did you're such a kid kid kid let's close our eyes and count to ten she went and hid hid hid the katydid did did and you won't find her here again cause katydid she did she did cause katydid she did she did cause katydid she did she did cause katydid she did she did yeah, katydid.
3.
Kindergarten 03:59
letters held upsidedown you can't spell "christmastime" birds are dead, froze outside don't let them see you cry so tell me that they'll resurrect, that's why they look lifelike in death all posed and waiting to unfurl frostbitten wings and migrate to a place where they can raise their young and sing and sing till we join in that new creations all revert to what they were it doesn't hurt you're sure roaring past the rockets burn, some spaceship doomed to not return the flash of light, the fuel spill they killed themselves, as heroes will, to save you the last time that you saw her was the last day of your childhood you dropped your books and then looked up the crowd had opened now it closed just like a sea so long ago got tired of its miracle and crashing in on all pursuing, horses, chariots in ruins please don't sing. lullabies won't keep us safe tonight. letters claim that the dead all arise, but they've turned into pictures and stories and sighs...
4.
babababa, babababa babababa, babababa babababa, babababa in stories we can't forget where stuffed shapes came to life let's name all the animals the sounds they make we'll try in the crack of every action each withholding separation how the light gets in, within us bundles tangles interlaces startled at our own reflection in the window we were looking through babababa, bababababa who will bring us animals to name them now? babababa, bababababa is their language getting hard to hear somehow? bababa, bababababa are we fascinating when we're fertile? in stories with tightened plots and characters that die arising, they must converge to mark the afterlife when we're circling a spiral till we reach the point that fleshes out the word that's growing fullness blots the mammals, birds, and fishes from the lists we made to tame them to divide them till we saw right through babababa, bababababa what is left that's written that will make their sound? babababa, bababababa when the letters' angles wearing down are round babababa, bababababa where our fists unclenched are opening a womb so speak like you wanted to, sleep like you wanted to, will that reverse the curse we're in? so speak incoherent and sleep embryonic in your scared bright world too raw for sin corneas and irises will take from all other names the one we love the best all these sounds made countless times before will be made the first time pushing from her chest all the animals the sounds they make we'll try
5.
1986 04:08
i bought you some flowers, it wasn't romantic they came wrapped in plastic and labeled "with love" you'd have thought it so silly to see me deciding the bouquets, the price tags, and no way to choose oh what an illusion you care how your grave looks to passersby from the highway today i brought you a postcard that read, "The Atlantic is Simply Fantastic- This Time of Year!" the letters start swimming, the numbers stop saying that we never made it, so maybe you're there oh what an illusion those dates would ever move or push apart farther, if only we could prove that there're stones that can roll out neath artificial lights with choirs and candles, they're far away tonight far away, far away i watched the tide breaking, the kids were all frantic dressed bright in elastic, some happy, some sad with their sandcastles flooding, erupting, destruction is one kind of heaven we all will meet in...
6.
White Noise 03:02
we used to say my prayers at night bless everyone exactly like you always have except that time the cars collided took their lives my cartoon sheets wore out too fast and with them went my reverance requests i made were word for word the same the night their bodies burned you must have got my voice mixed up with all the rest it's all white noise so should i trust in rock and roll because its sounds are loud enough you will hear?
7.
Crybaby 03:35
when it hurts go and find someone who's littler than you be sure that it's eye for eye, and it's tooth for tooth spread the shadow that you cast like an angel of death just ball your fists and scatter all the skippers and the swingers you're the underbelly of the yard there's a crybaby crying hard how you hope that their eye socket's gone all black and blue all surrounded make them flinch, till they're sure you'd be two for two spread the shadow that you cast like an angel of death sign your signature and authorize it's all part of the mission they have to learn you're playing hard there's a crybaby crying hard you're the underbelly of the yard there's a crybaby crying hard there's a bully and he hit so hard there's a crybaby crying hard there's a body broken bloody and scarred there's a crybaby crying hard there's a bully and he's standing guard there's a crybaby crying hard you're the underbelly of the yard there's a crybaby crying
8.
i'm going to wake up with you someday with the incubator on and when we do it's going to seem like we've been breathing always when the watery stars all formed and grew merging to become twin incandescent suns can you believe that there has ever been a brighter one? i'm going to name you for her someday every shell cracked open warm and when i do it's going to seem like she's been with us always recapitulation's gone all matted running off your wings won't ever fly before you spread them watch your brothers and your sisters cry so sorry Flannery that you had to die we've tried inventing how you would reply to bearing violence, those preserving all the worst remains of grovelling for our trust then each good man was hard to find, connected now, they've been assigned to make sure our identities are tangled up with these beliefs: 1. we must protect god's righteousness 2. it's no coincidence we're blessed the sperm's all boiling towards the eggs the heaving masses leaving dregs the failures all too numerous to fathom all these little deaths oops, we're too close! we need commands so general we'll understand that's there's a plan, that there's control that Truth itself was not the goal so let's speak in majestic tones of this desire that burns our bones but not for being satisfied, it's just to keep us crucified.
9.
Sleepyhead 05:38
i can't really tape all the suicide notes ever wrote end to end and then watch them unroll as i soothingly read every line while you're tucked in your bed sleepyhead protecting, preparing you for all the shocks growing up, finding out that you've gotten so caught in these snares and these toils and dangers you swore you'd avoid you'd avoid so go to sleep, the morning will come but first it's time for nightmares, for nightmares all begging, "please, get filled up inside. we'll teach you death forever and ever." she fell asleep before i was born so wake back up, it's brighter and brighter take flesh, you ghost, and read all her stories strung end to end, they're better and better
10.
you came of age and nothing happened no one realized they were laughing hardest at your observations and you can't afford to pay them half and half will make a pair if it's true love, or so they swear so how are you responsible for what you are if you're not whole? well in an age onscreen romances always work when they take chances it's so urgent i determine how i grew too cautious for them! and that grows so fascinating there's no time for concentrating on the pulsing beating world surrounding you, surrounding me and all those organs we won't mention begin to make you wonder why they evolved through your skin you know what's wrong, they're all alone it feels so good to have it solved with nothing that you could have done by yourself and all those organs we won't mention don't seem to be very good at evolution.
11.
All Grown Up 04:48
i don't know how we found out that everyone will take their clothes off and turn toward a mirror some of us know we're ugly, but others look good why's it matter if they break the rules? it's just to get on television it's just to prove that they're not sinners are children the people we can't be again because we have so much left to prove? the traffic keeps inching on, don't think too much about where it goes out of your sight the branches look heavy, they're hanging so low isn't it nice to think we won't strip them? though the snakes are all talking, we've outgrown desire we won't procreate now without purpose it's just to stay in revelations that tree makes us take endless chances all grown up, whatever once pulsed deep inside of us it's time to learn to neglect cause we won't grow young enough we want the worst what's ours and who wants to get born again??? i don't know why it's throbbing and pulsing inside it must be chemicals or illusion.

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Cantalouper's second LP, vinyl and download out 5/8/2015.

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released May 8, 2015

performed by Cantalouper
written by Levi Dolan
recorded by Levi Dolan
mixed by Brett Siler with Levi Dolan
mastered by TW Walsh

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Cantalouper Columbia, Missouri

Cantalouper started as an idea which became a story which became shoe boxes of cassette tapes of songs that became a band with records and shows and tours of DIYs and clubs across half the US which built friendships and a festival that ran for three years.

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