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1.
Archaeology 04:22
i still recall the secrets i kept, the schemes we plotted, all the cigarettes we never inhaled but set on fire words can’t begin to compete, smoke signals trail above the busy streets, above our nosy neighbours tapping every wire maybe i miss you maybe i miss sneaking out the window, your hand in mine skip class and talk trash, how everything revolved around us, playing truth or dare remember how we put pins in the map emptied dresser drawers in our bags and left them lying on the floor for at least a week questioned every frame every fact i’ll go anywhere as long as i lose track of all the do’s and don’t’s they’ve been feeding me maybe i miss you maybe i miss sneaking out the window, your hand in mine skip class and talk trash, how everything revolved around us, playing truth or dare no wonder i never did the math never saw the signs at eighteen you left me a pen & a paper a carte blanche on your goodbye my hands are tied, logic falls short as you arrive reunion, took you 20 miles south of the the city took me five years back in time all the reasons that i can find, to go five years back in time as we debate all the current events, i know you know another anecdote for all our friends and then we’ll go i know we’ll never ever be the same but i hold my tongue and all the questions i had can wait, you answered them
2.
in the middle of the ocean, no land in sight throw the compass overboard & go anywhere i’d like in other words i’m lost at sea without a lock i can’t find the key opportunities will surface in due time well I’d rather see them sink because i can’t decide i’ll be dead before i’m done slowly drowing in the pros and cons i have got a headache all these plans are taking turns i can’t find no code to decipher i only see the tons of random words still, i’m treading water waiting for some signal fire’s flare i sure let the waves carry this raft staring at stars i’ll go anywhere inventory equals total mess rock, paper, scissors might just do the trick this open mind can’t cage one thought i’ll end up capsized where i started off i have got a headache all these plans are taking turns i can’t find no code to decipher i only see the tons of random words still, i’m treading water waiting for some signal fire’s flare i sure let the waves carry this raft staring at stars i’ll go anywhere cause i can’t navigate imagine all the angles there to calculate i’m no freaking genious my best shot is to wait maybe some old pirate sees me float astray they tend to know where to monster sleeps, where the treasure is
3.
dance dance dance, their fingers crossed you’re wreckless in your best dress former friends, not good enough they’re all handshakes and free drinks then finally on their way drop it like it’s hot, the dj plays it safe profanities over hip hop beats another round of shots, as i watch you stray waltz off with anyone but me it seems i subscribe to whatever this is a weekly reminder a short presentation of everyone on your list never signed up for no rivalry never read the prologue and now i can’t stop examining your souvenirs flashing lights , you are on display modern art for all them sharks eyes on the price i try to save some face with compliments on your dancing then look the other way it seems i subscribe to whatever this is a weekly reminder a short presentation of everyone on your list never signed up for no rivalry never read the prologue and now i can’t stop examining your souvenirs maybe you’re laughing just a little bit too loud is that gravity pulling him closer now or is it your hand well i don’t know i can’t hear every word but i sure can fill in the blanks are you catching up, are you making plans i’m not worried i’m terrified it’s spinning faster & faster with every trip to the bar every drink leaves yet another question mark another magnet in my head i know your calling the shots i’m just your plus one but i’m getting tired of how everything is fun fun fun don’t worry i’ll be back next week
4.
Type-os 04:50
strike three, on your own again i sense a silent surrender indifferent but different this time i can’t tell, if you are unaware to me you’re not paying attention, or there’s a million liars in your head to cover up the mess your last appliant left did you expect it you claim, you got it figured out deep down you’ve known it for ages, i think it’s time to put your theory to the test call off, whatever it is you’re doing hiding your bruises with a stab in the back won’t do it’s like you’re keeping secrets only from yourself all the oppurtunities buried in your bags moving on means moving back hindsight might be failing you since all you see is black you’re following your own tracks we could leave them on the ground take flight from here in a balloon we’ll make a move we’ll disappear and they will ask and look for leads on our escape while we sort it out up there it’s quiet we’ll just wait and the noise will fade, your head will clear as we set the air on fire we’ll go through every page, your every scribbled note, and all the type-os we could leave them on the ground take flight from here in a balloon we’ll make a move we’ll disappear and they will ask and look for leads on our escape while we sort it out up there it’s quiet we’ll just wait until birds are singing, things are safe until birds are singing things are safe all the oppurtunities buried in your bags moving on means moving back hindsight might be failing you since all you see is black you’re following your own tracks

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series two records / discrete motion recordings, 2011

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released September 15, 2011

written, arranged and produced by since our first guitar
recorded by fredrik sunding at tambourine studios
mixed by wallentin richardsson & erik sunding
at discrete motion recordings, malmö
mastered by fred kevorkian at avatar studios, new york

additional musicians:
fredrik gustafsson (trumpet)
erik thorell (trombone)
karin johansson (french horn)

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Since Our First Guitar:
Erik Sunding
Niklas Björk
Wallentin Richardsson
Fredrik Ehrstedt

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