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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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Track Name: Archaeology
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
Track Name: Rock, paper, scissors
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
Track Name: Dance dance dance
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
Track Name: Type-os
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