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Both Neither And Both

by Good Morning Midnight

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1.
O! Sweet death Please mobilize me Please keep me decent Please make me free in life Plant dynamite in my head Dynamite in my billowy head But have you ever spread the ashes of your friend Into a gorge? They fall as gracefully as a coffee cup Jangling on top a dropped plate Some rise back in the wind and plant in your eyes Like a meek prince Finally inheriting his land But all the angels blazed the forest In anticipation of a conquer They say to be remembered you gotta be destroyed You stand in your little post stamp of soil Trying so hard to rip yourself from it But don’t you know in order to do that Let me show you the right way to do that You gotta rip up the ground from underneath You gotta rip up the ground completely And if you rip up the ground completely You gotta put it on your shoulders Take it with you wherever you go But don’t be too worried Death is only an afterthought A process without process Like an abandoned robin’s nest Don’t be so worried There are an infinite amount of things That can happen under the sky That can happen over the sky, singing O! Sweet death, please mobilize me Please keep me decent, please make me free in life O! Sweet death, you’ll mobilize me You’ll keep me decent, you’ll make me free from life
2.
Ballerina 04:26
The world seems much prettier when heard from my Bedroom window sirens birds and storms blow trees I wanna leap I wanna scream “life is beauty” I wanna die from all this beauty Ballerina in a music box you are still spinning Amethyst carved into strawberries and watermelons Hung on your wall, dizzy dizzy you pass out Hidden behind your ear, dizzy dizzy you’re not too tired We’re breaking records setting new PRs Small victories here and there You dream of God and call it a nightmare 2, 3, 4 hours since I got home Skinny, skinny getting skinnier Layers of skin blur into the bed til you can’t tell one from the other The only thing that might remove you now is anger
3.
Cowboy Song 03:53
Charlie get a grip, you could leave this all behind Drive 10 minutes south and you’re out of sight already Charlie don’t you know you’re in someone else’s mind? I feel so close to you For every nice village there’s a hundred ditches to sleep in Charlie you could change your name, don’t it matter much anyway? Everyone’s their own fucking diplomat you know I don’t wanna be a diplomat with you Tonight I’m going out to see people speaking in hush tones Tonight I won’t be a man at all Then maybe I could recognize you And we’d sit in the street For every thousand fascists there’s just one killing machine Honey that is all we need rip ‘em by the seams like a wet baseball And every cop killer gets a shiny trophy Charlie get a grip put your toilet seat down There’s a silhouette in the front yard it won’t move It’s been there for years it’s been there for days I’ve seen it grimace I could be a silhouette to you Tonight I’m going out to see people speaking in hush tones Tonight I won’t be a man at all Then maybe I could recognize you And we’d sit in the street Tonight I’m going to to see people speaking in hush tones Tonight I won’t be a man at all Then maybe you could recognize me And we’d sit in the shade
4.
I'm not a hero Face down a little drunk I took your zero And put it on my little tongue I'm not a hero Ass up a lot of drunk Stationary stationary Hum drum a little fun Leap from those coat hangers You can count on me A bullet shot in the air Has got to come down eventually Floor is a black hole Toxic vast void skyline Diggin' baby diggin' babby Strike gold strike moon Slide down that slide And you get back to the top I line the ocean walls A bracelet a necklace I munch on my toes Because they're right in front of me Icarus Icarus, I'm here to catch you "To be" is a slaughterhouse and all it's participle friends are flies Flying round a dead goat crusted in its own shit a young artist (I don't know but I been told, a good dog brings bones to its master) God, thank you for listening, well here it goes, here I go I look in the mirror and would like to slit my ears my mouth my nose (For you you for you for you for good dog brings bones to its master) I found your father's hat Deep in his closet Buried beneath red ferns Scorpions and rat poison He made me give it back I loved you more than him He hated me for that And so did you I'm not a hero Face down a little drunk I took your zero and Put it on my little tongue I'm not a hero Ass up a lot of drunk Icarus Icarus, I'm here to catch you I just wanna be saved shave my head see the resemblance Between loneliness and everyday living Living every fucking day (I don't know but I been told, a good dog brings its own bones to its master) Put me on your operating table cut me open take my insides out replace the things you don't like with candy-sugar-munchin' (For you you for you for you a good dog brings its own bones to its master)
5.
There are precious rocks inside of me Cut me open throw them into the sea Then one of these days a wave will crash And wash off our bad fantasies I stood with him starkly on the monastery steps I guess (goes to show/that’s how it goes) On a bunk bed in a youth hostel I looked down at my body from a Place outside the window it was Dark rainy I couldn’t see So I took off for the country Left a suitcase and a compass bleeding in the snow (I woke up/eventually oh no) But child you must always be grateful A resurrection is a resurrection And this suspended time sandwiched between Chaos and chaos You can try to figure it out Or realize there is nothing at all to figure out (but oh God/but I don’t wanna die) ‘Cause if you wander into the city for long enough You’re bound to find a construction site And if two lights are placed next to each other Two lights are bound to blink in unison We take what we can Why not listen when a bell ring breaks silence? (Tumbleweed/do what you need) There are precious rocks inside of me Is there anything beyond alone? (I don’t know I don’t know I don’t know) Do you remember when we stole the wine from Behind the alter’s curtain? We sunk into the grapevines of a Holy humid lost time We held hands on the altar and drank The fruit forbidden from our ancestors (and their ancestors/forever and ever) And we stood up on the holy table Knocked knuckles on the tabernacle Waited for some kind of response Waited for the Holy Spirit To lift us off our feet like a cheap carnival ride (gold tokens/funnel cake) There are precious rocks inside of me Is there anything beyond? I don’t know
6.
Quid-Pro-Quo 04:42
Was my joy at the expense of another? Was my joy at the expense of another? Was my joy at the expense of another? So sordid so candid like Abu-Ghraib Was my joy at the expense of another? I'd scream into the void for you But how do you process thin air? Or maybe there's something else A track to your dead mind, cosmic tatters I can do anything I can do anything Exploding sun, living room, carpet on the waterfront Can’t handle the world becoming itself over and over again over and over and over again I can't know the whole world, I was not a little girl But what's that make me now? Sitting on a park bench Praying to the birds who lift prayers up to the sky Those sweet messenger birds can't know the whole world The whole wide world I can do anything, yeah I can do anything I battled January in Chicago A 12 minute walk to my car in a lot across From the British International School I couldn't breathe I couldn't feel Diving suit, heavy cage, 100 feet deep It was a what-goes-up-must-come-down quid-pro-quo No one can hear you, better hope the guillotine Works on the first try, sitting on a park bench Praying to the birds who lift prayers up to the sky Those sweet messenger birds, can they know the whole world? The whole wide world? Was my joy at the expense of another?
7.
8.
It was Dubuque St. in the fall No it was Bowery, or maybe S College Fuck it Locations, destinations, my little station That no one can access No one at all White noise in the gutter White noise in the street White noise in the kingdom White noise all around me But all the stars are white noise And all the stars are small talk They’re saying “You’ve gotta feel bad if you wanna feel good” “Sometimes you’ve gotta feel bad to feel anything at all”
9.
In a little muck called nevermind I mistook your full belly For a trampoline In a little muck called nevermind Tell me not to sigh And I’ll have nothing to sigh about It's nothing No it’s less than nothing Your chest points itself Into itself like a compass There are things you see That happen independently Of things that do happen Things that don't happen Things happen A needle spins There are a finite amount of times My heart will beat And the Earth will still exist without you Until it doesn't I've been having dreams The great lakes will swallow Minnesota The great lakes will swallow the midwest Bite your tongue when you sneeze Giant talking heads Can't process fear Can't process beauty So you grab it by the wrist Until its face turns white Until my face turns white They say at the heart Of beauty is something Inhuman So I will punch the fucking wind

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released October 26, 2018

Charlie Cacciatore - All guitars, bass, keyboards, glockenspiel, vocals
Joryn Brown - Drums
Griffen Clark - Bass (tracks 2, 7, and 9) and cello (tracks 2, 6, 7, 8)
Marina Kushner - Violin (tracks 3 and 5) and vocals (tracks 3, 6, 9)
Dana Telsrow - Synth (track 8) and ran his guitar through an analog synth (track 9)
Nat Nicholson - Voicemail recording (track 7)

Recorded at Flat Black Studios in Lone Tree, Iowa September - December 2017
Engineered by Luke Tweedy and Dana Telsrow
Mixed by Luke Tweedy and Charlie Cacciatore
Mastered by Todd Rittmann in Chicago

All songs by Charlie Cacciatore

Cover and back photos taken by Joshua De Lanoit

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