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released April 2, 2012

RECORDED AT EXPERIMENTAL SOUND STUDIO – CHICAGO, IL
MARCH 2011 – MARCH 2012

ALL SONGS PERFORMED AND WRITTEN BY MATTHEW MCGARRY WITH THE EXCEPTION OF THE ASSORTED FIELD RECORDINGS, JOON LEE’S TRUMPET PLAYING ON “ROOM,” AND T.S. ELIOT’S POEM “THE LOVE SONG OF J. ALFRED PRUFROCK” ON “DOORYARDS.”

PRODUCED BY MATTHEW MCGARRY AND MATTHEW KORDONOWY
ENGINEERED BY MATTHEW KORDONOWY
MIXED BY MATTHEW KORDONOWY AND MATTHEW MCGARRY AT EXPERIMENTAL SOUND STUDIO – CHICAGO, IL
MASTERED BY TODD CARTER AT BEL_AIR SOUND STUDIO – CHICAGO, IL
ALBUM ART BY BRANDON OXENDINE
STAMPING / HANDLING BY JINN BRONWEN LEE
PHOTOGRAPHY BY MATTHEW MCGARRY

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Track Name: JUNIPER
JUNIPER I WAS A MESS
JUNIPER I AM A MESS
JUNIPER PARK BY THE WINDOW
JUNIPER WALK BY THE DOOR
JUNIPER WALK BY THE WINDOW
JUNIPER WALK IN THE DOOR
JUNIPER SWAYS IN THE ALLEY
JUNIPER GRAY ON THE GROUND
JUNIPER PAINTING WITH BLUE GREEN
JUNIPER LISTENS TO JAZZ TAPES
JUNIPER PLAYING THAT GOULD
SINGS PERFECT PITCH LIKE A CHURCH BELL
I SING MY SONGS LIKE A FOOL
JUNIPER SPEAKING LIKE POEMS
CONCISE AND NEVER VERBOSE
I TALK TOO MUCH
TOO MUCH TALKING
A SPACE CAN SAY SO MUCH MORE
A SPACE CAN SAY SO MUCH MORE
A SPACE CAN SAY SO MUCH MORE
A SPACE CAN SAY SO MUCH MORE
I LOVE YOU JUNIPER
JUNIPER TIMES JUST AIN’T RIGHT NOW
JUNIPER WHEN WILL IT END
I AM NOBODY WITHOUT YOU
YOU ARE MY ONLY REAL FRIEND
I LOVE YOU JUNIPER
I LOVE YOU JUNIPER
I LOVE YOU JUNIPER
I LOVE YOU JUNIPER
Track Name: BOSSA IV
JOHN LENNON’S DRUM MACHINE
PULSING ON THE FRONT PORCH
JOHN LENNON AND THE PLASTIC DAKOTA BAND

ORANGE PLASTIC BUTTON
RECORDS A FRONT YARD BAND
PLAYING “THREE GIRL RHUMBA” ON DEMAND

ON A GRAND PIANO
IN A PARKING LOT
I SAW HER BUYING DREAMS A DOLLAR DOWN

(SO) LITTLE BIRD LET’S MONO
LITTLE BIRD LET’S STEREO
LITTLE BIRD YOU’VE LET GO OF YOUR EGO
Track Name: SLOW CLOUD
IS THIS THE SOUND OF A BROKEN YEAR
OR A ROOM WITH NO DOOR
SEEMS LIKE A VOICE WAS JUST STEALING THE QUIET
COLLECTING DUST ON THE FLOOR

THE SLOW CLOUD IDLES ACROSS THE PLAINES
DRAGGING ITS FEET IN THE WIND
IT LET GO OF THE ROPE IN THE SKY
LOOKING FOR SILENCE AGAIN
Track Name: STATION WAGON
AN AUTOMOBILE
A GHOST IN A BOX

IDLE UP THE HILL
IDLE UP A HILL
TWICE
THROUGH THE NIGHT’S
SCREEN
DOOR
I GOT NOWHERE
NOWHERE TO KNOW WHERE
TO GO

I HEARD THE LOUDEST SOUNDS
ALWAYS HAPPEN AT ONCE
SPACE IS FALLING EVERYDAY
SPACE IS FALLING APART
THEN THE ARROWS SHOOT DOWN YOUR HALL
FROM THE FRONT THROUGH THE BACKDOOR
AND I AM JUST A SLOW CLOUD
COLLIDING INTO YOUR WINDOW
Track Name: ICE BOX/TUMBLEWEED
THINK FAST
JUST DO IT
REJECT THE SUBTLE MOVEMENTS

DON’T FALL
TOO HARD
THERE’S NO TIME TO REGARD
ACT QUICK
EXHUME
1000 EMPTY ROOMS

GOODBYE
THEY’RE SOLD
THEY’LL THROW ME OUT WHEN I GET OLD

THE HILLS BREAK ON THE MAINLINE
THE BIRDS FLY UNDERGROUND
THE SCAFFOLD COLLAPSES
IN THE BLIZZARD

AN OLD TELEPHONE RINGER
A LEGENDARY ECHO
TRAVELS DOWN THE RAIL
STRAIGHT TO THE GRAVEYARD

BORN ON THE HIGHWAY
AS AN ILLUSION
THE PROJECT STARTED IN 1903
WITH ITS FAITHFUL DISCIPLES
THEY’RE TURNING A PROFIT
DISSECTING LIGHT BULBS
AND RINGING THE BELL
Track Name: TIMES AIN'T RIGHT
GOT NO TIME FOR THE MONEY
LORD KNOWS IT AIN’T GOT TIME FOR US

BUT IF IT DID I’D PUT IT
TOWARDS THE KIDS AND THEIR COLLEGE FUND

I KNOW YOU THINK I’M CRAZY
BUT BABY TIMES AIN’T RIGHT

TAKE ALL THE PIECES WE GOT AND
WE’LL TRY TO MAKE THROUGH THE NIGHT

A BOOK IN A BLACK FIELD AND KNIFE
PULLING ROPE OUT OF THE SKY

AND WHEN YOU WAKE UP
YOUR BODY IS ALREADY HERE FOR YOU

LIKE A PAGE THAT WAS PURPOSELY LEFT BLANK
Track Name: TORNADO WARNING
TORNADO WARNING
FOR SANGAMON COUNTY
GREEN AND BLACK SKY
RUN INSIDE

BLUE WATER TOWER
SHROUDED BY TREES
A BLUE THAT’S
COMFORTABLE TO ME

WHEN THE WIND TIES UP
AND THE LAMPSHADE FALLS
NO MORE PIECES TO INSTALL
AN EMPTY ROOM BEFORE MY EYES
AN EMPTY ROOM BEFORE MY EYES

A SKATE THROUGH THE PARKING LOT
ME AND THE LIGHT POLES
LATE NIGHT COUNTING
YELLOW LINES ON THE BLACKTOP

FIVE IN THE MORNING
FOLDING THE PAPER
WATCHING THE MOON
FALL BELOW THE HORIZON

WHEN THE WIND TIES UP
AND THE LAMPSHADE FALLS
NO MORE PIECES TO INSTALL
AN EMPTY ROOM BEFORE MY EYES
AN EMPTY ROOM BEFORE MY EYES

TRIP ON THE SIDEWALK
FOURTH OF JULY
STEP OFF THE ROOFTOP
WALK IN THE WINDOW

HOME IN THE WINTER
ASLEEP IN MY OLD ROOM
SAME RADIO STATION
ON MY ALARM CLOCK

WHEN THE WIND TIES UP
AND THE LAMPSHADE FALLS
NO MORE PIECES TO INSTALL
AN EMPTY ROOM BEFORE MY EYES
AN EMPTY ROOM BEFORE MY EYES
Track Name: MOVING TRUCK
LATE NIGHT IN A BAD ROOM
APARTMENT 216
A NIGHTMARE’S WOODEN RAFTERS
HANGING ALL OUR DREAMS

CLOUDS UP ON THE ROOFTOP
A DOZEN EMPTY CHAIRS
A SHALLOW SWIMMING POOL
A HEAT THAT DOESN’T CARE

FRIDAY IN ACROSS ROAD
A GIFT THAT NEVER GAVE
I HEAR CHICAGO BREATHING
500 MILES AWAY

A MOVING TRUCK DISASTER
AN OMEN ON THE WALL
A GHOST IS IN OUR HALLWAY
RUN AND THEN DISSOLVE

HER MOTHER’S OLD PIANO
PLAYS A SONG GOODBYE
A RIVER CITY’S BRUTAL
THE LAKE’S BACK ON OUR SIDE
Track Name: ROOM
RELAX RELAX
YOU’RE LOSING TIME

RELAX RELAX
YOU’RE LOSING TIME

RELAX RELAX
DON’T FEEL CONFINED

RELAX RELAX
DON’T FEEL CONFINED


ONE DAY YOU’RE LIVING AT HOME
THE NEXT YOU’RE LIVING ALONE

ONE DAY YOU’RE FEELING AT HOME
THE NEXT YOU’RE FEELING ALONE

ONE DAY YOU’RE LIVING AT HOME
THE NEXT YOU’RE LIVING ALONE

ONE DAY YOU’RE FEELING AT HOME
THE NEXT YOU’RE FEELING ALONE

REMEMBER GOOD THINGS FROM HOME
LETTING ANXIETY GO
Track Name: DOORYARDS
LET US GO THEN
YOU AND I
WITH THE EVENING SPREAD
OUT AGAINST THE SKY

BENEATH THE MUSIC
FROM A FARTHER ROOM
A MINUTE COULD REVERSE
SO HOW SHOULD PRESUME

TIME FOR MURDER
TIME TO CREATE
NO TIME FOR QUESTIONS
DROPPED ON YOUR PLATE

SHOULD I PART MY HAIR BEHIND
AFTER THE SUNSETS AND THE DOORYARDS
AND TURNING TOWARD THE WINDOW
THAT WASN’T IT
THAT WASN’T IT AT ALL
IT SEEMS ALMOST RIDICULOUS
INDEED AT TIMES THE FOOL
WOULD IT HAVE BEEN WORTHWHILE?
WOULD IT HAVE BEEN WORTHWHILE?