Acres and Continents
by Dialectic
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1. |
Hey Hey, Everything
03:22
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hey hey everything
she ain't got no lightning
she ain't got no gold
she ain't got no arrows
she ain't got no bow
she ain't got no mountain
she ain't got no milk
she ain't got no circles
she ain't got no guilt
(hey hey) she got everything she needs
(hey hey) she got everything she needs
(hey hey) she got everything she needs
because she got me
she can't count by sevens
she can't make it rain
she can't tell direction
she can't taste champagne
she can't fake a smile
she can't play mahjong
she can't help her devil's charm
she can't bite her tongue
(hey hey) she can do everything she needs
(hey hey) she can do everything she needs
(hey hey) she can do everything she needs
and she does it for me
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you came to the city like a virus
you hid your weapons in open hands
you left us crying under the cypress
the lonely last of our clan
everything is shiny and new
they built it all up just for you
they bought a choir of angels to sing
welcome to the new kings
i can’t count the people i lost
before i ever found the camps south of bernal
i never needed anyone to point out the cost
i just needed people i knew i could turn to
everything is shiny and new
they built it all up just for you
they bought a choir of angels to sing
welcome to the new kings
i spent so many years just trying to get by
that i forgot there’s more to life than just breathing
oh, but love has opened my eyes
and now i want it all, i want my life and my freedom
see, the woman who shares my bed
she wants to change the world
i should have known better
than to fall for a militia girl
can’t see a thing through the fog
can’t see the sun up above
this is for my mother and father
this is for the city i love
everything is shiny and new
they built it all up just for you
but deep down you know, none of this is yours
and it will be too late to run when we knock on your door
everything is shiny and new
they built it all up just for you
i can’t say what the future will bring
but i promise, there won’t be any kings
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3. |
À Montréal
04:51
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my window's a sieve
this city seeps in
a heat and a friction
we can't help but breathe in
the door is wide open
we're both feeling trapped
both of us hoping
there must be some kind of way back
je te retrouve à montréal
laisses tes soucis à brooklyn, ils sont pas réels*
i know you well
and you know me
but this city treats us like strangers
dangerous like bankers
all of that changes
when we go back to montréal
goldie and i
at the outpost café
brooklyn's so heavy
this time of day
she tells me you're trouble
i should run far and run fast
but she don't know, everything will be alright
if we can only get back
je te retrouve à montréal
laisses tes soucis à brooklyn, ils sont pas réels
i know you well
and you know me
but this city treats us like strangers
dangerous like bankers
all of that changes
when we go back to montréal
i stand up to leave
you pull me back down
you cry as you kiss me
you cry as you kiss me
but something is missing
we left it in montréal
and there ain't no going back
there for us now
je te retrouve à montréal
laisses tes soucis à brooklyn, ils sont pas réels
i know you well
and you know me
but this city treats us like strangers
dangerous like bankers
desperate like angels
all of that changes
when we go back to montréal
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this place is black market
they steal and they sell
they’re dressed up like the angels
when the angels all fell
this place is black market
to them you’re just meat
don’t let them touch you
or sing you to sleep
get me out, get me out
get me far, far away
this place, it don’t mean me no good
get me out, get me out
get me back to the bay
you know i’d do it myself if i could
they think that they got him
but he ain’t the one
the real one is coming
to finish what he’s begun
the newspaper’s dying
and i’m dying, too
i wish i could tell you
the things i’ve been through
get me out, get me out
get me far, far away
this place, it don’t mean me no good
get me out, get me out
to tokyo or santa fe
you know i’d do it myself if i could
every dream is a nightmare
every nightmare is real
trying to see the truth
through water and steel
trying to see the truth
through opium and fear
wish i were anywhere
but here
that was years ago now
but i can still feel
that black-market place
where they sell and they steal
get me out, get me out
get me far, far away
this place, it don’t mean me no good
get me out, get me out
while there’s still light left in the day
you know i’d do it myself if i could
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5. |
Phantom Engineer
04:36
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sign says i have nothing left to give
but you can't read, now can you?
i'm desperate for some quiet, but you don't know what that is
i've stayed here longer than i planned to
your honey words, they hold no meaning
i can't even feel it when we kiss
you’ve confused the dawn with the evening
me, i have nothing left to give
i'm never gonna love you
you can never make this right
it's time for me to leave now
no one's gonna win this fight
i'm never gonna love you
you can never make this right
it's time for me to leave now
goodnight, goodnight, goodnight
the things you want, you won’t find them here
and, really, you don’t even want them
you ride these rails like a phantom engineer
you can’t even remember why you haunt them
i’ve burned your letters, buried your graphs
i’m not going to need them anymore
yesterday is over, today has turned to ash
find something new to look for
i'm never gonna love you
you can never make this right
it's time for me to leave now
no one's gonna win this fight
i'm never gonna love you
you can never make this right
it's time for me to leave now
goodnight, goodnight, goodnight
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6. |
Weekend in the District
04:01
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it started with a side glance
put me in a trance
i got a taste for disaster
i know i’m not a slave
but i smell it on your neck, girl
you taste like a master
you try to look away
but your gaze stays caught
on the corner of my smile
it started with side glance
put me in a trance
desperate just to be defiled
for one night — one night to change it all
one night — one night to bring the fall
just because we shouldn’t
don’t mean that it ain’t right
i may not be good for you
but i know i’m good for one night
i’m tired of love
i’m looking for something cheap
you can throw me away when you’re done, little girl
i know i ain’t the one to keep
my life is a cage
i’ve been dying to escape
kindness will never set me free
it started with a side glance
put me in a trance
that’s exactly where i think i’m supposed to be
for one night — one night to change it all
one night — one night to bring the fall
just because we shouldn’t
don’t mean that it ain’t right
i may not be good for you
but i know i’m good for one night
let me break my heart upon the anvil of your back
your tongue can be my rubicon, the border on my map
i’m never going home again, i hope someday i miss it
but tonight i’m here, lost with you, my weekend in the district
i run and i run
like a shadow from the sun
but i haven’t found a way to slip my skin
i pause to catch a breath
feel the mourning in my chest
it’s time to start running again
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7. |
Highline
04:30
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i see you tonight
the fog of years is nothing
you and i move fast
but baby we ain’t running
nothing to get away from
nothing left to chase
vodka coats my tongue and throat
but that’s not what i taste
give it, give it to me // give me your highline
give it, give it to me // yeah, give it to me now
give it, give it to me // give me your highline
give it, give it to me
smothered in the heat of the city
smothered in the heat of desire
slick skin, sly grin
laughing as you dance, and you dance like a fire
i can trace the curve of your laugh with my finger
your fingers trace shapes, put me under your spell
you never learned to whistle
but you can sure can ring that bell
give it, give it to me // give me your highline
give it, give it to me // yeah, give it to me now
give it, give it to me // give me your highline
give it, give it to me
it’s getting late, i know it
it’s getting late, i know it
it’s getting late, i know it
but before you go, just
give it, give it to me // give me your highline
give it, give it to me // yeah, give it to me now
give it, give it to me // give me your highline
give it, give it to me
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you wrap your arms around me
while you stay just out of reach
you keep it hidden
just so you can watch me seek
my dizzy hands could never hold your crooked smile
still, my fingers bear your teethmarks—the scars of my denial
you set the rules but you won’t say what they are
how could i ever hope to win?
it’s the agony of almost
it’s the longing for what’s near
it’s knowing that no matter how close you are
you’re not here
your body tells your secrets
your silence tells your lies
you make me ask the question
then you offer no reply
you laid the trap but now both of us are caught
you don’t know how it started, you don’t know how to stop
your castle’s crumbling, hercules can’t keep you safe
what are you going to do now?
it’s the agony of almost
it’s the longing for what’s near
it’s knowing that no matter how close you are
you’re not here
your castle’s crumbling
hercules can’t keep you safe
what are you going to do now?
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9. |
Fair Play
05:08
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you’ve worked your magic
on more than one of my friends
i should have seen
how this was going to end
why did i think it would be different?
i’m just another helpless man
i used to wonder why you do the things you do
now i know, you just do them cause you can
i try to play fair, but every time i do
you take everything you want and do anything you want to
i’ve heard you say the words, but girl, if this is love
well, it isn’t worth the trouble, i swear i’ve had enough
run away—it’s what i’ve gotta do
run away—it’s what i’ve gotta do
run away—babe, i’ve thought it through
you taught me more
than i ever wanted to learn
i try to forget
but your lessons always return
i didn’t think you had it in you
when we started you were warmer than the sun
but somewhere along the line
you turned so cold, now i find myself alone
how could you leave me so undone?
i try to play fair, but every time i do
you take everything you want and do anything you want to
i’ve heard you say the words, but girl, if this is love
well, it isn’t worth the trouble, i swear i’ve had enough
run away—it’s what i’ve gotta do
run away—it’s what i’ve gotta do
run away—babe, i’ve thought it through
the secrets that i keep for you
the lies you believe for me
i don’t know what it means to be free
but i know it’s not this
i try to play fair, but every time i do
you take everything you want and do anything you want to
i’ve heard you say the words, but girl, if this is love
well, it isn’t worth the trouble, i swear i’ve had enough
run away—it’s what i’ve gotta do
run away—it’s what i’ve gotta do
run away—babe, i’ve thought it through
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your pigeon came yesterday
with word of your return
my eyes began to water
my throat began to burn
come home, come home
your wife is waiting
come home, come home
you touched her tender cheek
that was not the touch of love
your hands stayed clean
your boots were slick with blood
come home, come home
your wife is waiting
come home, come home
you chose the wind
over your own flesh and bone
surrounded by a hundred thousand men
she died alone
and you will too
wait till you see what i have planned for you
it’s been so long
i feared the worst
you, another body in the field
you, safe from your curse
come home, come home
your wife is waiting
come home, come home
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that wheel was spinning
like the witches knew that it would
and everything your parents tried to do to protect you
none of it did you any good
you felt the spin of the wheel
you fell hard to the floor
and nothing and no one
could make you move anymore
come on, come on—open your eyes
come on, come on—see through this disguise
that lies upon this land that the world forgot
it’s not sleep if you never wake up
it’s not sleep if you never wake up
the world grew up around you
you shrank back in your skin
the sun never touched you
you never felt the wind
your mother kissed you and held your hand
your sister stood guard at the gate
your father sat at the foot of your bed
and said, “awake. awake.”
come on, come on—open your eyes
come on, come on—see through this disguise
that lies upon this land that the world forgot
it’s not sleep if you never wake up
it’s not sleep if you never wake up
but for you, there will be no kisses
from knights on white horses, or young and handsome princes
this fairytale of ours, this fairytale is fractured
and you and i will never know a ‘happily ever after’
your father carved your name in his breast
your mother cried as she kissed your face
your sister watched the snow falling through the window
and wondered how the thieves had escaped
come on, come on—open your eyes
come on, come on—see through this disguise
that lies upon this land that the world forgot
it’s not sleep if you never wake up
it’s not sleep if you never wake up
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12. |
Fuck You Truck, I Win
03:58
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fuck you truck, i win
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credits
released June 8, 2015
DIALECTIC IS
ying-sun ho: vocals, guitars, programming
mario trigueros: vocals, guitars
ian kim: piano, organ, keyboards, vocals
nora barrows-friedman: cello, vocals
FEATURING
jason slota: drums, percussion
doug stuart: bass guitar, upright bass
laura dean: vocals
PRODUCED, ENGINEERED, AND MIXED BY laura dean [ ledrecording.com ]
SECOND ENGINEER derek schultz
ENGINEER ASSISTANTS jen markovics and veronica simonetti
EXECUTIVE PRODUCER sam ho
MASTERED BY michael romanowski at michael romanowski mastering [ michaelromanowski.com ]
RECORDED AT tiny telephone recording [ tinytelephone.com ] and ying-sun’s house
MIXED AT tiny telephone, except ‘fuck you truck, i win,’ mixed at new, improved recording [ newimprovedrecording.com ]
ART DIRECTION BY justin warren, james q. chan, and james dirito
DESIGN BY james dirito [ healioscope.com ]
LAYOUT BY ying-sun ho
WE WOULD LIKE TO THANK...
our families—sam ho, jennifer o’day, dona hirschfield-white, min trigueros-hirschfield, zach wyner, ciel mckay, sunjung cho, minju kim—for incredible support in every possible form and manner. laura for an expert hand and a kindred ear—and those vocals! samantha for being samantha. xochi for helping to kickstart the writing of this record. james d. for a gorgeous cover. justin for helping us think about this album visually. jv and tiny telephone for providing independent musicians with a place to make imaginary music real. liam and nate for bringing the richness of horns to the record. san francisco for being home, and san franciscans for fighting for it. and you, very much, for listening.
dialecticmusic.com
contact@dialecticmusic.com
℗2015 THWIP! Music. ©2015 by the respective authors. all rights reserved. unauthorized duplication is a violation of applicable laws.
DIALECTIC IS
ying-sun ho: vocals, guitars, programming
mario trigueros: vocals, guitars
ian kim: piano, organ, keyboards, vocals
nora barrows-friedman: cello, vocals
FEATURING
jason slota: drums, percussion
doug stuart: bass guitar, upright bass
laura dean: vocals
PRODUCED, ENGINEERED, AND MIXED BY laura dean [ ledrecording.com ]
SECOND ENGINEER derek schultz
ENGINEER ASSISTANTS jen markovics and veronica simonetti
EXECUTIVE PRODUCER sam ho
MASTERED BY michael romanowski at michael romanowski mastering [ michaelromanowski.com ]
RECORDED AT tiny telephone recording [ tinytelephone.com ] and ying-sun’s house
MIXED AT tiny telephone, except ‘fuck you truck, i win,’ mixed at new, improved recording [ newimprovedrecording.com ]
ART DIRECTION BY justin warren, james q. chan, and james dirito
DESIGN BY james dirito [ healioscope.com ]
LAYOUT BY ying-sun ho
WE WOULD LIKE TO THANK...
our families—sam ho, jennifer o’day, dona hirschfield-white, min trigueros-hirschfield, zach wyner, ciel mckay, sunjung cho, minju kim—for incredible support in every possible form and manner. laura for an expert hand and a kindred ear—and those vocals! samantha for being samantha. xochi for helping to kickstart the writing of this record. james d. for a gorgeous cover. justin for helping us think about this album visually. jv and tiny telephone for providing independent musicians with a place to make imaginary music real. liam and nate for bringing the richness of horns to the record. san francisco for being home, and san franciscans for fighting for it. and you, very much, for listening.
dialecticmusic.com
contact@dialecticmusic.com
℗2015 THWIP! Music. ©2015 by the respective authors. all rights reserved. unauthorized duplication is a violation of applicable laws.
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