Shhh, I'm Rustic

by Memphis Pencils

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UPCOMING SHOWS:

FEBRUARY 17TH - AUSTIN, TX @ TRAILER SPACE W/ NIALL, UNKNOWN RELATIVES, CLASSY NUDES
MARCH 6TH - AUSTIN, TX @ RED EYED FLY (BARTIN MEMBERG - 7PM)
MARCH 17TH - AUSTIN, TX @ TOWNHOUSE MIXOLOGY BAR, 2:00 PM

TOUR:

MAY 26TH - FAYETTEVILLE, AR @ SMOKE AND BARREL
MAY 27TH - HOT SPRINGS, AR @ TBA
MAY 28TH - LITTLE ROCK, AR @ TBA
MAY 29TH - MEMPHIS, TN @ TBA
MAY 30TH - MISSISSIPPI @ TBA
MAY 31ST - NEW ORLEANS, LA @ DRAGON'S DEN
JUNE 1ST - BATON ROUGE, LA @ TBA
JUNE 2ND - HOUSTON, TX @ TBA OR NOTSUOH
JUNE 3RD - AUSTIN, TX @ TBA
JUNE 4TH - DENTON, TX @ TBA
JUNE 5TH - TULSA, OK @ TBA

credits

released 08 July 2011

Performed by Martin Bemberg, Reed Faitak, Joel Paul, JD Paul, and Jim Sloan

Mixed by Joel Paul and Martin Bemberg

Artwork by Brian Wolf (aportraitofshatteredearth.blogspot.com)

Mastering by Dwight Chalmers at Listen Lab in Little Rock, AR
(listenlaboratory.com)

Mastering funded by Art Amiss, Inc., a not-for-profit art collective based in Fayetteville, AR created with the express purpose of providing services for artists living in, working in, or from Arkansas.
(artamiss.org)

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Track Name: Helium Efforts
Flying nightly can hurt the liver
Sleep oh be my window-giver
Whinnying in a stream of carbon chorus

Every dream is obscene in service
Pulling candy from your cervix
Steadily to your knees and screaming
Come back to life now

Street shouts at carnival
More like a chronicle
More like a chronicle than like a calling up

Every winter will be forgiven
Every fall by rakes be driven
Spring will bring to me softer lists of helium efforts

Soft in summer fern hills are greening
Wake up, son, you must be dreaming
In the mercy of means as streaming sabbaths ring slowly

Street shouts at carnival
More like a chronicle
More like a chronicle than like a calling up
Track Name: Cities In Love
I dream of hilltops and oceans
Pelican poses
Cities in love with psychosis

I glean from cool, comfy study
Blown leaves and bone-baking shimmer
Spring or the winter

I need your brightened border
To come back back and nudge me forward
Come back nudge me forward if you want to
You know I could use it if you don't
Track Name: Bored By Beacons
I am the bluebird of mountain
You are the blues in the fountain

Bored by beacons before you had your reasons,
You were fortified by things you'd seen before I knew
In the same way the bright lights shine around you
Oh, the intrigue-free sentries swim sly in what we threw

It's been a long time since the savage fields first found you,
Since the winter streets had gladly shown us to our knees
I'd like to be in a bunker fun and friendly
Where the savages do preach but with pens and palindromes

Come home

I am the bluebird of mountain
You are the blues in the fountain
Track Name: Aşkım
Your blinding firmness bothers this furnace
It's tampering with words
And dampening this dervish
Split spheres from you, your caravan bluebirds are
Patterning up new quirk, flattering with few verbs

Distance may freeze frames, aşkım

Oh but it won't have me
Because it won't be like home
So it can't have me
On a prosaic loan

Oh, aşkım
Seni seviyorum

Distance may freeze frames, aşkım

Oh but it won't have me
Because it won't be like home
So it can't have me
On a prosaic loan

Smiling mandates glisten like handshakes
As you are choked yet yawning
Whispering and fawning
Your tongue so Turkish, whispering firmness,
"If love predates this longing,
Which new age is dawning?"

Distance may freeze frames, aşkım

Oh but it won't have me
Because it won't be like home
So it can't have me
On a prosaic loan

Aşkım
Track Name: Day Come Chrome
She'd teach my head home, sleep like loam
Heaven will my head hone, sleep like home
Heaven will mind my daylight

Oh daylight, oh day come chrome

Fill gently my room, aşkım
Wait with undone, spun loom, aşkım
Heaven will mind my daylight

Oh daylight, oh day come chrome

She'd teach my head home, sleep like loam
Heaven will mind my daylight

Oh daylight, oh day come chrome

Seni seviyorum, aşkım
Heaven will mind my daylight

Oh daylight, oh day come chrome

Seni seviyorum, aşkım
Heaven will mind my daylight

Oh daylight, oh day come chrome
Track Name: Critters
El alma que yo tocaba, si era enorme, no era corporal
El alma que yo tocaba, si era enorme, no era corporal
El cielo que me lo daba es lo que se esconde, come lo corporal
El alma que yo tocaba, si era enorme, no era corporal

Tout le monde seeks pretty things
Airbrushing bee stings and flesh overalls
All the world is bonefish and
Airbrushing bee stings and flesh overalls
Track Name: Paper Pirouettes
I heard they'll say in many days
All we made was love and read the papers
On our balconies
Made pretty things, and what's more
We tore in paper pirouettes in our oxford pairs
Torn and sliced for to lead ascetic, stacked-shrine sandal life

Fear spills dividends while dear friends are pears on purple limbs
Daylight bright begins,
Evidence that my dear friends are pears on purple limbs

The fleeting haze, reforming wave
Came today and as a wrinkled tonic must
It's blown away as ether plays
And what's more it's torn in paper pirouettes
In our oxford pairs, born but twice
For to lead ascetic, stacked-shrine sandal life

Fear spills dividends while dear friends are pears on purple limbs
Daylight bright begins,
Evidence that my dear friends are pears on purple limbs
Track Name: Nestor, Best Your Intercessor
Noonday treads on shreds of moonlight
The black and white movie with it's back to me
Streetlight begs thee, come inspect me
Come hold me tightly like weeds on ripe ivy

The ground forgave the floor tiles and all
And backs forget the fore, ground and all

And the rest is dressing
And the rest is dressing
And the rest is dressing
Track Name: Happy Birthday Harvey
Scared green in a new scene, you'll be back before dawn
Before you get envy, get manuscript pawns
New days come like past strains gone, mais nous le somme
Parce que nous le somme
Before you get envy know nous le somme

I'm so sorry, mono-no-aware

Woke up dancing to cardboard music
There was light like lime and only Bach shone through it
When you're up 'til dawn and so resigned albeit
Tell your narratives about the meta prefix

Tell them I'm so sorry, mono-no-aware

Oh oh, oh oh, figura
Oh oh, oh oh, figura
Why so afraid of the center where we wait
On your prophet-parade

I'm so sorry, mono-no-aware