We Get Lost

by The Nein

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about

we recorded these songs in 2007 and 2008, after realizing that touring was turning the process of making the (arguably overly complicated) music we were making into a drag. without any sort of goal in mind, we just wrote some songs that the three of us could play together easily.

after the studio excess of "Luxury" and "Wrath of Circuits," we took a new approach. we recorded in our homes, our parents' homes, and our friends' homes, sometimes whispering the vocals so our roommates would not hear, sometimes doing everything live, sometimes finishing an overdub while our bandmates were eating cookies in another room.

this is not an album. it is not an EP. it is just a document of a period of time in our lives.

credits

released 28 March 2013
Robert Price Biggers, Jr.
Joshua Patrick Carpenter
Finn Maguire Cohen

recorded by The Nein; additional engineering by Nick Petersen

mixed by Nick Petersen at Track and Field, Carrboro, NC

mastered by Carl Saff

artwork by Lincoln Hancock

thanks: Nick, Carl, Linc, Andy Magowan, Brian Landrum, the Lewis family, the Biggers family

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Track Name: Soundgardenz
Pour one on the ground for all your counselors
There's no fortune in the way that it's counted
Far-fetched and decent-minded
A routine of shivering, sniveling harpies

Seethe like a name by the side of the road
And write a check for your implication
We stick words in the simple equation
We get lost

I will put my coat down on this puddle
I will escort you to the edge of town

Seethe like a name by the side of the road
And write a check for your implication
We stick words in the simple equation
We get lost
Track Name: Santos
I am king of all I see
All the animals know my name
My bed is made of backs
And old currency
I stood in the bread lines
And made the dark things shine
On the wrists of my countrymen

I was wrong
You were faster than I counted on
And when I return
I will buy all the cities I burned

What happened here yesterday?
I wake up in a different land
With new currency
And New Amsterdam
Now I'm in their bread lines
Talking like a swine
And their animals
Run from me

I was wrong
You were faster than I counted on
And when I return
I will buy all the cities I burned
Track Name: Tommy Lee Jones
All in with an airport flavor
There's a symbol of your comfort zone
Dense air makes you glance at your neighbors
And your body still smells like home
And all the evidence around you
Creeps along like a reverent dog
Age gaps make you yell at your neighbors
And you wonder why it is that you're wrong

You breathe in sentiment
So lock up your daughters
They've got thoughts about slaughter
And I hurt myself like a good citizen
So I'll participate

The landscape of your face is expanding
And the cynic that you love is a whore
And small talk makes you dream of the surface
And beyond that you can just see the shore

You breathe in sentiment
So lock up your daughters
They've got thoughts about slaughter
And I hurt myself like a reverent dog
So I'll participate
Track Name: Liza Minelli
Chains of intellect fix you to the screen
You can't do nothing but stare into the void
I so look forward to you reigning in your wants
They're all rusted and frayed around the seams

Now we all live up to it

There were a lot of pedestrians
Who knew your name
Could place your birthmarks
I spent my nights outside your window
In a dumpster full of nails
And just like you I hate musicals
So why is it that you remind me
Of a young Liza Minelli
In her prime

And all of the references that I don't get
Are etched upon me
It's just like an adult to forget
And now we all live up to it
Track Name: In the Black
Pickpockets give the best damn talkings to
But you would never follow the herd
Girls lockets strike fear in the markets
Plotting like revenge of the nerd
I heard you call my name but I was not in your network
I heard you took the blame and I'm no longer your hero

It's just your wisdom teeth
They grow right back
And I'm in industry
Stay in the black

Close talkers in your face with offers
Now pick yourself up off of my floor
Short stalkers send you back to the doctor
And the cynic that you love is a whore
I heard you call my name but I was sleeping it off
And when I finally woke up you were no longer around
You had left me to drown myself

It's just your wisdom teeth
They grow right back
And I'm in industry
Stay in the black