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released May 6, 2015

Words and tunes by Darren O’Brien, arranged and performed by:
Darren O’Brien // Jacob Miller // Kurt Maes // Kevin Duffey
Trumpet on “Blue Sweat” by Dan Papson
Recorded and mixed by Matt Boynton at Vacation Island, Brooklyn
Additional keys recorded by Joe McGinty at Carousel, Brooklyn
Mastered by Joe Lambert

Cover: Heavenly, Thy Sanctuary by Sebastiaan Bremer, use by special permission, all rights reserved; painted on by Darren O’Brien
Runes designed by Allan Revah

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Track Name: When the Spirit Moves Me
We’re given the doors but left to search for the key. Following only one path to its end still leaves us imprisoned. From the original room, open one door at a time. What looks like going in circles, soon you’ll see, spirals outward to Heaven. So there must be a way to see all of the things I see when I’m intoxicated naturally: no white noise, no disease, the chaos and harmony with nothing sublimated. Choice is a burden, it’s true, but there’s no firing line. Take off the blindfold and see for yourself: you’re the one holding the weapon. Cuz we don’t play by those rules. It’s all we can do to be free. All matter is radiation, baby. C’mon and vibrate with me, and just sing la la la la la. So there must be a way to see all of the things I see when I’m intoxicated naturally: no white noise, no disease, the chaos and harmony with nothing sublimated. Yeah, there must be a way to be all of the things that are me when I’m intoxicated wildly: no white noise, no disease, the chaos and harmony with nothing sublimated.
Track Name: Take the Pill
People have a lot of expectations. People need to worry about themselves. Our lives are ours to live, no question. We chose when to worry about someone else. And even though I love you madly, I’d rather you take the pill. This world is old and ill. We have big enough shoes to fill. So c’mon and just take the pill. Maybe we were beaten daily, maybe we live too deep in our minds. Either way, we’re probably crazy. Who are we to think we’d get it right? And even though I love you madly, I’d rather you take the pill. This world is old and ill. We have big enough shoes to fill. So c’mon and just take the pill. Every minute that goes by is a missed connection, every time I leave there goes our new best friend. As long as we are lovers we’re our own protection. When we’re ready, if we’re ready: then and only then. And even though I need you badly, I’d rather you take the pill. This world is old and ill. We have big enough shoes to fill. So c’mon and just take the pill. And even though we’d love him truly, we’d rather just take the pill. This world is old and ill. We have big enough shoes to fill. We’re not yet over that hill. There’s no use in crying, just spill. We do nothing against our will. So, baby, you know the drill: for now we’ll just take the pill.
Track Name: Blue Sweat
Baby, you ask me how I feel, when you know that’s not what I want to hear. And baby, you ask how was my day, knowing well I always say “OK.” You try to get to the bottom of me, figure me out from inside, but all you ever get is my blue sweat. Baby, you ask me not to leave. Ain’t it clear that I would never dream? And baby, you ask me what’s my plan. Hadn’chya learned that this is all I am? You try to get to the bottom of me, figure me out from inside, but all you ever get is my blue sweat.
Track Name: Love Yr Age
Why do we turn ourselves off when we have the most to say? Why does wisdom take a backseat to naivety? Can seeing wonder all around ever be commonplace? What makes a restless, fertile mind learn to love the everyday? And do we have a thing to fear? When will we see that life is great? No, we don’t have a thing to fear. Give thanks to life for being strange, for never staying the same, and learn to love yr age. Who are these children going through the trials of my younger self? Aren’t there enough adults out there who haven’t seen it for themselves? And will I ever know it all, or enough to settle down? Or will I end up all alone, up a mountain and no coming down? But do we have a thing to fear? When will we see that life is great? No, we don’t have a thing to fear. Give thanks to life for being strange, for never staying the same, and learn to love yr age. People who know it feel safe in their knowledge; people who don’t talk so loud. People who know it feel safe in their knowledge; people who don’t act so proud. People are evil, so why is the weather, and what could that possibly mean? People who know it have faith in their knowledge; people who don’t preach so loud. People are perfect, so why even bother what the future could look like or mean? People? Yeah, I’m one of those. They just keep talking and talking, and I don’t know what it means, and I don’t think they know what it means. People who feel it take strength in their knowledge; people who don’t talk and talk and talk and talk and talk and talk and talk and talk and talk and talk and talk and talk. Woo yeah.