The Best Friends I Ever Had

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Salman Anwer Shit will keep you warm in the cold. Ethereal but shielding. Call this Patronus-rock Favorite track: Fair Richard Approaches Al-Mu'tasim.
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madison franks i love y'all so much Favorite track: Cicadas.
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Evan Gordon They dreamt big. There were people who said they couldn't do it. Heck, I was one of them. I told them to release a good album of decent indie rock songs. They insisted on a magnum opus, something bigger than 'some local band'. They wanted a record that defied expectations, but still rewarded the listener. Something challenging, something nuanced. I told 'em "throw some fuckin' reverb on the vocals and put it out already", but that wasn't enough. Thanks for proving me wrong. AOTY <3 Favorite track: Callback.
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released November 11, 2016

Album cover photo by Alexas Monroe; designed by Chi Leong.

Produced by Nate Litz & Joshua Luttrull
Mixed & recorded by Nate Litz.
Mastered by Nate Litz, Joshua Luttrull, & Terence Shipp.

Recorded at Reunion Arena in Plano, Texas.
Additional recordings at the cOoompound in Dallas, Texas & Ada's House in Plano, Texas.

We somehow forgot to add Zane Olds to the thanks list (twice!), so let's just take this moment to say "Zane, we love you."

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Track Name: Just Can't Be Impressed
Yeah, I know this. I know you know this. Two doors will open. Doors will open.

I'm too far gone to make a good decision here. I know it's wrong, but I just want to tell you. I just want to say:

Quit talking. Don't knock it. Don't try it, please, don't try it. I buy it, you'll buy it too.

I just don't know what I'm doing here no more. I've got both eyes on the floor and both feet out the door. I just don't know what good could come from this.

But I know that you know this. I know that you know, but I just have to say.

Quit talking. Don't knock it. Don't try it, please, don't try it. I buy it, you'll buy it too.
Track Name: Too Young
Wipe your eyes; put your chin up; lay your head down.
Until you wipe your mouth, put your feet up, and wear your hair down.
When self-deluding feels so true, and you don't know what to do, you're all green. You're all green.
And you said:
"Hold my hair back, I'm gunna throw up."
- "Wait a minute, what'd'cha put in this cup?"
"Hold my hair back, I'm gunna throw up... I.. I-I've been throwing up all night."
- "Alright."

I'm always too young to go out, too young to stay up. Too young to have fun.* That's what I know.
I'm too young to go out.
Too young to stay up.
Too young to have fun.
That's what I know about.
That's why I can't go out.
Cause I'm just too young.




*( While not being legally too young, I struggle with the idea of not being cognitively and experientially mature enough to truly to allow myself to "have fun".)
Track Name: Red Line
I used to ride the DART train
Back and forth every day
Westmoreland down to Parker Road
Catch a flick at the Angelika
I’m always by myself
Everyone on the train’s alone

And there’s a strange comfort
In watching the suburbs roll by
Entire lives passed
On the red rail line
Staring out the window of a train
Can be a very vain experience
I see my reflection everywhere I look

I see my reflection everywhere I look

And now I’m sitting in the night rain
Every night feels the same
Yet I don’t find myself so bored
I’m familiar with the Red Line
With my red eyes
I’m always trying to be ignored

And there’s a strange comfort
In watching the city roll by
Entire lives passed
On the red rail line
Staring out the window of a train
Can be a very vain experience
I see my reflection everywhere I look

I forget to mention
It’s hard to accept it when
You see your reflection
And don’t recognize the one looking back at you

The one looking back at you
Track Name: Callback
An American Tale:

I'm Fievel, and we're staring at the same moon. Somewhere in the distance is:
-a sad tune
-a whistle
-a rustling of milk thistles
It tickles.
And now I'm binding up a swisher. "I wish you were here.", I say, to no one in particular. Two puffs and lean back-
"Hear the whistling?"

This is a callback. A howl across the street. A holler from the front yard. Pour one out for the we(e/a)k.

Do winds get carried across? Sipped things, puffed rings. Get dizzy and lost.

Di z
zy n
L o
O
ost

I tug on my own sleeve to leave the edge of this cliff I've been flirting with. Kiss the wind, and I add to its mist:
- a smokey exhale
- a bundled up fist

I wish I could whistle.
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R.I.P Conner White
Track Name: Joke
Johnny's never been good!
She's always saying rude things.
...but sometimes,
She's a stand-up dude.
She's like, "Chin up, that's good!" , and winks.
...How can you be so cool?
And so smooth?
How can u be so smooth? and so cool???????

Now,
I'm a punk-ass kid...but-
I don't know what I did.
To make all these bridges burn,
And my, they throw some shade!
Somehow you stay well lit ;)
There's so much that I have to learn.
& "Everything is groovy man; You can take a hit!"
...But I'm just one self-conscious, sweaty upper lip.
and I've been...

Sailing in the ocean and rocking off the boat.
Living in a castle and blowing up the moat.
I'm at a stupid dinner party butchering the jokes.
Wish they'd forget I exist so I could disappear in smoke.
THAT JOKE ISN'T FUNNY ANYMORE

It's not funny anymore.

Medusa said the Odalisque's a cold, stone, bitch.
...but I guess that's how the cookie crumbles?
Avert your eyes and start to mumble,
pop a humble bubble and admit it just to me:
That you turn on your TV so you can fall asleep.
And I look at my feet just so you don't look at me and we're forgetting how to speak. We keep forgetting how to speak.

And I'm a punk-ass kid,
but I don't know what I did to make all these bridges burn.
And my, they throw some shade. Somehow,
you stay well lit.
There's so much that I have to learn.
And everything is groovy, man.
You can take a hit.
But I'm still one self-conscious, sweaty upper lip.
And you're so cool.

And so smooth.
How can you be so smooth?
...And so cool?

It's not funny anymore!

It's not funny anymore.
Track Name: Cicadas
There's so much that I can see,
from the view of the tallest tree.
So much that I could tell-
if you get up and follow me.
There's only so long you can hide in the woods.
Hide in the woods.
There's only so long you can hide in the woods.
And we climb.

There's:
-A lot of no-good deeds on your roof.
-A lot of f*cked-up fiends on your roof.
-A lot of malaks just telling the truth,
to the open ears of the moon.

There's only so long you can hide in the woods.
Hide in the woods.
There's only so long you can hide in the woods.
And we climb.

"Cicadas!", cicadas.
The sounds that the night makes
up
in smoke alone.
It's great to be home.

There's only so long you can hide in the woods.
Hide in the woods.
There's only so long you can hide in the woods.
And we climb.
Track Name: Swiss Ave.
I was hiding in the bathroom when you knocked on the door
Unsightly insecurities laid neatly on the floor
In the mirror there's a black eye
And a slop of sweat soaked bangs
Tonight there is a house show
Where everybody hangs

your friends all think youre cool!!!!
isn't that enough???
ppl think youre right so
you can just shut up
tonight you are an animal
a schemer at the core
i wish i could tear out mine own eyes !
would image just mean more?

for sure.

They can close the door
But they can't lock us out
We'll climb in through the windows
Young heathens from the south
And when you take the cigarettes
Hanging from their mouths
They yell!!


I heard they got some noise complaints
There won't be shows no more
But DIY could never die
It drips from every pore
I heard they got some noise complaints
There won't be shows no more
But DIY could never die
it's in this city's core

QUIT PULLING MY HAIR AND STEPPING ON MY TOES I SPENT MY LAST FIVE DOLLARS TO GET THRU THE DOOR

And you're all by yourself
And everyone came here with somebody else
And everyone looks like someone you knew
the tiny-banged girls look pretty damn cute
And you taste your sweat
And probably mine
'I wonder if they have some music online?'
The drummer he yells:
"THERE's t-shirts for SALE"
I wonder if this night will become a tale
Of bullshit and music and flights of good will
And where are your friends?
They're probably still
Outside
throwing their butts in the ash bowl
HEY MAN DON'T BE AN ASSHOLE !
Let me dance!please mind my elbows~
My sweat dripped into my eyes
Can't see when they turn on the lights
its time to leave, can i get a ride??


Can I roll the windows down?
Can we go to Whataburger?
C'mon I'll buy you a burger
Oh you don't eat meat
I think you can ask them to make a patty melt out of hashbrowns
Can I roll the windows down?
MY CAR is parked at the DART station
And I won't have a way to get it tomorrow
Can I roll the windows down?
Did I leave my phone there?
Oh never mind I found it
Hey man thanks for the ride
What was the name of that song again?
Track Name: Thanks
Strolling in an alleyway the Sun is setting on the day we have no plans for later or even right now you can't hear what I'm saying but you're watching my mouth look at that you had a warm summer hey do you feel good I just feel ok it doesn't matter tipping after hours is good fun and I've had better days but this is still a good one it doesn't matter smoking in an alleyway we look to them and say thanks for coming all this way

You said that you like the way I always know just what to say I wish you knew how far from the truth that that was cuz I don't have the words to fill this pause

But it doesn't matter tripping after hours is good fun and I've had better days hey this is still a good one it doesn't matter smoking in an alleyway you look to them and say thanks for coming all this way thanks for coming all this way


Note: I did this in speech-to-text. What fun, technology,
Track Name: The Best Friends I Ever Had
I WANT AN MD2020 AND A LONESTAR
I WANT TO SING STUPID SONGS IN THE BACK SEAT OF YOUR CAR
I WANT MY BEST FRIENDS WITH ME
THERE'S NO PLACE I'D RATHER BE
I WANT AN MD2020 AND A LONESTAR

I WANT A BRAND NEW PACK OF MENTHOL CIGARETTES
I WANT TO HEAD DOWN TO 7-11, SAY FUCK ALL TO REGRETS
WE'RE GUNNA, CLIMB THE ROOF OF THE SHERATON
IT MIGHT NOT BE OPEN AGAIN
I WANT A BRAND NEW PACK OF MENTHOL CIGARETTES

I WANNA DANCE AT THE COOOMPOUND EVERY WEEK
I WANNA SING 'BM WAS HERE' UNTIL I CAN HARDLY SPEAK
VENETIAN WAY IS WHERE MY HEART WILL ALWAYS STAY
I WANNA DANCE AT THE COOOMPOUND EVERY WEEK

I WANT AN MD2020 AND A LONESTAR
I WANT TO SING STUPID SONGS IN THE BACK SEAT OF YOUR CAR
I WANT MY BEST FRIENDS WITH ME
THERE'S NO PLACE I'D RATHER BE
I WANT AN MD2020 AND A LONESTAR
Track Name: Fair Richard Approaches Al-Mu'tasim
I don't remember the last time I did something simply for the joy of it. Even the lemonade has something... sickeningly saccharine. I used to think I was just sad, but then I felt this acrid lump- a putrid funk from inside this gut and gutter. And sometimes I still wonder why I stutter. But I can't help it. It's just how I am.
I'm not willing to prioritize a list of dreams. So, meanwhile they quantify my reasoning and reduce a subset of my being into something... that's a number, And sometimes I still wonder why I still stutter.
I'm trying to be less concerned about my naivete. I had to Google what it means to say that I am an enigma. There's a stigma that I work against. So, when they say, "Come back from whence you came!", I say: I am not from here, but maybe I am just the same?
But my friends help me figure it out.
My friends help me figure it out.

If I were to kill a man, would I run? Devote my life to find some s(o/u)n to shed some light on all of these nightmares n lightyears of things that I just don't understand yet. I haven't got a plan yet. I haven't examined the sand yet.

I just let it slip through the sieve.

And you don't know what I would give.

My friends help me figure it out.
Track Name: Stay Lit
Oh, what a foolish thing to think
That he could change you, tame you, try to rename you
When he don't even know if he's coming home
To a Ghostface “So Simple” or a glock to the temple

But he saw you standing there under the warm Texas moon
That liquor runs but it dries out too soon
He keeps a blunt on his lips
You keep your hand on your hips

You just can't be impressed by his snapbacks, flipped packs,
And various digital copies of Infinite Jest
But now he's catching feelings for you, all along the ceilings for you
Can't keep his mind off you, you cop a line of dude

Until you call him back just to make it a deuce
“Unlike the other girls” he says, so seduced
He don't know that he's just your weekend lover, baby

And he can't tell the bud from the seed
As he fell, shooting “That's that shit” in his bloodstream

But he saw you standing under warm Texas moon,
That liquor runs but it dries out too soon