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The Teaspoons

by The Teaspoons

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1.
Garden Song 03:09
If thoughts were seeds And kisses were weeds I'd have quite a contentious garden, pardon me So you bury down deep A shallow sense of pride And pollenate with playground hate We bloom lies Feel you here Friends are near Brother has a spade that mother forbade Never dig up a shadow Reel it in, reel it in, reel it in You got a haircut and a suit And a practiced walking gate But you can't hide your father's eyes Son of fate As this is one of many plans That have often turned around We keep our kin tuned up a third Safe and sound Feel you here Friends are near Brother has a spade that mother forbade Never dig up a shadow Reel it in, reel it in, reel it in
2.
Amity 03:47
Say my name when you think of me I get lonely every night And this sweater never smells of where it's been Sounds up here give a lady some fearful traffic in her dreams I keep waiting for the peepers to set in And I feel like a little ghost I'm a good girl I said I'm a good girl I wanna go home every night Harvest time out of habit I hold my heart and pray for rain It keeps raining but it all goes down the drain You know the sky at a funeral? Well it's a funeral all the day I get colder but the seasons never change I'm awake in my bed again I'm a good girl I said I'm a good girl I wanna go home, my mother's on the porch And she's calling my name Amity I'm not trying to make the papers I told myself you were coming home Let dinner get cold on the stove I said I'm trying to make it on my own I took a ride in a motorcar I made a home where the river broke and then I knew That there was nothing left to do Say my name when you think of me I lie listening in my bed Pass the hours count the towers overhead Each morning I feel a little wise and a little more alone I'm a hundred walking hours from my home And I feel like a rodeo I'm a good girl I said I'm a good girl I wanna go home my mothers on the porch Amity I'm not trying to make the papers I told myself you were coming home Let dinner get cold on the stove I said I'm trying to make it on my own
3.
She looks good when it's cold She looks from her head to her toes But who knows underneath those toes Might be bad, who knows who knows Ten thousand miles is far away To get there I would have to run my life away Cause in a day I can run 66 miles In a day and that's a hell of a day Oh my dear at whiskey at whiskey creek When you fall does your knee ever scrape I would trade a life of drinking for your water and a week The way we lay at whiskey creek If I rowed upstream Would the flow of time stop for me And wash the tan from your muddy feet If I rowed upstream Oh my dear at whiskey at whiskey creek When you fall does your knee ever scrape I would trade a life of drinking for your water and a week The way we lay at whiskey creek
4.
I was hanging round by the old gum tree I was trying to find the devil 'fore he found me I piled up the sand in the points of the pentagram Bit my thumb counted one, two, three And I felt the dirt move beneath my feet He came out of the fog and he barked like a dog And he spit a little spit into his hell fired mug I said I'm not afraid of the mess that your mother made I sat down but he said he'd stand and I wrung my hands Oh get me off this line And take me to my home in the Maritimes Where the devil doesn't go cause the ocean spray and snow Will rust his bones He asked what he could do I said I'm trying to write a tune But it's not americana if it's not about you He laughed like a well-fed rat like an alley cat Go on back to the tall pine trees You can't sing blue if you don't know me Oh get me off this line And take me to my home in the Maritimes Where the devil doesn't go cause the ocean spray and snow Will rust his bones I really wasn't born in the cotton and the corn And I never saw an angel with his head unadorned It's all the same to me, oh my how I wish that I Was back home by the cold north sea Singing all those warm melodies Oh get me off this line And take me to my home in the Maritimes Where the weather is too cold for the devil's southern soul I wanna go where the ocean spray and snow Will rust his bones
5.
Oh my darling, my dear What is the name for you now I call it in the night The lack of light you love so well It's Mr. Alabaster You're moving so much faster than the wheel Rolling on the river of steel Away from here And it's not a lesson you learn from home It's not a signal that's set in stone It's not the end of a poem that you can't recall Fare thee well my dear Fare thee well my dear Oh my darling, my dear You've only been around eighteen years Slipping from my grasp The tired gasp of winding wheels It's Mr. I'm Forever I'll never know the tracks you lay behind I taught you how to walk and now you fly Away from here And it's not the bed that's tidy and cold It's not the shirts that I used to fold It's not the tree I planted when you were born Fare thee well my dear Fare thee well my dear And it's not the buttons that fall off of coats It's not the thread that unravels the most It's not the face in the mirror that you cannot draw And it's not the words at the top of the stairs It's not the hand when nobody cares It's not the prayer I read you when you left that day And it's not a lesson you learn from home It's not a signal that's set in stone It's not the end of a poem that you can't recall Fare thee well my dear Fare thee well my dear
6.
I got a bone to pick with you It don't matter what you do Cause I haven't slept a waking wink in forty nights There's always a picture in my head Of the noise beneath my bed And how can I tell that it's not real if it's not light? Quarter to four or half past three I heard a rustling in the trees It was the howling of the weekend whipping by So shit out of luck and feeling low I turned on my radio There was a man a telling me where I should fly You get by? Then go to the land of the everlasting sky It's no lie It's always sunny in Alaska It's always sunny in Alaska Warmer, faster Sunny in Alaska every night and every day Only an hour left to go Till I'm rolling in the snow Singing aurora borealis ah la lee It's already better than before And they say when it rains it pours So hallelujah sunny Sitka nice to meet It's always sunny in Alaska It's always sunny in Alaska Warmer, faster Sunny in Alaska every night and every day
7.
Creatures 02:56
I unlace your whispered words Their meanings shift each time I do Eat my lovers in fear of failing them Revealing him to you Don't follow the shadows of Your ilk that lie just up ahead After the mess we make tonight I promise in the morning My demons will make your bed I think of you do you know Creatures, creatures What can I do Or say, or think, or drink Creatures, creatures Follow you down Don't pray, don't sink, don't blink I watch her as she runs away The sidewalk, a conveyer under bare feet With tired eyes her coat zipper's stuck She turns back toward your window But you're thinking of me All good things must come to end And the bad ones come in threes But the body next to you Is a tenement of me Walk her to the door you'll see Creatures, creatures What can I do Or say, or think, or drink Creatures, creatures Follow you down Don't pray, don't sink, don't blink
8.
Gatorade 03:09
The day I learned how to walk I had a sinful soul The day I learned how to walk was the day I learned to fall Barred white fences Shadows from city trees The toils of a sweaty suburban white dude with sodium deficiency At five I found Jesus, at ten the devil above At twelve an orange capped bottle and at twelve I found love Gatorade, gatorade You must be heaven made Lemon-lime, blue cascade I drown in gatorade I met you on the darkest night, the darkest night in years I met you on the darkest night and I left you in tears At five I found Jesus, at ten the devil above At twelve an orange capped bottle and at twelve I found love Gatorade, gatorade You must be heaven made Lemon-lime, blue cascade I drown in gatorade Powerade you're really lame All your flavors taste the same Sour mellon and grape You suck Powerade Gatorade, gatorade You must be heaven made Lemon-lime, blue cascade I drown in gatorade
9.
Was It Me 03:53
Black and white and calico strings Are twisted in my hand Like all of the things you mentioned Not so long ago Last night I dreamt you kissed my forehead I do wish that I could know what you dreamt of too Was it me Was it just a bite you took and could not swallow Was it me Was it just one of your gestures I failed to follow Honestly, silly me Exchange my presence for a lovely origami rose If the rule is to burn what you no longer need I know who will survive Was it me Was it just a bite you took and could not swallow Was it me Was it just one of your gestures I failed to follow Honestly, silly me Honey drips for years and never breaks out of its geometric prison Well honey I have combed through Many a day, many a thought, many a cigarette Honey drips for years and never breaks out of its geometric prison Honey you've surrounded me A wick without your harmony The answer's at the bottom Was it me Was it just a bite you took and could not swallow Was it me Was it just one of your gestures I failed to follow Honestly, silly me
10.
If I were a bird I don't think I would fly I'd tuck my wings and fall out of the sky Into the ocean down under the brine I would dive, I would dive I'd dive deeper than light I'm not made for flight If I were a fish I don't think I would swim I'd open my mouth and I'd take water in And when all the oceans and puddles were dry I would spread both my fins and I'd take to the sky Salt in my eyes If I were a rabbit with ears of gold/brown I'd stop my running and sit myself down Under the leaves in the hot summer sky I would lie, I would lie, I would lie, I would lie Salt in my eyes
11.
12.
The devil's ambrosia and whiskers and whiskey Fill me and touch me and drench me with you I know it's right when it hurts the most My cutlery bent away each time I tried to consume you The gifted silver on my body melted away I'll cook and I'll clean 'til all surfaces shine Nothing can cut the grime of yearning I'm getting too old for these midnight shows I'm getting too old for these midnight shows I'm getting too old and I'm getting too cold and I'm getting too The devil comes along, walks out of a shop And hands me a book to read about a coffee-eyed girl He said I wish I'd written these words He howled as he pranced away So I followed the words and found my self drawn To the pages that smelled like sawdust I drew thin lines so I could return To the place I am in now I could be that girl, I could be that girl I am that devil's girl in the morning I'm getting too old for these midnight shows I'm getting too old for these midnight shows I'm getting too old and I'm getting too cold and I'm getting too
13.
I am going to San Francisco I've got a camera in my bag That takes tiny, grainy pictures Where we all look young and sad I am going to let my love grow I am going to catch a thrill And if I don't come back by christmas You can assume I never will Because I saw Jerry in a dream And he said to really play I had to go and eat my heart out by the bay I am going to San Francisco It sounds so magical and grand I would love to meet their Giants And to shake their Giant-hands I am going to eat gelato And no I've never been out West But my mother says it's chilly And I should probably bring a vest She says careful all the roads are steep I said I'll get rollerblades I am going to learn to disco I am going where all the kids go I am going to San Francisco I am going to San Francisco It's too windy in Chicago And too shiny in El Dorado And I've never heard of Frisco So I'm going to San Francisco I am going to San Francisco In the morning

about

The Teaspoons are a folk rock and roll sextet founded at Yale University in the early 2010's. THE TEASPOONS—their first and likely last release—was recorded in two lengthy days, Easter weekend, 2014 with the illustrious Dan Cardinal at Dimension Sound Studios in Boston. The album will see a digital release July 18th, 2014, and will be available for name-your-price download from then on—please spread the word and spread the love!

Big, big thank you to all of our contributors --

Naomi Mermin
Kevin C McMahon
Catherine Kramer
Will Moritz
Adi Kamdar
Tiffany Chen
Martha Cosgrove
Cuchulain Kelly
Sophie Haigney
Sally Helm
David and Elaine Scott
Stephanie Rivkin
Devika Mittal
Hannah Untereiner
Michael Tronick
Mark Sonnenblick
Maryanne Davis
Olivia Rosenthal
Christian Fabian
Gary stiffelman
Charles Polinger
Bradford Lord
Alexandra R Beizer
Kaela Fox
Jane O Ratchye
Nicholas Alers
John K. Aurell
Noa Bruhis
Michael Starr
Jane Darby Menton
Natalie Akers
Aaron Lewis
Nancy E Starr
Samuel T Barns
Nicole Hemenway
Michael Zhao
Caroline Hsiao Van
Samson Berhane
Susan R Fox
Lucie F Ledbetter
Victoria Schmidt
Ryan T Cavataro
Edward Schneider
Nat and Carroll Connacher
Katherine Lau
Ashley S Dalton
Wendy E DeWolf
Michael R Schneider
Jonas Rosenbruck
Jacob Paul
Rosemary A Buchanan
Nathaniel Weinstein
David Mandelbaum
Charlotte Parker
Abigail M Eurich
David M Cruz
Elizabeth Godar
Attila Yaman
Jhamat Mahbubani
John Sullivan
Emma Barash
Alexander Kramer
Rich Bazarian/Ana Cairns
Kaitlyn Fruin
Lauren Tronick
Eric Fishman
Peter Jacobson
Devon Geyelin
Raphael Shapiro
Tiffany Creed
martin weiss
John Griswold
Madeline Ludwig-Leone
Ruth E Weld
Florian Koenigsberger

And many more anonymous donors! We are forever grateful.

credits

released July 18, 2014

Tommy Bazarian - vocals, acoustic/electric guitar, piano
Jenner Fox - vocals, acoustic/electric guitar, mandolin
Lauren Tronick - vocals, violin, viola
Hans Bilger - vocals, bass
Ethan Schneider - drums

Engineered, mixed and mastered at Dimension Sound Studios by Dan Cardinal.

Cover design by Madeline Ludwig-Leone

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Tommy Bazarian, Jenner Fox, Lauren Tronick, Ethan Schneider, Hans Bilger, and Jacob Paul thank you for all of your support -- we hope you enjoy listening to our music as much as we love playing it.

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