The Teaspoons

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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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Track Name: Garden Song
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
Track Name: Amity
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
Track Name: Whiskey Creek
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
Track Name: The Maritimes
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
Track Name: Mr. Alabaster
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
Track Name: It's Always Sunny in Alaska
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
Track Name: Creatures
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
Track Name: Gatorade
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
Track Name: Was It Me
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
Track Name: Salt in My Eyes
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
Track Name: Midnight Shows
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
Track Name: Going to San Francisco
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