Following the Plan

by bellwire

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Tyler Burdwood / Mike Holland / Jack Holland / Chris Faulkner

Recored by Elio DeLuca at The Soul Shop. Recording assistant: Pete Schluter
Mastered by Jesse Brayman at Sound Mirror

Cover Art / Liner Note Illustrations: Clark Jackson
Liner Note Design: Chris Chew

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released March 7, 2015

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Track Name: Following the Plan
I find myself thinking about
the kids who were good at practicing.
I wasn't. I slept through my homework,
figured out what I could do in the morning.

I wasn't bad
at planning my time out.
I was bad at following my plan...
bad at following the plan.

I waited while you changed out of soccer cleats.
We saw the flood. We saw the swollen river.
How could there be nothing to say
while we step around shit floating from the sewer?

'Cause I was bad
at asking you out.
I was bad at following my plan...
bad at following at the plan.

I made out with your sister.
I'm pretty sure that we both hoped to be excused.
Out teeth touched: bone on bone.
I claimed to love her. I didn't, but I planned to.

And I was bad
for planning my love out.
I was bad at following my plan...
bad at following the plan.
Track Name: Overdo
Come get comfy.

I’m just fine with you.
I made up my mind
cuz you made me choose.

I’m just fine with you,
because you make up my mind––
it’s just a thing that you do.

I’m just with you
I’m just fine.
I’m just fine.

I’m just fine with you
because you make up my mind
because you make me... you make me––

Rub my belly.
Track Name: Hoo-ooH
I didn’t make it.
Those seats are so hard.
And you said yourself you weren’t the star,
but I thought I’d see you sing your line in Bye Bye Birdie.
But who the hell can sit through Bye Bye Birdie?
Besides, you told me that your dad was gonna tape it.

And you don’t want my point of view.
You don’t know what I go through.
You can’t say where I’ll be today.

Hoo-ooh!
I can’t make it up to you
and if I could I wouldn’t wannoo
because you’re not the one for me.

You didn’t make it.
We found a helmet,
like the kind they make for motorcycles
and we found out Eric’s camera can make videos.
And you weren’t there to see break my tailbone. My bone!
Now I’m spending summer on a blanket.

And you don’t know what I’d do
just to show ya what I’ve been through.
You could say you’ll be here today.

No. Unh-unh. Here’s what you do say:

Hoo-ooh!
I can’t make it up to you
and if I could I wouldn’t wannoo
because you’re not the one for me.
Track Name: Hilton Park, 2 AM
In defence of her cigarettes,
Madeline suggested
all the smoke she blew
paid tribute to the stars.

“Well, is the same for tailpipes?
Or radio towers at wartime?
Or anything we manage to spew
up over our shoulders?”

She had to think about it.

She knocked me off my see-saw
She said, “Everything’s an effort at dialogue
and the stars are burning to hear from us.
They smolder in the great coolness.”

I pissed into the Piscatequa.
The stars weren’t sympathetic ears.
They were pretty though,
some freckles pinned
to cosmic skin.

Once I wanted to kiss her.
She said she’d left her boyfriend
after 2 weeks in the hospital
without one call from Ben.

But I coughed and turned around.
No one needs my tongue in them.
She laughed smoke. She dribbled embers.
I dug my face into her shoulder.

(or as our recording guy Elio likes to sing, INTO HER BIZZZZ-NESS)