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The Ides Of March

by The Brothers Spaulding

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1.
Witchin' Hour Blues 03:25
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I feel my heart beatin’ through my fingers The salamander rain overhead The dog is howling, my stomach is growling another salamander day is dead another salamander day is dead As I peek through glass and screen Looking for a far out neighbors light I hear the flood, I feel my blood On this stormy funky never-ending night On this stormy funky never-ending night The wind is plowing rows through the tin roof And cultivating trees limbs with a crash It chills my spine and taints my mind I think I see the devil on the grass I think I see the devil on the grass Long forgotten is the sunshine Forgotten is the innocence of day I’m in the grip of the mothers whip As the night demons scream and play As the night demons scream and play You gotta listen to the midnight call Of the beasts and bugs and owls I tune them out, but still they shout And turn my sanity fowl Turns my sanity fowl If morning ever breaks through the window These witching hour blues will surely fade And I’ll return to the grind and churn That drives me through the day I’m gonna drive on through the day
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Sweet Stacy 04:58
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Last Monday I was staring down my waning burger bun It glowed before me, a perfect lunar face Someone stuck a flag in deep and I began to doubt That the stars were there to signify the states All the sesame seeds were craters Terrain I couldn't bear The oxygen grew thin, And it made me cringe I stood up tall Saluting from my chair Navigating blindly, the mission soon did change Shapes and colors dripping limey green Gravity and clarity escaping constantly I looked down and realized my plate was clean The muttering of strangers Grew intensely loud The sound waves glared and I got scared I ran away And hid behind a cloud Good night, sweet Stacey, Sending love from outer space I hope I land soon so that I can kiss your face I saw your legs, they glowed and danced, reflected in a frame They walked me back to earth Burning feet, dancing flame As I escaped the strangers and the remnants of my lunch I finally felt that I again was safe And the weightlessness of comfort tends to wake up memories And makes me think of times I spent with Stace How our feet did flutter How our heads did spin Strip me bare, I don’t care Tuck me in We’ll sleep it off again Packing bags while weightless is harder than you think, Articles will spin and float away I might have slept an hour descending through the sky I closed the door, walked way passed the desk, but forgot to pay Gotta catch that plane Gotta chase the sun Gotta plant my flag In a burger bun Good night, sweet Stacey, Sending love from outer space I hope I land soon so I can kiss your face I saw your legs, they glowed and danced, reflected in a frame They walked me back to earth Burning feet, dancing flame
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Polygon Pt. 1 02:38
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All eyes on the polygon, sitting in silence It’s size is outrageous, profound And I with my infinite caches of wonder Am making my journey around Here in this polygon, people are moving on Exploring the different sides Each side is another invisible boundary That grows more complex over time Why are the older ones facing away As the dance in the middle unfolds? And slowly, but surely with each passing day More drift to the edge as the dancing grows old… Traversing the polygon, easy for anyone willing and able to move But as the years pass, all the moving gets harder And so you eventually choose Choosing a side to always stand by Facing the monolith proud Slowly forgetting the world is behind you Recalling a movement, but forgetting how…
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Not Interested 05:12
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Chorus: Smell the taste in my mouth and I swish it around But then I spit it out I'm not interested Put my feet on the ground, I'm stepping out in the town But then I turn back around I'm not interested No telling why, no telling when I'm feeling fine But like a storm in the sky, a change in the wind I always change my mind Jennifer had a bed, a bed made for 2 Jenny had her ex's names carved in her shoes She said "it helps to wear their names Deep into the ground." She chants their names with every step and hopes they come back around Chorus I heard a rumor whispered from my funky friends But rumors gray these hairs and split those ends I avoid keeping my ear pressed against the ground The concrete's cold anyways It just deadens all the sound Chorus
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New England 04:15
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At a counter in Connecticut The regulars spell out words The cashiers flirt with strangers The hourlies wait their turn A father orders tuna twice, So he and his boy can eat The couple nearby spelling, Conversations from their seat The man behind me gets a smile From the woman across the shelf, "Haven't seen ya in a while now," He says, “I haven't seen myself, I been movin' so damn fast dear, The time it really goes, Been missing all the faces, Missed my very own shadow." 95 through the northeast hills Will show you other kinds,                   With hearts and grits and patriots Don’t wanna lose my mind I ate a sandwich in New Hampshire, Vermont not far behind, We sat playing checkers, In the only room we could find A man with blue suspenders Hadn't showered in a week And I smelled him in my sandwich As he hovered near our seat Stranded along a riverbank Inside Bangor Maine, No cars on the road that night, Ground turned mud from rain, A toothless man with no sleeves, Points us down the road, We try our luck out in the dark But don’t know where to go 95 through the northeast hills Will show you other kinds,                   With hearts and grits and patriots Don’t wanna lose my mind The winds of change rush by my ears They tell me its time to move Cause lately all my change Has turned to parking meter food So I hop back onto 95 And I find my place in line I don’t need directions When I’m looking for a sign Now my bodies going 70 Head creeps behind at 10 I promised you I’d hurry home But I guess I lied again There’s time to let your mind drift When your trip takes you this far But you wont find no peace Til you step outside your car
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Sing to my Sole 03:46
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You danced around the truth And stepped on all of my toes You hummed to a tune I've never heard But everyone else knows You told me to give, asked me to pour But the cup was already full You turned my head, played my heart But you didn't sing to my soul Chorus Under my shoe Thats the only place for you I'm stepping out and finding someone new Someone else thats graceful, With their words and with their steps Gonna find someone who's adequate Even though they try their best Cause even little red embers are warmer Than your damp, frozen wool You turned my head, played my heart, but you didn't sing to my soul Chorus I gotta hand it to ya, susan You're a might tricky gal You played me as a fool while I played you as a pal I planned to tan in your love light But I ended up covered in moles You warmed my heart, burned my head but you didn't sing to my soul Chorus
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Polygon Pt. 2 02:51
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And so, in this polygon, many are standing on Seldom few see eye to eye They whisper of fears and invisible worries Somewhere dark deep and inside Shouting, complaining, and spreading the fear Fear of the unknown within And yet it is clear to the detached observer To face down the fear they must turn round again And there in the polygon, facing the center, They’ll see it’s outrageous, profound That all the irrational troubles and trials Keep them from moving around
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Been All Around This World 04:24
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Up on Blueridge Mountain, There I'll make my stand Up on Blueridge Mountain, There I'll make my stand Rifle on my shoulder, broomstick in my hand I been all around this world Hang me oh hang me, I'll be dead and gone Hang me oh hang me, I'll be dead and gone It's not the hanging that I mind, It's sitting in the jail so long I've been all around this world Workin' on that railroad, Mud up to my knees Workin' on that railroad, Mud up to my knees Workin' for John Henry, he's might hard to please I've been all around this world Chorus Lulu, oh lulu Come open up that door Lulu, oh lulu Won't you open up that door Before I have to open up With my 44, I been all around this world Chorus Mama and papa, Baby sister make three Mama and papa, Baby sister make three Take me down to the gallows, boy That's the last they'll see of me I been all around this world Chorus

about

Upon preparing for this album, we put a lot of thought into how we were going to translate the big ideas in our heads into a tangible creation. We knew that the two of us were perfectly capable of crafting all of the necessary parts to make this project come together, as we had on our previous album. However, we also felt that our new material had room for more texture and ornamentation than two Spauldings could cover alone.

After a marathon two-day recording session, the beast had it’s bones, muscle, and pulse. We then reached out to our musical family, and brought them in over a series of weeks to stitch over the seams, color in the lines, and clothe our new creations in majestic aural tapestries. Therefore, what you hear is not merely a collaboration between two brothers. Instead, it is a reflection of where we are and who we are surrounded by at this moment, as well as a gesture of appreciation to the fantastic artists that have made their way into our lives and constantly challenge us create, practice harder, and celebrate our craft.

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released March 15, 2016

Guitar, Bass, Vocals--William Spaulding
Drums, Percussion, Vocals-- Caleb Spaulding

Backup Vocals-- Hannah Spaulding
Organ-- Andre "Chez" Lewis
Trombone-- Jovan Johnson
Trumpet-- Jake Kenowitz
Violin- Gabriela Lencka

Recorded and Mixed by Ted Young at Room 17 in Brooklyn, NY
Mastered by Jessica Thompson at Coast Mastering

Album artwork by Craig Anthony Miller

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