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Modern Painters

by Modern Painters

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fanwraps The sonic tone of the album is often displayed in a hazy light, understated percussion w/ mellow string instruments, trembling with color, and at moments of cathartic revelation hitting all the right spots. Favorite track: Boil.
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1.
Evolution 02:45
I follow you, Overboard Black angels in the clouds If it comes to Evolution If it comes true Resolution I’ll go to hell If it means I get to See you, talk to you And it’s just as well If it’s screams of paranoia, Dog bite show and tell Right down to the If it comes to Destitution If it comes true Revolution I’ll go to hell If it means I get to See you, talk to you And it’s just as well If it’s screams of paranoia, Dog bite show and tell Right down to the
2.
Boil 02:45
I boil away, Becoming condensation on Your hot, sweaty face Your rearview mirrors in the fog I love drifting away from my friends I love walking out when the movie begins It keeps me cynical, It keeps me beautiful I boil away, I am alive, I am but one Big, tiny mistake I am a particle of God A trip in the dark, I’ve fallen prone to the night A trip in the park, Becoming close to the light
3.
C.F.M. 02:29
4.
On Ice 03:15
Ramona came over last night, She gave me head and a cold, Head and a cold Dreamed that I love a good fight, My hands they flew through the air, Landed square between his eyes Now my head’s on ice, I’ve got awful sight Led me through the sewers, Told ‘em, “Yeah, I’m sure” “This is how we do business,” Well, I’ll have no part of it, “This is how we live life,” Then I’ll serve as the knife, I’ll come fast in the night Now my head’s on ice, I’m an awful sight Led me through the sewers, Told ‘em, “Yeah, I’m sure” Dreamed that we never got told We went like silver and gold Bought and then sold me online It comes with the times And goes through the rotating door Yeah, I’ll hail a taxi for four Bloodsucking, carnival-shoe-wearing Jet Blue Reward Cards Shit-slinging Animal Farm Electric chair dynamo charm Advertisements to wear on your arms Asshats backwards face forwards Listen, be calm Wells Fargo says everything’s fine My mom’s mortgage sure secured a job for me Family affairs is a hobby I’ll piss where I float and before sinking maybe I’ll bob Now my head’s on ice, I’m an awful sight Led them through the sewers, Told ‘em, “Yeah, I’m sure”
5.
You are a beautiful arrangement that’s happened to me A beautiful arrangement that’s happening now, Happened before, now to all of us When you’re thrown into this world It’s not easy to live according to principle You’ll know it firsthand, and I’ll know it second Again and again ‘Little bit of this ‘Little bit of that ‘Little bit o’ Ramona, lying on her back ‘Little bit do we know, what the hell we’re here for But my guess is both of us know that When we meet up at night it ain’t pure Yeah, it’s hard to be a functioning man Yeah, it’s hard to be a functioning man Yeah, I’m a man Not the sex or the gender, But part of a species, A soul trapped inside of a body, William Blake tried to explain it to me, But I didn’t understand fully Love, love, love, love Love, love, love, love ‘Little bit of this ‘Little bit of that ‘Little bit o’ Aidan, talking ‘bout the past ‘Little bit my dad knows, preacher placebo, I’ve been taking classes in the woods And he said he’s gon’ keep his mouth closed Love, love, love, love Love, love, love, love You are a beautiful arrangement that’s happened to me A beautiful arrangement that’s happening now, Happened before, now to all of us
6.
On my way to class, I ask the lady, At the gas station, To help me Find the healthier option It was vegan, It was corn-based, And non-GMO Oh my God Now I’m at the beach, With Julie O’Keefe, And some friendly, strangers What the hell could that mean? I ’dunno, don’t ask me But I liked it, and that’s just how life is So I’ll try and enjoy it Ooh, Not spend all my time, worrying about Stupid bullshit Sweet nectar of maple tree Look at all the hummingbirds outside You and I, let's shoot the breeze Pick the fireflies like roses, outside
7.
Like lizards in the sun Like old men On lawn chairs Like teenaged girls on grass Like lizards in the sun Like old folks With no money Like headaches that won’t pass A man without his gun Like a woman Without child They said it wouldn’t last It’s one-hundred-and-one And it’s winning, Running while I speed into the past And I love it all If life is but a sum Then my love is A halfpenny And you, dear, are a dime A beating of the drum When one is More than many It happens all the time And I love it all Like lizards in the sun
8.
Whaler 03:55
And when I woke, The Martian said I am asshole for some messages She’d thoroughly misread I’ve made a note, Up in my head She’ll be the last postmodern prodigy I ever take to bed I dissociate on contact with emotion Like an ocean, calm before the storm... Agreeable but never warm [Ooh] I always knew, This was about more than, More than my use of words, to Figure out, The way you shut yours ears And close your mouth With eyes wide open As if to speak to me, And in their pale, steely blue relate Misinformation breeds conceit It brings stagnation And accompanies cold feet [Ooh] I dissociate on contact with emotion Like an ocean, miles from the shore... Deep as it gets, yet unexplored
9.
Trapped in your harlequin head, Those crickets singing Their same old song again Every day breaks with a frown Must be the one she dawns When I’m around But darling, dusk’s here now Your future looks pretty dim Not as dim as [You] Now that the past’s been berated, Glad to know we’ve both moved on From pretending things sacred My heart’s been drained in the drought I might as well head for LA ‘Cause it’s getting cold out Not so cold as [You] But I could swear, a moment ago I saw that Persian rug beneath my feet Sweat-soaked-through mattress, I awaken from the wet dream But what’s this? Heavy breathing A mass, a mess of flesh and bones With pheromones excreting Oh could you please tell me Who is this manic-depressive Sapiens splayed out before me? Hey, hold my phone while Autumn leaves Just when I thought My luck had run out Autumn leaves
10.
Reeling 04:33
You’re so sure that you don’t want to see me That’s one thing you’re sure of ‘Cause you need to let me know Whether to forget you As if I could If I could I’ll take your silence for a blow One that sends me reeling I’ve handed out enough of those To know I know the feeling And it feels good It feels good This is our last song This is my last dance You could sing along You could say I missed my chance Clearly I was wrong Clearly you’re a lance Through my ribs into my heart Dying never saved a man As if I could If I could

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A Note from the Author

Modern Painters is an autobiographical coming-of-age myth chronicling the Sartrean situation of a present-day American youth. Prodded ever-forward in a world characterized by competing dogmas, nihilist hedonism, and a deconstructionist “unmasking of” a society once steadfast in its ways, Painters is concerned less with the contemporary state of being-in-the-world than with the process of the creative act within it.

Questions mulled over include (but are not limited to): ‘How might one assume authorship over thoughts and actions that are, at base, biologically predetermined?’, ‘What is the proper balance between one’s individual volition and a respect for the evolutionarily-conceived requisitus culturae?’, ‘Is it still appropriate to respect traditions which prevailing technologies have afforded us the opportunity to transcend?’, ‘Is it even possible?’, and ‘Is an existence without said ritual a viable one?’

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released December 15, 2017

Recorded by Bradford Kreiger & Chaimes Parker at BIG NICE studio Mixed by Chaimes Parker & Mastered by Bradford Kreiger

Gabe Goodman – Vocals/Guitar
Max DiRado - Guitar/Keys
Nike Brannstrom - Vocals
Reuben Gifford - Drums
Jaxine Wolfe - Violin/Vocals
Jack Duff - Bass
James Robotham - Saxophone/Flute

Original Artwork by Benjamin Styer

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