Gloom Cruise

by Walter Etc.

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1.
Gloom Cruise 03:14
(gloom cruise, you caught me driving alone, somewhere on the oregon coast, practically full coma tosed...) I haven't been excited in a while no how could I feel young passing through storms like this? Lived the dream, woke up tired and lately I have been working on the perfect lulluby to sing you when you die but i can't finish the cursed final verse so take your time now Cause I'm in love with everything and everyone so much that it hurts and I volunteer as the one to pave the path of least resistance and carry the burden of all the sadness, grief, stress, and malevolence I will harbor them all because I want you to believe there' magic left in the world Ya for you I will take the gloom cruise all alone... But no, despite it all, we'll make it outside as the walls cave in emerge in the early morning to laugh in the face of the yawning abyss and O forgotten saint, what I'd give to see that spark back in you so I will carry your pain and watch from afar queit and stoic I'll be there
2.
Stumptown summer heartthrob, what's the combo to your bike lock? I'll get your iced coffee, you buy me more time to pay my rent If we can make it in this city you walking dogs, me babysitting, then we could break the cycle of all mundane lives and turn our egos in But I've got a long bad habit of folding although I have what it takes to stick to something I love I wish that I could settle for that Ah, dumb mid-winter scorcher are these the good times or is it torture? Always trading our silly projects for lack of sleep and neglecting our best friends It hit me in colonel summers park its as simple as my tomato garden and frankly its so easy its offensive to all philosophy and so I keep it to myself instead... But I've got a long track record of folding although I have what it takes to stick to something I love I get discouraged then incredibly glum I chalk it up to living in the wrong times I know there is an easier way to live comfortably numb I wish that I could settle for that
3.
Dumb Angel 02:04
Good heavens this happens to me sometimes the meaning will pass away soon so ask me your weirdest questions I'll reply however you want me to I guess under compromising circumstances I'd fall out of love and show you my trail of secret planted confessionals scribbled in bathroom stalls in silver sharpie and one's about you Good heavens now which god is choking me see, my time is short, of course, and I can't recall a thing My mind is gone but my body's holding on let me slide into zentropy if this all is ok with you I think I'm ready to come down now Loop me back to the beginning Whatever we took I had a heavier dose than you And there's some kind of spirit in me.
4.
April 41st 02:27
I was born on April 41st, hydroplaning down the coast in the back of a hearse. The birds didn’t sing, they were feeling insecure so they never got to know me, jealous of my crow's feet. I grew up a karma spoiled kid the universe rewarding for what I never did then again suffice to say, always haunted in a way taking bean and cheese burrito advice but so far so good. You and I, we're ahead of our time We’ve got no need to explain Hogtied to infinity’s landmine with low charge and love stains We’re bound for etcetera tacked to the back ends of our names I guess I’m excited… Will I have a nice day? Well, I’ll never know my odd birthday makes for an awkward horoscope that controls me, lulls me, bugs then ignores me all night and straight through the morning til l’m a stale scone. I’m a stale scone.
5.
So you can hear me Through the vents in the ceiling Playing god of my creations crafting all, all connotations I've got a feeling we're hurt more than we're healing but I might possess that ancient patience that transcends all, all connotations You're curled up naked crying all night, sadness so beautiful right now Said you're a burning ship sinking at dusk I said, "that's what we had planned for us, right?" Somewhere in the heart of the complication there's a boy smuggling muses through his basement writing honest salutations meant in all, all connotations And through my head you flow like poems across my irrational after-thoughts, undressed I appreciate your symmetry, I have never felt Fulfillment like this. I've written note after note considering all the less than perfect similes to capture mosaic Always I can't verbalize your gift to me but I'm gunna give it back one day.
6.
Born of gentle birth In the suburbs nothing hurts You were surely destined to find your place among the greats but all your easy days made you chronically plagued by indecision Your bright potential dimmed into a glow, you drift through life just finding ways to cope The one thing you’re sure of, you are cured of when your home O you spoiled dove, what happened to the dreams you’d spoken of? What happened to your Peace Corps plans or that goofy start-up? The dozen patents in your tattered notebook? Birthdays pass and still you're lacking all the things you thought would just show up But while you still have your health Flew off to find yourself in southeast Asia A calm quarter-life crisis phase A philosophic mess of all you’ve known… You couldn’t wait to be back on your couch alone… Hey, Petunia you’re home.
7.
Lighthouse 02:21
Maybe if you call tomorrow I'll pick up and finally be the long-winded friend you grew up with and shake off the gloom that's got into me. I shouldn't have brought it up because we were well off chasing our youth in circles don't tell us if the lows were worth the long days or if the closure is worth the long wait Maybe you recall the lighthouse well, somehow it sunk into me a sentiment reserved for old age absolutely gorgeous I'd say I promise that I'm well, I'm well taken care of I'm out here alone to tell us if the lows were worth the long days or if the closure is worth the long wait
8.
Tiger Lily 02:15
Died of old age, at home and at ease Played Louis Armstrong on some ukulele Where the hell are you from? You say the strangest things. Have you been told you look like Tiger Lily? Your warm summer blood My seashell ashtray You're bleeding metaphors While I'm stoned and depressed Look between your words, you're feeling out a feeling If we ever get alone, make love to me My closest friends, still they don't know me at all I know I'm ill and I need more help than I let on I need your verbal lobotomy, your hypnotic fibs sweet matron of my suffering my moonlight sedative I'm too much to handle, at least that I know so when my throes start up again I will know to leave you alone Until my daylight shines again
9.
Winter Shy 02:18
I can hear it in my head but I can't play it it comes out as someone else's song home alone and comfortable waiting on my karma to untangle I can feel it on my tongue but I can't say it could never memorize a poem ya, I know, go tell it to the ocean and live out your dharma on the coast It's not as easy as you think a new disguise for every wink turn demons into diamonds in your spare time impossibly riding your own wake grandiose visions fade and nothing can hurt me as long as I am winter shy and alone Nevermind, lesson learned Oops I think we found it I will notify the Lost and Lonely, tell them it's come True so, spare your thanks and cut n paste collages of Forever and no, I'm not trying to find myself, I'm just looking for my muse my muse... Though I understand the joke I can't explain it but I'm fine to laugh at it alone as long as I am winter shy I'll know...
10.
Before Alberta was a gentrified mess, before this whole Armageddon came on We rode our bikes through the rain to see the Taxpayers play at some punk house that's long gone. We swore we'd always make a joke of our lives follow our folly and enjoy the ride Here I sit, thinning out in the thick of it admittedly tired My dreams distort into dystopian myths of writing uncrowded waves and pop songs for nihilists a tiny house for just the two of us we'll carry on or reach Fulfillment and call it quits because we're on our own, landlocked in romance and likely embarking on a slow decline I'm sure If it all just falls apart or it all fits into place either way, I'm not concerned It's a perfect spiral and I see the light at the end of it's baby blue. I've got this sinking feeling one of us dies before we say what we needed to say So I keep our secrets and our Truths slowly folding into little wrinkles of old age So when the world falls quiet and you go in search of any signs of life ya, look for my baby blue hammock swinging over the dead of winter at Short Sands because we're on our own land locked in romance politely out to make a hell of a time I'm sure... If it all just falls apart or it all fits into place if it all just turns to shit commence my psychologic defense keep reminding myself if it all just falls apart or it all fits into place either way I'm not concerned I'm just along for the ride and I'm trying my best not to fail you.

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Produced by Jeff Rosenstock
Recorded with Jack Shirley at the Atomic Garden
Demo'd in a cottage on the oregon coast
Written in the Fishbowl basement in Portland, OR

Lauren Records
Lame-O Records
Making New Enemies

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released August 24, 2017

Walter
Kris Schobert
Russell Park
and some keys by Jeff :)

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