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Taliesin West

by The Monikers

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1.
I’m just a boy with a red guitar, you’re just a girl who hangs at the yacht club looking the part with my glasses on wearing a polo matching the sea scrub leather is out and prep school is in you stay for the weekend at Martha’s Vineyard my reputation’s all word of mouth I slept with your daughter down at the cape-house surfa rosa, surfa rosa surfa rosa, surfa rosa drive to the beach in a flashy car pick up a trim and tan little mama having a drink at The Lobster Claw dancing away to some kind of samba Skipper is putting a party on start celebrating out on the sail boat he’s got a pool and a pretty lawn anchor the ship and take me to land, ho surfa rosa, surfa rosa surfa rosa, surfa rosa I can see your waters turning pink, I see your waters turning pink
2.
Opportunity 03:42
you travel to America for feelings of prosperity the airplane was commanded by a pilot with ambitions like me show me, show me Opportunity work harder and success follows through hardship and integrity when dreaming of accomplishment you’re climbing a hierarchy show me, show me Opportunity take me higher take me higher take me higher you’re moving up persistently you deserve to proliferate through effort and economy good fortune will accumulate show me, show me Opportunity higher, higher & higher & higher, higher & higher & higher & higher
3.
Somebody New 03:29
no, you’re not my type and I’m not the type to try and make pretend a dozen messages what kind of message are you trying to send? working hard at something that I just don’t have my heart in my turn to dick around I’ve been dicked around by girls like you before new girls are all I ask and please don’t ask me what I need them for to fill the gap within me I’ll fill the gaps of female company I just need somebody new I just need somebody new to talk to I can’t sleep and now I’m sleeping round to rid me of your smell I’ll crawl in other holes to keep from crawling back into my shell no matter how I’m hustling I just can’t get enough in I just need somebody new I just need somebody new to talk to
4.
when summer evening swelters & your sweaty sheets are hot, a cooling pool shall spring from you in fountains long forgot these photographs I've fastened with ropes and bows and knots I keep beyond the deepest ponds in fountains long forgot I wait to be awakened to stir the dirt I rot by she who blows a flute of bones at fountains long forgot I dragged you through my doorstep and I dumped you in my cot and while you snore I’ll guard the door to fountains long forgot I pray that fate permits you to find what I could not— I searched the hay for a needle which lay in fountains long forgot and when you shine your searchlight inside my secret spot, you’ll see me soundly sleeping down these fountains long forgot the love I know shall gently flow from fountains long forgot [the Train]
5.
Poison 03:21
Juliet, feel your belly ache and twist why’d you swallow, pride is poisonous it’s poison, it's poison, it's poison, it's poison Juliet, did you think you’d live through this? your throat sizzles with that spit of his, burns like pan-steak, such a wicked kiss— it’s poison, it's poison, it's poison, it's poison Juliet, did you think you'd live through this? [the Garden] insides boil where the mustard sits, tongue of blisters, guts begin to hiss it’s poison, it's poison, it's poison, it's poison [the Final Garden in its full splendor of colors shimmered, glimmering across their surface & trembling all around & whimpered its way into nothing]

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Our debut EP.

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released September 23, 2011

Produced and recorded by Jon Young and The Monikers. Songs written by Francis Anderson.

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