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released October 12, 2014

All songs written and recorded by Chad Murla

Fiddle on track 3 played by Sam Osimitz

Album Art by Tom Herman
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Patient Barney Penrose Richmond, Virginia

"As a lyricist, Patient Barney Penrose shares a vividness with Matt Berninger of The National, expressing himself with melancholic, literate concision. These are lyrics that read well without a melody. An extension of an obvious literary talent, they embellish his dulcet arrangements."

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Track Name: Lost In Brooklyn
Sympathy is a suitcase lover
Always out of breath and always running out
You almost lost yourself to find her
In cocaine dreams and the indie underground

You want nothing, you want nothing
From this nothingness you see
When your love is lost in Brooklyn
There's nowhere else to be

Understanding brought a one night stand
A perfect lady with a tight lipped mouth
You're stealing every stupid kiss you can
On every small town, wine-stained couch

You want nothing you want nothing
From this nothingness you see
When your love is lost in Brooklyn
There's nowhere else to be

You want nothing you want nothing
From this nothingness you see
And the Chinabus is coming
With the fastest cheapest dream.
Track Name: Kirilov
Your mouth has been running on.
It finally grew too big for your head.
The fire went out, but you're still here,
And I know that the coals are still glowing red,
'Cause you're boiling over with steamrolled promises

You don't have to lie like this.
You think too small for one who dreamed so big.
Ah, Kirilov.
Ah, Kirilov.

I can't tell if you're putting my mind at ease
Or if you're just trying to put your mind away.
I Wish you'd tell me what you tell yourself to get by.
I Wish you'd tell me what you're whispering
To all those bratty friends backstage
Or why you still get so starstruck at your age.

You don't have to lie like this.
You think too small for one who dreamed so big.
Ah, Kirilov.
Ah, Kirilov.

When the lightning fails
When the temples fall
When the lightning fails
When the temples fall
You will find your wailing wall
And you'll be called home
By a broken siren's song.
Track Name: Wishbone
Most days my love
My love means nothing.
It's a backseat receipt
From a boarded-up gas station.

Most days my love
Is a tattoo of a blue bird
That nobody sees
'Cause it's covered in ass hair and vaseline.

Well I've got your name, I've got your name.
I've got your name etched in my shiny spare rib.
I swear I won't break, I swear I won't break.
I swear I won't break it like some kind of wishbone.

You left me your top hat
But not enough magic
For the kind of trick
That might bring you back.

Most days my love
My love means nothing at all
It's a spare glass slipper
Drowning in fruit punch, down in the wrong dancing hall.

Most days my love
Is a teenage girl's diary
Buried in a sock drawer
Under blueberry condoms and bags of cheap weed.

Well I've got your name, I've got your name.
I've got your name etched in my shiny spare rib.
I swear I won't break, I swear I won't break.
I swear I won't break it like some kind of wishbone.

You left me your top hat
But not enough magic
For the kind of trick
That might bring you back.

You left me your top hat
But not enough magic
For the kind of trick
That might bring you back.
Track Name: Grace
Remember when we climbed the rusty ladders
And scaled the cracked concrete supports
Reading off graffiti to each other, looking for the perfect words
Looking for the perfect words to feed that hungry Moleskine of yours?

We stood beneath the railroad tracks for an hour
On the bridge above the James.
I felt insignificant and fragile; You let your hair down.
You let your hair down, awestruck and unafraid

As the train passed just overhead
As the train passed just overhead
Oh Grace, oh Grace, Oh Grace
You always had a charming touch of recklessness.

You told me this was your favorite place to sit and think,
And you told me it was your favorite place to sit and do the opposite.
You showed me the rope swing you built with your friends,
The summer of heartbreak and hair dye, heartbreak and hair dye
The summer when you and so-and-so split.

You shed your gauzy T-shirt and that womanly mystique
To adjust a crease in your swimsuit top.
You wrapped the rope around your freckled ankle,
Puffed your cheeks up like a chimp,
Puffed your cheeks up like a chimp, took a running start and jumped off.

As the train passed just overhead
As the train passed just overhead
Oh Grace, oh Grace, Oh Grace
You always had a charming touch of recklessness.

Oh Grace, oh Grace, Oh Grace
I'm trying to forgive the world, I'm finally learning to give thanks.
Oh Grace, oh Grace, Oh Grace
Can you hear me if you press the clouds against your face?
Track Name: Orchid's Song
Evelyn, Oh Evelyn, thank you for your gifts.
Every night has been Christmas, since the first night we kissed.
I'll leave the tree standing. I'll leave on the lights
'Til the cabin we built burns down next July.

Oh Evelyn, Evelyn I'm dying for rain.
My heart, your heart, and the sky are the same.
Oh Evelyn, Evelyn I'm dying for rain.
My heart, your heart, and the sky are the same.

I'm heartbroken now and it feels just right
To be heartbroken without an ounce of cheap spite.
I'm crying in bathrooms. I'm biting my arms.
My skin is still burning from your sacred, red charm.

Oh Evelyn, Evelyn I'm dying for rain.
My heart, your heart, and the sky are the same.
Oh Evelyn, Evelyn I'm dying for rain.
My heart, your heart, and the sky are the same.

Puzzles with no edges, promises tied in knots.
We boiled all the ledgers in a broth of terrified thoughts.
Now we're free from our fears. We're free from our needs.
All that's left is the love you christened. Listen, it's burning in me.

Oh Evelyn, Evelyn I'm dying for rain.
My heart, your heart, and the sky are the same.
Oh Evelyn, Evelyn I'm dying for rain.
My heart, your heart, and the sky are the same.