At Third Floor Recording
by Painters
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Mathletics
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Swimming
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Getting There
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W87
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about
At Third Floor Recording is a demo album by Painters, a band from Bellingham, Washington. They were recorded, mixed and mastered between April and August of 2014 with Clark Lavigueure at Third Floor Recording in Bellingham.
These recordings represent not only the culmination of several months of hard work as a band in the studio but also function as a snapshot of where we are in time as people and are representative of the last year of our lives, some of the best and most vital months as people we have lived. Painters as a project is everything we have ever wanted it to be, and we're excited for more.
© 2014
These recordings represent not only the culmination of several months of hard work as a band in the studio but also function as a snapshot of where we are in time as people and are representative of the last year of our lives, some of the best and most vital months as people we have lived. Painters as a project is everything we have ever wanted it to be, and we're excited for more.
© 2014
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released 16 September 2014
Duncan Ogg - Vocals, guitar on "Swimming"
Nathan Malick - Guitar
Devin Vigor - Guitar
Morgan Call - Bass
Austen Kahn - Drums
Produced at Third Floor Recording in Bellingham, WA with Clark Lavigueure. Please feel free to download and pirate this as many times as you please, especially if doing so can get it on college radio :)
Duncan Ogg - Vocals, guitar on "Swimming"
Nathan Malick - Guitar
Devin Vigor - Guitar
Morgan Call - Bass
Austen Kahn - Drums
Produced at Third Floor Recording in Bellingham, WA with Clark Lavigueure. Please feel free to download and pirate this as many times as you please, especially if doing so can get it on college radio :)
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- Track Name: Swimming
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You can't paint these walls forever
There has to be an end
Nothing stays the same, not ever
Bodies adrift, and we are sand
Keep breathing, don't stop
You could come back still
But what's there to come back to?
Swimming, swimming
You're driving down a road you've been on
The animals beneath your tires
Your head spins and the spores are head on
The walls melt for miles and miles - Track Name: Getting There
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True hesitation lasts so long
So how can things be right if they went wrong?
And now I'll take the bus down
And see the places we met
And parted
It's such a waste of what we have
And it's such a waste of who we are - Track Name: It is In Our Hearts that We Place the Words We Do Not Say
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My basest fictions fill my head
But can I still save what you loved?
Or is it, is it just the way I'm built after all?
After all?
Now things they're not the way they ought to be
Because I never asked you what you wanted from me
Now I'm just filling space
Hoping you'll let me listen to you this time around
Did I fuck up my best chance?
Do I have to start it over again
With everything I've learned?
Now you wash your scars out clean
And if they dig deep to you
God, God, God, cut me loose
I know that I'm at fault
And my admission ought to nullify the maudlin words I've sung
But I'm just human, after all
After all
Yet in my heart of hearts I know
That I want you to feel beautiful
And if another makes it so
Sweetheart, I just want you to be happy, I suppose
Do you feel the same as me?
Oh, no - Track Name: W87
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Laying your skin down 16 years deep, it was the blood you washed from your hands that cracked the parapets of desire
These are calico graves marked with headstones of your perfumes as the oceans turn black
We'll close doors together, mine on my mind and the ethics of restraint
I am watching your movements and the way that you look at her
And I will fuck you up if your hands reach to hers, I am in denial of your form, your feeling, your name
I have fantasies of going too far, so indulge me
Furies catch the typhoon coastlines
Heir apparents die in the storm
Teething wolves bite down
And the humming of power lines touch a life's end
Knives will break your every fall
Speaking on conditions too big to fail
Play a mass for the one I hate the most
For the one I hate the most
The oceans are turning black, because each time one of the riverman's paddles strikes each crest of your wave, we get a little bit darker inside
And I'm not sure whether it's me getting darker or it's you pushing me there, but God knows I'm blacker now than you'll ever be
These are topics I would never breach
I swear that my choices are embalming fluids
Alone in a sceptic fist filled with borders
Never there, Christ, never
But I'm too far gone anyways, and when I'm done, when I'm done
This island won't be an island
Any longer
And what if I told you
I wanted you dead
Just for knowing her?
Our bodies break apart
Your body breaks apart - Track Name: A Man's Home is His Fortress
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I can almost feel it brush against my wrist
Like the first time and the 40 feet of noise
I thought that it would be the last time one more time
Or the end of the beginning, at least
A man's home, but the walls came down from the start
And I started to get used to the feeling, but I still fell apart
A man's home is his fortress, I know
But I am not a man, not a man
And break away the conflict
This is how things went: with empty gaping pockets
There has to be a beginning to every single end
Your penchant tore a hole, a hole a decade wide
And though we said nothing of importance
Open up your eyes again
And let me see them one more time before the freight train takes me home
