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Legs Like Tree Trunks EP

by Legs Like Tree Trunks

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1.
Pushover 03:26
This mad attraction’s merely capillary, my dear. Your sad addiction is the waltz of yesteryear. We’ll go downtown with our broken arms to make things different but we have to start right now. I see right through you when you’re standing in the wings. I know it’s hard to stay so made up; I know it’s hard sometimes to wake up. Do you gain what you wanted to when you play the game by your own rules? And you know just how to hit me, so go on; make it look good. I’m just what your body asked for when you were lying face down on the asphalt.
2.
Annabel 04:22
If I move my finger to another page, will the salt smell different? Will I still see waves? If I go the distance, will I be alright? Will it be worthwhile? Days go by. I know you like to ride the bus when you're high and stare at all the faces. I know you like to roam the city at night, all the lights and all the places. Days go by. Annabel, realize, you're only dangerous when stuck behind your own eyes, tobacco brown and glazed high. Twelve hour days at school will make your brain fry.
3.
Dick Whitman 02:12
Bruised from bookcase corners, your crimson eyes put you to sleep at night. You’re a quick study in a language I couldn’t read if I tried. You stay monumental; I’ll stay the night. I’ll come inside for a little while. There’s something not quite right here. There’s something out of place here.
4.
Winter 03:04
A freshman year love affair with Franzia and headies. Phone calls home followed by afternoon sex and ten-dollar fifths of whiskey. These feelings persist in their fight to exist and fuck with all my shit against my will, but I’ll procrastinate and lie awake till I can reinvigorate the charming lack of space we had between us. Stereolab and Christmas lights will get your clothes off after 12am, two stolen cigarettes, and a forty from St. Louis. These feelings persist in their fight to exist and fuck with all my shit against my will, but I’ll procrastinate and lie awake till I can reinvigorate the charming lack of space we had between us. I’m still falling asleep with far too many sunrises, but Montreal is no longer the ache in my bones. I know it’s hard to go back, but I know your heart’s in acting.
5.
Five 03:49
I’ve been cursing like a sailor all damn day. I’ve been thinking about how we’re misaligned over and over again. We’re lost in the sea, evidently. As I get close to your equator hot and wet, I’m reminded that we all have secrets to keep behind our teeth and our pink tongues. We’re lost in the sea, evidently. We’re simulacra of momentary millisecond memories.
6.
Like sand in the hems of our sweatshirts slash bed sheets, proof those bodies entwined under those green trees is on both of my scraped red knees. These eyes seem to read between the lines. I’ll find it hard to die without some charming wry twist at the finish line. All is well at 1am in South Hampton.

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Matt Holden: Guitar/Vocals
Dave Shepherd: Bass
Dave Cerminara: Guitar/Bells
Tyler Donaldson: Drums

Tracked, mixed, and mastered by Dave Cerminara and Matt Holden.

Cover art by Clio Brown.

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released May 19, 2011

Thanks be to WPTS, Clio, KP, Jake, every band we've ever played with, coffee, Betty Brown, the Pennsylvania Turnpike, every basement in America, and you.

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Legs Like Tree Trunks Philadelphia, Pennsylvania

loud fun happy sad dreamy hungry jangly angly mathy folky guitar rock based in philadelphia (via pittsburgh)

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