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by Van Aren

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released January 15, 2017

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Van Aren is John Larson and Jake Walenga

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Track Name: Red
Shade invites me;
the grass is still wet,
when we peeled bark from trees
and your shoulders beneath them were red.

I was thinking how really these wounds can stay fresh
and we hurt like the blood on the wolf's teeth;
yeah, we'll be stained red.

You said lay down, Layla.
Lay down now.
Fog falls on us like a shroud.

When we're swimming our hair is so wet
that it hangs in our face
and like in church cellars all we see is red.

Now when walking through gardens
or in some city park,
I prick myself on stems just so that I can bleed red.

You said lay down, Layla.
Lay down now.
Fog falls on us like...

Now we're feeling so red.
Track Name: No More, No Longer
Fire kills but people do too,
where the sun comes before the moon.
Contradictions when I'm with you,
with no glue to unite the two.

Hearts of snow that beat when it's cold
in bed suites that are made out of gold.
Would trade it all just for someone to hold--
they'll be dead long before they get old.

Fire kills but people do too,
where the sun comes before the moon.
Contradictions when I'm with you,
with no glue to unite the two.

I'm still a lover, not a fire. No more, no longer.
Track Name: Listening to Sufjan Stevens on a Night-Run Along Lake Michigan After a Really Tough Break-up, Oh No!
Way over excited, any in the slightest,
teasing instigation of communication.
Less communication, crisper the elation.
When we're reunited, love is unrequited.

Little stars, they float inside the lake at night
with you, frayed jeans, counting them to morning.

Way over excited, any in the slightest,
teasing instigation of communication.
Less communication, crisper the elation.
When we're reunited, love is unrequited.
Wait at LaSalle station, listen to the nation--all.
It is depressing, mutually repressing.

Little stars, they float inside the lake at night
with you, frayed jeans, counting them to morning light.

Way over excited, any in the slightest,
teasing instigation of communication.
Less communication, crisper the elation.
When we're reunited, love is unrequited.
Wait at LaSalle station, listen to the nation--all.
It is depressing, mutually repressing--
Hardly interesting now.
Track Name: Cracked Headlight
Cracked headlights and yellow tape.
I'm worried we've learned nothing.
Tangled up in sheets.
Drink in the kid's room to escape.

How can we talk around
red lipstick on a letter.
Strangers in the air
lovers on the ground.

All achievements count for nothing.
Love has no time for them.
We, we all want that one thing.
Why should we all pretend?

Cracked headlights and yellow tape.
I'm worried we've learned nothing.
Tangled up in sheets.
Drink in the kid's room to escape.

I should have slept alone for the day.
I should have thrown that letter away.
I forgot what I wanted to say.
We keep it all in frame.
I just want to feel alive. (I just want to feel)
Track Name: Poem for Mrs. Dalloway
I make my way down your street
wondering if you still love me.
As I search in June's night heat,
near your window, waiting to see
you there--smiling and waiting for me,
quietly moving your feet
to meet me in the place lieth underneath the trees.

When I am holding you right here,
darling there's nothing that I fear.
Because you know my love's not for a day,
but I would gladly throw all mine away.
Because there's one rule that's a must--
one day we both will turn into dust,
in this I trust,
but Mrs. Dalloway with you I'd melt away,
every day,
I just need you to hold me so close and say
you don't care if he sees you lying here with me,
and though I am only eighteen, I already know what it means to be free.
I need you to make me believe that you see what I see,
that fate was not too late, and that I'm not just your mistake.

You brush my hair and then kiss me
to tell me some things can not be,
and we can't go on this way.
But my darling I need you to stay,
just one more day,
I'll make a place for us that's far under the sea--
just you and me.
Mrs. Dalloway, I need you every day.
Track Name: Siren on Shore
Quickly, in the air,
over mountains, over mountains, way up there.

Dreams, through the air,
out of people, out of people, who left them up there.

Silver bands, on a thin wrist,
where they sparkle and they sink from those who give the hits.

Throw them overboard, but leave me ashore.
We can't see the light out here anymore.
Track Name: Car Seat Heartrest
Oh what I see, it's a mess.
It's all these kids getting drunk
and cutting cable locks
while their friends are all so stuck-up
in their polo socks
with the horses standing mute.
With their heirloom ties from New-English looms
all these kids are fucking high and they don't know what to do.
We're all doomed.

'Cuz I don't speak directly to you,
sometimes I talk through you to get to me.

Their five-panel hats and their flannel shirts,
they walk into a bar and think that their shit is so real.
(to get to the heart of it all)
Joke about their heirloom ties from New-English looms
all those kids they're fucking high and they don't know what to do.
We're all doomed.
But so are you!

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To get to the heart of it all, just shut the fuck up.