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Green House, Green Couch

by Wreath of Hogs

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    12" vinyl with a lyric sheet. Comes with A Triumphal Age CD & digital download - CD sleeve artwork handmade by Andrew! Each one will be completely unique.

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1.
I didn't like the band but I watched the set, then the guitars got bright, the drummer broke a sweat. And my first impression changed, no I still don't get why good art throws me off at the start. I ate that orange because you did, I think you know...because you hugged me goodnight and you, you, you, you never did that yet. Encouragement, I was acting out when I had none from the one I loved and needed it from more than my wine. Encouragement, are you showing him something while I'm asleep on the wing? Out of the way, everybody. I can't see. I'm not trying to be all whatever about my life so I take the time to appreciate and try. But not to be all, whatever, when we say goodbye. Who knows it might be for the last time? We're two dreams talking over each other. I can hear the woman in me. She's stomping around the roots and barking up the tree, watching a thousand people pass and now they claim that they know me. But I need you alone.
2.
Coma 05:13
Walking home after our show, the neighborhood is so quiet. Why can’t it always be quiet? Remembering a field trip in the fifth grade, someone handed me a discman, I think that’s when it began. The walk to New York City on a single cup of coffee to Fugazi’s discography. Three giraffes followed me. Then they turned to statue, hey man, call that what you need to. I’ll be staring at the ferns waiting on my words to return, feeling uneasy at the reception, breathing with the architecture, wishing this guy was a public speaker. Okay, June, you win. You can have my thought just put it back as statue in a public park. I’m not leaving this coma. All this gold in a short life. I burnt the toast black thinking I’d bring ya some flowers in broken shade, creep through the gate, someone handed me a discman and I was alone with music. So what if I skip the wedding? I’m his friend but I’m a distant memory. I’m a postcard of myself, smiling and waving from the shelf. I’m a biker gang in Georgia, back patches say Warlocks Florida, knives the size of guitar necks hanging off of all our hips.
3.
On your way in you pass the castle, find a source of water. See a couple of paintings before the meter expires. Note the combinations that have shaped the faces, everyone has this hometown look. Then Nick reminds ya, hey this is it. He means the air, bricks and sense I guess but I think he's a dimwit. Then it's back in the van, pass the castle again. Coffee in my cup, anytime I want. This driver sucks. Coffee in my cup, anytime I want is gonna make this fun.
4.
My love rides the line between sweet & strange. It can tie you up it can give you space. I keep asking, how long? It says we’re on the way. I guess most of life is just day to day. How sad that everything has to change, yet what a relief too if you came for me. When I look ahead I see where I’ve been. Time’s a well-written joke, whose holding pen? People come over but don’t mention bird then I know you and I are alone on this earth. I’m not the best singer but my words are true. You don’t get it, I’m not singing for you. Allow me my moods or get out of the way. My love can walk all night or stay in the same place. If you make it to my heart you’re here to stay. I still think about Rachael every day and how she wore a tutu over her jeans, rollerblading to Bush on her porch. I can still see. We drove through the Everglades. We were on our way to give our kid to the band. Oh I’m gonna tie you up, I’m gonna give you space. I’m gonna open your eyes if you can handle the stare, don’t tell me I don’t know you we’re already there.
5.
I shut my eyes to think of you, riding on an airplane. It’s all so new but I feel close to you no matter now how far. I can see that you’re scared, it takes so much heart to let go. I leave small pieces of me behind in the blue world behind as I go. I don’t expect everything to grow, it’s better when there is no plan. These stepped-on blueprints are so quickly forgotten. We don’t have to build that clock tower or anything, just small, familiar places that make up our lives while we make our minds. I shut my eyes to think of you, surprised, I see a lion and a bear, that tension you’ve always felt deep inside yourself just didn’t know how to let out but it’s safe now. These songs don’t write themselves, get them out of your small, familiar places. You’re standing in the shower, soon I’ll hear the blowdryer. Don’t second-guess me now. You’re probably thinking there’s something in me that could just turn and leave. There’s not. You’re safe in these small, familiar places.
6.
Vinegar 04:59
I scratch my head for weeks until it changes my part, I still don’t know who I was cleaning for. Another, a not her. See what I did there? Crack the window. Air the place out. Maybe she will too want to kiss me, I can feel the room watching. It’s like I’ve never been kissed before. I don’t want a dream but it should feel like one in a dressing room, show me what’s behind the wall. Someone was here I think I felt it, spent all day cleaning the house it was a great discovery it smelled like warm, wet vinegar. You’re never gonna miss the bus once you start following your heart more than the evidence. Together, to get her. See what I did there? Crack the window. Air the place out. Maybe she will too. Sitting on my clean star with my rag and vinegar about to make the trip across the cold dark to that light I saw. What you want is what I need until one side is too heavy, I know myself well by now been workin’ on a mystery
7.
Don’t leave it for later. That’s this year’s mantra. If I’m feeling broke or well-to-do, on a short walk or a long commute, I can’t keep up with coughing strangers, the station and the bus. Remember how it felt to walk all day in the sun? I held the door for my own transformations, too worried to turn and see she was smiling. It’s like growing a new organ slowly over time fed by what it cures in a life before the knee gets sore from the searching. It helped to put things side by side to understand what’s right—how did ya feel this afternoon? How do you feel tonight, baby? Remind me the strong feel love in every dumb punch. (rabbit story) Don’t leave it for later // She was smiling.
8.
Day dreaming at a hidden river, no tinnitus. Writing my acceptance speech. Don’t overthink, style beats the meaning. Last night I watched The Virgin Suicides. In 99’ I liked Cecilia, now I like Therese. There’s a couple guys on restored vintage motorbikes, groomed flannel cartoons chit-chatting at the red light. Televangelists are generous but I don’t wanna eat with them. Think I’ll fly down to St. Augustine and stay in the green house on the green couch, rolling cigarettes and drinking with Zach. Drive to the water, the cold water knocks us out. Sit at the bar where he works, tune my guitar and forget the chords, remember my horns are just broken halos. Then I’ll sit at my desk every morning chasing verses. My chart says I have a fear of progress. Is that why I cried when I read the household oven was invented? Every pocket’s full, nothing’s in the right pocket. Dressing up like my heroes, salt water. Last night I watched PJ20 and I was so inspired I named my guitar Eddie.
9.
Marcus 07:51
(Marcus story)

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The band's first album

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released September 12, 2020

Andrew Rolfsen - all songs written by, vocals, guitars, bass
Clinton Weber - drums, percussion, harmonies, piano
additional vocals on Marcus by Mariel Beaumont

Engineered - Abby Black
Mixed - Brian Deck
Mastered - Sarah Register

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Independent Rock from Chicago, IL.

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