Sweater Weather

by Aplombed

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Recorded in my bedroom using a Sony Cassette-Corder TC-127 with an SM7B for vocals and an MD21U for guitar. No EQ, compression or post processing was performed.

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released June 12, 2016

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Aplombed is Jeff Waber. Southern California.

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Track Name: Sweater Weather
Suicidal, from looking at the pictures
and reading all the transcripts, long enough to miss her.

Finding out you never were out.

Take a good look, there's more than you see.
A good place to go. A bad place to be.

Take it apart, and know it was wrong.

I know, you know I know, everything that you would hide.

Falling better. Sweater weather.

Take it back.
Track Name: Not Talkin
Not talkin' a lot, not talking to you, I've got some traumatic things to do.
I'd give it a week, I'd give it a month, yeah I'd give it a month.

I'm pushing the buttons wrong.

Not talkin' a lot, not talking to you, I've got some traumatic things to do.
So I hop on my bike just to stir up the blood 'cause my nerves are a wreck.

And as I pass that house so full of dandelions on the lawn...
That's where I broke it off with you.

Not talkin' a lot, not talking to you, I've got some traumatic things to do.
So I'm pouring 'em tall and and I'm drinkin' 'em fast just to thin out the blood.

I'm pushing the buttons wrong.

And this will end badly.

Not talkin' a lot, not talking to you, I've got some traumatic things to do.
Track Name: Done
I don't care how, please get me out of here.
I'm bloodied and gone, but I've got another fist.

I told you a joke, that I could get used to this.
The punchline was lost when I threw that childish fit.

I said I was done, but I wasn't done.
You said I was dumb, but I wasn't that dumb.

This is my last request for you:

Please make me laugh. Finish my sentences.
'Cause my mind is lost behind your tenderness.
Track Name: Trash
Trash day 6am, an old man clinking bottles, he’s recycling all my sins. I hate him, for reminding me that I don’t control myself anymore.

And it’s not what I wanted that to be. It’s not what I want. It’s not what I want.

And I creeped on the pictures of when you got married - you looked sad to me. Your face looked old and heavy, covered up all those tattoos. I remember you.

And it’s not what I wanted that to be. It’s not what I want. It’s not what I want.

And I resign from keeping track of all this time. Today everything just fell into the sun.

You were never made for Heather.