Boo, Forever

by Field Guides

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about

"A beginning, an end: there seems to be neither. The whole thing is like a cloud that just lands and everywhere inside it is full of rain."

—Lorrie Moore, “People Like that Are the Only People Here: Canonical Babbling in Peed Onk”

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released November 11, 2014

All words & music written by Benedict Kupstas

For these recordings, Field Guides were:

Madeline Caldwell: voice
Benedict Kupstas: voice, guitars, synthesizers, shruti box, glockenspiel, field recordings
Phillip Pantuso: acoustic & electric guitars, bass
André Joel Paul: bass, electric guitar
Jamie Reeder: violin
Booker Stardrum: drums, percussion

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Katie Von Schleicher: keys on “Marco/Polo” & “Peggy”
Benjamin Seretan: guitar on “A Song After Grace,” “I Wish All Our Hands,” “Marco/Polo,” & “Peggy”
Alena Spanger: Wurlitzer on “A Song After Grace”; voice on “Lorrie Moore,” “Jon Says,” “I Wish All Our Hands,” & “Marco/Polo”
Tom Tierney: accordion on “A Song After Grace” & “I Wish All Our Hands”

The Field Trip Choir on “Peggy”: Madeline Caldwell, Benedict Kupstas, Phillip Pantuso, Jamie Reeder, Katie Von Schleicher,
Benjamin Seretan, Alena Spanger, & Tom Tierney

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Recorded & engineered by Tom Tierney & Alex Mead-Fox at Spaceman Sound in Brooklyn, NY

Mixed by D. James Goodwin at The Isokon in Woodstock, NY

Mastered by Josh Bonati at Bonati Mastering in Brooklyn, NY

Collages by Elaine Winter; Layout & Design by Benedict Kupstas

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A whole bunch of gratitude to: 

All Past, Present, & Future Feel Guys: Martina de Alba, Max Almario, Matthew Evans, Brian Ferrel, Jeff Gretz, Ilya Kuperman, Levy Lorenzo, Bradley Nelson, Jason Potvin, Michael Prohaska, Jay Rudolph, Tim Simmonds; 

Everyone involved in the creation of this here album, all our families & friends, Jon Aizen, Crystal Arnette, Flavia Barragan, Rose Blanshei, Nicole Bogatitus, Richard Brautigan, Pat Brier, Nate Brown, Thea Brown, Agathe Cavicchioli, Aimee Concepcion, Crouton, Heather Cvar, Matt Earley, Shannon Fields, Linda Gamble, D. James Goodwin, Nick Jenkins, Kevin, Kristin Knoll, Jim & Patty Kupstas, Lanky, Peggy Lee, Young Jean Lee, Rochelle March, Adam McIlwee, Caleb Miller, Vic & Lisa Pantuso, Pecan, Tran Pham, Barrie Potter, Chrissy Reilly, Allison Roach, Natasha Ryan, Eric Schlittler, Fred Thomas, Hong-An Tran; 

The Residents of 315 Seigel, Cake Shop, Cameo Gallery, The Flat, Manhattan Inn, Pete's Candy Store, Pine Box Rock Shop, Secret Project Robot, Silent Barn;

Beasty, The Ben Seretan Group, Blushing, Celestial Shore, City Center, Cloud Becomes Your Hand, Fayaway, Future Wife, Leverage Models, Queen Jesus, Prima, Saturday Looks Good to Me, Soft Powers, These Elk Forever, Tigue, Tiny Hazard, Weird Mirror

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This is Muir Woods #001. © & ℗ Field Guides 2014.
All songs by Benedict Kupstas - Field Guides Music (ASCAP)

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Track Name: A Song After Grace
The orange eats creeps and the long sleep
You show me how you hurt yourself deep
The longest nights and the warm days
You tell me how you like to worry

Oh, you left with what you know
No, you leapt you stubbed your toe
Broken bones, you took back what you didn't own

The black sand dries with the low tide
You ask me if it's worth it to keep trying
The summer ends and we fall far
You tell me that it's time for leaving

Oh, you left with what you know
No, you leapt you stubbed your toe
Broken bones, you took back what you didn't own
Track Name: Lorrie Moore
She is like a sparrow on a fence, she is
neglected but for crumbs
She gathers up the scraps into piles and
pulls them into
concentrated lines
She is likewise
quite diminutive
without flight to compensate
She stays
near the ground on which she walks
She crawls sometimes

He's derivative, without influence
She gathers into confluence
It's so familiar, it's like
Everything you've never heard before

He is the tread on the tire
She's tired of the flattening out
She is the wind against the window
And when she blows he says, "Oh my my"

Like the bird beak-first into the glass
Like the bird in spasms on the grass
Like the bird beak-first into the glass
Stunned and startled, spasms on the grass

Apparently tranparency will leave you lame and lying on the lawn

He is cursing on the curb on the corner in the cold
"This is getting old," she says
She is the binding on the book that never bends
"This has gotta end," he says, "I'm as good as dead"
Track Name: Lisa Loeb Probably Never Pierced Her Ears
We ate paper in the yard
After the fourth or fifth time ya broke my heart
Our knees sank in the soil
You asked me to look into your eyes

You asked me to stay, I said I would stay
You asked me if I would stay, I said yeah
I told you I would stay and I stayed
Even after you went away
I still stayed

And we argued about the stars
You looked into my eyes with your eyes
What silly fools we are
Look at the scars
Look at the ways you've gone away

Every birthmark in the bathtub
Your dead tooth against my tongue
Your aloe on the nightstand

Woo woo woo woo woo
Track Name: Jon Says
We’ve been being too careful than we need to be
Just let go and let your hands out from your pockets

You say:
"My hands are like ants from the refrigerator,
Chilled and cooled to recalcitrance"

And Jon says my eyes "are like melting in water"
Jon says my eyes "are like melting in water"
Jon says my eyes "are like melting in water"
Jon says my eyes...

Yes yes, birds with wings of wax
Feathers dripping drops into the cloudy water

We are palindromes and I
Start from the end like you read from the start
Yes yes, and we are
Palindromes and I start from the end
Track Name: I Wish All Our Hands
Don’t ask me if I can’t see
Blindness isn’t something to be taken so lightly

Maybe I haven’t read all the books
Maybe I don’t have the looks
Like you’ve got

Don’t ask me if I can’t hear
Maybe there’s something wrong with my fears
Or maybe I just don’t wanna hear
All the things that you hold dear

I wish all our hands were petting all our cats
I wish we all were cats
And friendship lay on our furry backs

Don’t ask me if I can’t feel
I've got bruises on my knees from all the times you make me kneel

Don’t ask me if I wanna feel your touch
Baby it’s too much

Don’t ask me if I can’t taste
It’s common sense not to inquire with such haste

Don’t ask me if I want you on my tongue
Honey I might get stung

I wish all our hands were petting all our cats
I wish we all were cats
And friendship lay on our furry backs

Don’t ask me
To stop and smell the roses
Cuz I got me
Stuffy noses

I wish all our hands were petting all our cats
I wish we all were cats
And friendship lay on our furry backs
Track Name: Marco/Polo
Just for an hour
If you wouldn’t mind
For once we’ll work together
You’ll disappear I’ll go blind

You’ll move around the room
I’ll guess where you are
I’m sure I’ll hear you breathing
Before you get too far

And what are we coming to
These games that we play
I’ll feel my way back to you
But you never stay

I’ll say what
you need to hear
So just tell me
What you wanna to hear

And I’ll say what you wanna hear
But it all sounds so hollow
And you choke on your words
You can’t seem to swallow
Every time you breathe in
You taste the lies that you spoke
Every time you breathe out
It sounds like something is broken

I’ll be hiding in the corner
You’ll be going where it’s warmer
I’ll be hiding in the corner
You’ll be going where it’s warmer

I’ll say what
you need to hear
So just tell me
What you wanna to hear
Track Name: Peggy Asked A Question & The Answer Is 'Yes' & 'Let's Keep Dancing'
I saw a sparrow peck a bone
I heard the beak against a stone
I saw a swallow swallowing flies
Above a lake in the Poconos

There was a black bear on a hillside
There was a bee sting and a blushing bride
I saw four swallows all swooping low
Under a bridge above the countryside

I wanted the Four Corners 
I wanted the south of France 
I wanted the family and I wanted the dance
I was Guildenstern to your Rosencrantz
I wanted Los Angeles, I wanted Montana 
I wanted the mountains, I wanted the shore 
I wanted mountains carved into my arms
I never meant you any harm

I saw the rose and the mother hips
I tasted something bitter on your lips
I saw your hair burn bright with flames
You told me you're tired of the games

The car was stuck sunk in the ditch
Swung and struck out on the final pitch
The year was lost, I was the burnt book
All the poems you wrote, the dirty looks

I wanted the Four Corners 
I wanted the south of France 
I wanted the family and I wanted the dance
I was Guildenstern to your Rosencrantz
I wanted Los Angeles I wanted Montana 
I wanted the mountains I wanted the shore 
I wanted mountains carved into my arms
I never meant you any harm

I saw your hair burn full of fire
I heard you telling me that you were tired
Each night I’m haunted by the freckled skin
I saw you carving lines into your thigh

I saw the blood stain on the sheets
I'm haunted by the way you moved your feet
Across my floor when you would dance away
You liked to leave marks with your teeth

Is that all there is?
Is that all there is to a fire?