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“Boo, Forever”

by Field Guides

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    "Boo, Forever" as a gorgeous and lovingly assembled 12" vinyl LP.

    Featuring artwork by Elaine Winter and a jacket designed by FG's own Benedict Kupstas.

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1.
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
2.
Lorrie Moore 05:15
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 transparency 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"
3.
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
4.
Jon Says 03:44
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
5.
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
6.
Marco/Polo 03:58
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
7.
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?

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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credits

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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