There is always someone waiting somewhere else​.​.​.

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The sound at the end of "F.F.F. (Buffalo vs. Poughkeepsie)," which sounds like a creaking gate, is a creaking gate. It was recorded at the entrance to the Poughkeepsie-Highland Railroad Bridge, which crosses the Hudson River.

The high, whining sound in "There are always other people in our rooms"—which you might recognize from some David Bowie songs and a bunch of sci-fi soundtracks—is from a little instrument called a Stylophone. The whistling sound is just that: whistling. All other sounds, with the exception of the cheap drumbeats, were made with an acoustic guitar, keyboards, and a mouth.

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released February 14, 2012

All songs and sounds by Benedict Kupstas

Cover photograph by Hong-An Tran: ruinista.com

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Track Name: f.f.f. (buffalo vs. poughkeepsie)
Even though I know it's wrong, at least right now,
If only you could know all the things I wish you knew...

I'm sick of fighting the fact that I've fallen for you.
So sick of fighting the fact that I've fallen for you.

I would never be so naïve to promise you the world
But I've never wanted more to keep someone from the cold

I'm sick of fighting the fact that I've fallen for you.
So sick of fighting the fact that I've fallen for you.
Track Name: there are always other people in our rooms
There are always other people in our rooms
There are always other people in our rooms
There are always other people in our beds
There are always dirty pillows under head

I feel as if my feelings are unfair but still I wish that I could feel my fingers running through your hair
I know at least two reasons why my feelings are unkind but I've been trying hard to keep it all inside

The grass is damp below
The polluting light, ya know
That your mercurial moods begin
Under peculiar moons
Our sins will follow

There are always other people in our beds
There is always someone waiting somewhere else
There are always other people in our rooms
There are always other people out of tune

I tried so hard to be vague and indirect but all the ways I've tried, I still haven't found one yet
I drove you to your boyfriend's place the night that you had your first kiss
The night I think I realized I wished that I was yours
And even though it's inconvenient and the timing isn't great I wouldn't say that I would wait but I would love if there's a chance

You danced inside the glass
When you hid under the plants, your smile
The roof on nights with sparks
The clouds unfurling, dark and stormy