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The Mops

by The Mops

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1.
Sound Check 00:26
Sound Check! Checking the sound! Sound Check! Is my microphone on?
2.
Beach Mop 02:49
I will breathe your salty breath on some sacred beach beneath the waves, Then we'll lie down, calm down And I will teach you how to sing this song, You'll teach me how to get along But leave me alone, I've gotta know I'd last a day Leave a message at the tone, And I'd probably run away. Maybe we will leave this town to teenage lovers and their brothers, I'm afraid of bad memories- of being enemies So let's leave this stupid town to all these lovers and clowns. But leave me alone, I've gotta know I'd last a day Leave a message at the tone, And I'd probably run away. I don't want to kiss you, Cuz I know I'll miss you. But leave me alone, I've gotta know I'd last a day Leave a message at the tone, And I'd probably run away.
3.
Skies of surprise have been faded to grey wouldn't you like getting carried away? Till all that remains is but reckless disdain Wouldn't you like getting carried away? Beyond your control is an island let the flood waters carry your soul to the place Look around take a stroll on the hot sand sun burning a smile on to your canvas face and I can't be contented with the promise of wealth what is it like being kind to myself? and I must explore for my personal health what is it like being kind to myself? And no great oppressor, no holy saint will have power over me for a servant I ain't I'll walk through the swamp with the mud in my shoes but I'll plod right along it's the life that I choose and in this very moment I do not feel okay, so I wouldn't mind getting carried away, and I don't see no reason to settle and stay so I wouldn't mind getting carried away.
4.
Cry 01:57
Sore soles and aching toes, lie me down. Chapped lips and your cold nose, We'll be 'round. We're left new moon babies, We're left feeling dumb, and I won't call you lazy cuz we're just out of luck. I just wanna cry with you, so why am I always crying? I just wanna die beside you, so why am I just left trying? I got your old pocket, a pocket full of change. I was gonna steal your wallet but that seemed kinda strange. And I am always guilty and I am always full, And I won't call you baby cuz you're my bird and I'm your bull. I just wanna cry with you, so why am I always crying? I just wanna die beside you, so why am I just left trying? I just wanna cry with you, so why am I always crying? I just wanna die beside you, so why am I just left trying? Why am I just left crying?
5.
Liquid Song 01:59
Your semitransparent form was beautiful Your breath it was still warm As if an ever changing shape were covered in a glossy coat of paints Tried to reach out with my hand, but what I felt I couldn’t understand Contemplating to no end, on where your face begins and where it ends Reached too far and to my surprise, I found that I was drowning in your eyes Our two bodies would converge, within your liquid skin I was submerged
6.
Camelot 02:16
I saw the great king of Camelot, sleeping alone in a van That was rolling around in a parking lot. He looked like a broken down man He woke up and told me he loved me and was sorry I saw him like this But I told him quite soft (I may have said ‘low’ instead of soft by mistake on record) we could not be, betraying his cheek with a kiss I walked away from the asphalt field, It would be our last goodbye For that night he was swallowed by misery, and I made him shrivel and die I tore his heart from his chest cavity, I threw his warn crown on the ground I broke his frail sword overtop my knee, I’d say sorry if he were around I never meant to usurp him, from his great throne of pride But truly I say I’d not loved him, and how can I change what’s inside I wish that he never had fallen for me, I did not want to break him in two But truly the pair couldn’t ever be, I did not feel the same and that’s true
7.
New Tattoo 02:20
I got a new tattoo of you, it's written on my face With its searing black red and blue, I know it can never be erased I had it made for you, you see so I could do my part To remind you what you mean to me and immortalize you in art I got a new tattoo of you, still you put me down And turn your eyes away you do, whenever I am standing round As If your pupils seek to land on any present place Except the image of your hand that’s present on my face I got a new tattoo of you, for I wanted you to see Gestures I extend I do, and what you mean to me But now that you have left your image printed on my face Reminds me all too well that you can never be erased
8.
Best Friends 01:35
Best friends love each other longer than we do, And best friends hold each other tighter than we do. But we do what we do. Your cat forgets to let us in, And my dog lies about where we've been, But we do what we do. Marry me in front of your lockers, I'll buy new stickers we'll invite punk rockers I'll say I do, yes I do. I'll do what I've got to.
9.
Friday dies without your help, Monday cries you left her on the shelf. Summer's over, I cried on your porch. I've never myself wanting so much more, This is for now- this is for learning how. Tuesday's mean you leave it's no surprise Wednesday's hard you looked him in the eyes How am I supposed to know what I need when you're so fucking far away from me? This is for now- this is for living in this lovely town.
10.
Waking from a dream and releasing another big sigh, I went to bed with a wonderful promise but awoke with a beautiful lie Its shape was indented on the pillow; I hadn’t caught one single sighting But I knew it was there cos it left me a note that was written in my own handwriting It said “come with me, come with me be merry” And I read it each day, again and again tracing the words with my finger Put my hand on the place where it used to lay For hours my digits would linger The note was written in #2 pencil And each day was eroded by fate Why couldn’t I keep it alive I don’t know but now it’s too late “please don’t leave, stay with me be merry”
11.
Is it your fear of losing That makes you go further What makes me wonder friend Is how you get away with your lies 'Cause maybe you have noticed That I appreciate your company And every time you have to go I regret I didn't let you know I could love you And when you hung up the phone I realized I was alone And I can't help it You're just so beautiful I can't help it You're so beautiful You may have seen the world dear But you don't know me That's why all of this Seems so absurd I lie awake at night Picturing me and you I wish I could make it All clear you see I could love you And soon the fall is here Turning us cold And I can't help it You're so beautiful I can't help it You're so beautiful Oh the morning light But the demons they come at night I want to be your appetite I want to be your good dreams, your bad dreams I can't help it You're so beautiful

about

The Mops are...

Charlotte Hill- vocals, guitar, viola, songwriting
Gregory Hunter- vocals, bass, guitar, songwriting
Zoe Santo- viola, violin (tracks 1, 2, 5, 6)
Luis Angel Ballesteros Apodaca- cello (tracks 1, 2, 5, 6)


This album was recorded live using the built in microphone of a Panasonic RQ-2102 Portable Cassette Recorder. All recording sessions for this album took place at a summer camp called Music At Port Milford, in the iconic and conveniently sound proof General Store. The Mops, being the overbooked orch dorks they are, often woke up bright and early or managed to squeeze in some sessions right before curfew.

Released by Charlie Hoyt at Arrowhead Tapes, 2016

Cover art by Emily Harter

credits

released August 21, 2016

special thanks to our parents for letting us live the dream, Zoe and Luis for jumping on board and being such beautiful human beings and musicians, the 2015 PHS sock hop for forcing Greg and Charlotte to start making music together, and all of our friends who encouraged us or helped us to release this!

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