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Suite

by Le Weekend

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1.
Hey, Miss Half-Your-Engine, I'm a rocket fueling I miss half my lines, go doot-doot-doot-doot-do do do In conversation It's never lost on you when you're alabasterized Who's making your hen house cock fight terminal? Be my prize Sweetness taste your mouth Flowing wings of southwesterly flight For the prize of your life Doot-doot do do do Doot-doot do do do Doot-doot do do do Doot-doot do do do Man in authority looks to me to assist Oh could I kindly call the cops on kids? Mind's not crazy when it's seeing your sunset swing I'll see your swing set sun when I'm seeing things
2.
In these fields taxes throw away our light Move sixty miles-an-hour in our parking lots When the sky (the night sky) is ocean A painting there, a slow two figures dancing The poorly drawn skeleton is leading These clouds are the sandbars of Galveston In my mother's car I'm sure it's a rubber spider It's streetlights make it walk This now's not for questions just circle the words on the pages Your sound's a lady My sound's a lady with the same dress on My everywhere is red, it's war paint A walk between out-of-the-park and the baseball moon Lots of good id here A painting there, a slow two figures dancing The poorly drawn skeleton is leading When the sky (the night sky) is ocean These clouds are the sandbars of Galveston
3.
I speak in typos when you move my mouth The water here just dries me out I never have a thirst that's clean So clear you're gonna burst this scene Somewhere not quite Lafayette on East I-10 You stole a peak in my brown bag from the Lion's Den Like deer in the schoolyard Girls always leave My eyes as big as blood We're trading ones I can't write anymore I blame the pen
4.
I'm losing my voice All mine, all mine I gave it to you By breathing not one syllable Unless I knew for sure you didn't expect me to I'm throwing my voice Saying things it won't expect Your praise has been a phone call It came with charges that I could not accept Babe babe babe don't stop stop defying expectation Babe babe babe don't stop stop defying expectation Babe babe babe don't don't don't don't don't stop stop stop stop defying expectation Babe babe I got stuck stuck defying expectation
5.
Open up, your stories move me Though your drinks are stiffening I'll try my ear at listening Some things are beautiful to hear Congratulations on the patio You sing into my stereo Tuning on my radio Shall we hear new business now? Too much childhood is what grew you up so fast And me a science man whose confirmation bias cannot last Won't dig too deep to see it soon And should things wax resentful I want to remind you I was always willing to put your little things behind you Should you go on tomorrow, mine's the only past You'll never count so high as the single star that blinds you I've never been older than I am right now The end of the end of my college tries Completely done No more trying to build things In an American style No more trying too hard to ape your Your frazzled smile Open up your stories move me You say things too beautiful to hear You say things too beautiful to hear More than half of what isn't now is past Down with science, man, if that's the only shadow it can cast
6.
My name is Blinky and I see more than you do--there's no question--but what in it is true? That's a question I've not prepared. Please don't move my set of levers when they're set, or there'll be trouble like you haven't heard yet: a fiasco to the tune of killer bees.

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released December 4, 2008

Le Weekend was at the time of this recording: Robert Biggers, Matt Kalb, Ben Ridings, Erin Ridings, Bob Wall
Recorded by Nick Petersen at Track and Field Studios, Carrboro NC
Mastered by Carl Saff at Saff Mastering, Chicago IL
Photography by Ben Spiker, Design by Lincoln Hancock
See individual songs for guest musician credits.

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Le Weekend Chapel Hill, North Carolina

Le Weekend is a progressive-minded, skewed-pop-leaning, hyphen-employing rock band from Chapel Hill NC, est. 2006. It faithfully and exuberantly generates the sound of itself playing Le Weekend music. It knows a little about a lot of things, and something about the value in hiding and showing. The rest it kind of fakes, but you could totally have fun with it. ... more

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