Suite

by Le Weekend

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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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Track Name: Spread yr mind
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
Track Name: Blinded me with silence
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
Track Name: On each other and recording
I speak in typos when you move my mouth
The water here just dries me out
I never have a thought 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
Track Name: Rock staple, scissors
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 babe babe babe babe don't stop stop stop defying expectation
Babe babe I got stuck stuck defying expectation
Track Name: Le Weekend Suite
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
Track Name: Blinky Watts is not blind
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 beers.