Murmuroar

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Matt Hart--Guitar and Vocals
Eric Appleby--Bass and Vocals
Pete Janidlo--Drums

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released December 18, 2018

Words by Matt Hart
Music by Matt Hart, Eric Appleby, and Pete Janidlo

Recorded, mixed and mastered by Mike Montgomery at Candyland in Dayton, KY

Cover art by Sam McCormick
Cover Design by Eric Appleby

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NEVERNEW Cincinnati, Ohio

NEVERNEW makes high energy, melodic racket + noise. They love IPAs, hard cider, books and nonsense. They've been playing together off and on for 25 years, but this time it's for real. Believe it!

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Track Name: Fight Song for the Academy
FIGHT SONG FOR THE ACADEMY


This day of racket
and everybody squirreling
my idiot heart won’t stop beating the distance,
no, never,
and neither should yours

We all have ragged fingers
Sometimes it’s too much winter,
formulaic people crushing people
dreaming
smoldering cars

I have a desire I have a desire
to build you up in lightning, make it glow
In love with your fire, so weird in your wire
Your head against my heart, won’t let it go

It’s more than anthemic
this screaming romantic
the thorns and owls entangled
empathetic with our arms out
lumbering stars

When no one’s watching
out for each other
our lungs like punctured
weather on the pavement, spinning
heartbreak into dumb wars
Track Name: Murmuroar
MURMUROAR


And when the mirror fogs up
I will go the distance
I will zoom and cry
I will take your listless
way of being nervous
with a grain of fortune
and the wolves will come
they will eat our future

And we will walk in the chalkboard streets of salt
and the murmurs won’t revise us
where we sleep on the horizon
with a radiance so lost and dragging onward
that our spirits will be angles
and the bells will all be lions
A hum is on the water
The sky a burning powder
Big murmur roaring us to dust

As the owl collapses
I will hunt and gather
I will brick and mortar
I will hide your station
with its lights still burning
with its cool reactor
and its chimes of lightning
heart a total wreckage

And we will wonder how the shadows’ trees grew taller
and the pink moss on the face mask
made us just a little sicker
with a video gone viral
of a poetry chameleon
who was lost in puffs of birds
so all the other kids were stolen
A hum is on the water
The sky is burning powder
Big murmur roaring us to dust

When you look in the weeds
for the eyes in the trees
you should know
you’re never coming back
and when you echo through the fog
touch my cheek but not for long
cause you know you’re never coming back
aim your fire at the wall
you can watch my body fall,
but you know you’re never coming back
I will murmur in your ear
with a roar so loud a clear
you will float as my lesson fades to black
Track Name: Turn to Stone
TURN TO STONE

Tore my stars apart,
so we were all messed up,
with fearful dust and light
and both our names in flight
And with our wings almost lost,
I went to the store
and focused on the sky,
but all I got were cries

in the fire pit where people tossed me heaven-shit
while the lightning chattered nervously through all of it
and no one in the mist dared to remember us
as we returned to stone

Ripped my swan to blood
it was beautiful,
and someone caught the soul
embedded in my fall
I returned to drag you home,
but you were only lonely
and it rubbed off on my car
I left you to you war

in the water-pit where I knew you were dangerous
in the open air and swirling auditorium
you performed until trap door fell on both of us
and turned us both to stone

I could see, if you pressed me, going on like this for eons
with a bear hug round an open heart
and I could see if you pressed me, we might learn a better drunk kiss
with our friends outside a liquor store
and maybe if we hadn’t left us in the forest,
we’d be found there in the thawing spring with roses
and a terrible swift angel

Got my anxious fog
another rearview mirror
and you’re always in its glare
how can I prepare
when the surging waters fall
I think an ocean’s come to brush
my stupid hair,
but I’m alone who cares
Track Name: Antiseptic
ANTISEPTIC

This humidity
is a Drag City sockhat
Enjoy the book
There’s nothing wrong

And antiseptic will love you forever
Even when the booby traps snap shut
around your ankles
Where the bleach is, I’ll be your blanket
Where the bleach is, I’ll be your blanket
There’s nothing wrong

Shack up by the tracks
Near the lama farm
Bestill the day
Be still in May

And anstiseptic will love you forever,
if ever Needles blueprint’s
and regrets you all his life
Where the bleach is, I’ll be your blanket
Where the bleach is, I’ll be your blanket
There’s nothing wrong

Falling rock or Ferris Wheel
State enter at the exit
with a bench marked seaweed
Coffee County, Tennessee
is neon white at noon, is neon white at noon
Track Name: The Houses We Grew Up In
THE HOUSES WE GREW UP IN


In a tree, if I’m sleeping, it behooves me
getting real, singing an old country song inside
Time to drive, time to drive, so impermanent
I ride with the night behind me I can feel

I unzip the paper, and I walk out in the beer
It takes me to a parking lot of ears
and everyone’s arrived, everyone with sparkles
everyone with raccoon heads and idols
I don’t think I understand how the supernovas work out,
how the rooftops I hang out on all get blown out
When you shake me by the hand I will ruin you
with mercy I will bury you with no one’s listening anyway

Beside yourself, if you’re with me, I will save you every beauty
Un-plug our kites and blend in with the tides
Time to drive, time to drive, the satellites and blinking
The facts aren’t what you’re thinking, they’re alive

I remake your image, and I fly up where it’s clear
I find myself a tennis court of deer
and everyone’s arrived, everyone we’ve startled
everyone with raccoon hearts and idylls
I will make you understand how the politics are fucked up
how the houses we grew up in need to wake up
When I shake you by the hand will you ruin me
with mercy will you notice now there’s someone listening anyway
Track Name: Fell Apart a Poet
FELL APART A POET


A lightning bolt of oranges
came crashing through my honor
You’d been dreaming it forever,
the day I’d die in fits of laughter

I fell apart a poet,
took my love to throw it,
at any drunken wolf face I could score

a touchdown or a mystic
whose missiles went ballistic
and pushed against the sky until it tore

Snow globe heart, I tried to bury
all the light my arms could carry
to save it up for when I’d need it
The day you’d die in blackout reading

I fell apart a marvel
but worked just like the devil
to contradict the noises in my ear

that withered all the grasses
and smashed your rosy glasses
and scorched the lip, our sunburned meadows seared

That was then, and now whenever
oranges blow on every corner
All the mowers have their orders
to mad the dogs and stream the verses
Track Name: F-ed Up
F-ED UP


All the wasted days of me
are more than I can speak
All the rabbits and all the sparks
all the terrible terrible trees
Burning up in California
going dark without any water
Ash surfs on an eagle’s wing

Clap your fists and stomp your teeth
So nobody else can see
Watch the rowboat as it sinks
and don’t forget to blink
How the sun becomes a flood
and forces us to dust
Hatchet chops an angel’s wing

Dear nowhere, I’m lidless
and ghostly Spanish moss grows out of a hearse
We’re so fucked, you can hear it
and all the lights flick on and off and on
And the burn on my arm becomes a scar

Tear your hearts out at the root,
and go to the wall where we sing
all the guns that execute
and make the ear worms ring
New Year’s ever is over and done
and now the winking starts
Laser scalds an airplane’s wing

Dear gumdrop, I’m witless
and you’re a cake of sand I get to eat
We’re so fucked, you can feel it
and every dance we get is awfully pink
And the death on the moth becomes a star
Track Name: That They Went to Help the Sea
THAT THEY WENT TO HELP THE SEA

That they went to help the sea
but that help was only me,
and mine eyes were filled with lightning,
and my hair was only birds

That they offered me best wishes
We stayed home and broke the dishes,
and we laughed the storm approacheth,
and we cried this life’s a blur

with its flooding claw marks
with its serpent fang marks
with its poison apple pie inside
a limousine of mud

with its children glowing
with its business blowing
smoke into the eyes of every goodness
we had hoped to be a part

That they went to help the sky,
but that help was only cries
in a bitter darkness, while the trees
just cut their losses

That they came to take my place
for which they offered me a fake
experience of being more
than all my mind

of what goes on in the dirt
of what goes on in the blood
of what is spring another flood
we can’t contain
Track Name: Black Swan Green
BLACK SWAN GREEN


You coughed my name up on your lawn so green
Your throat was glowing in the dark
I asked a black star what that name might mean
It spit dark matter from a heart, mostly spark

What’s the trick to place a face
to write your ghosts there and be so disturbed
Bleeding out is not a race,
Scalpel cutting out the power we deserve

Scorched efficiency
I’m so jittery
I think I’m losing what I’ve learned
Crushed and menacing
You’ve never been a queen
and I have never felt so fragile

Busted tongue and busted driveway, broken heart
A cloud slipped by me in a dress of winter fleas
You say I love you, but it feels like a trick,
a buzzing blister in a rocket ship of bees.
Track Name: Wallflower
WALLFLOWER


The sun sets whitely on my daughter’s nod.
Mostly she’s a blossom to herself.
The muddy banks of money and the cancer dog concur,
she’s the one who makes the glaciers melt.

Wallflowers for hours in the flood Now it’s gone
Warehouses, rain showers Now it’s mud

The fool moon marches on the antler’s hart,
costly as a wig of blood of felt.
It’s warmer in Ohio than the sky of glue suggests.
It’s clear, so I don’t have to spell it out.

Cold paint blows across the butter’s fat.
I’m the one whose skull adorns our shelf,
waiting for the factory of moss to have its turn
turning spokes of longing into doubt.

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