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seengodinyou First, those words brought me to tears. I felt them internally. BUT.... when that guitar solo slapped I was floating with the notes. Every strum perfectly and imperfectly placed like the chaos of our own lack of desire. This is a work of art to me. For (I think) all of my own reasons. Amazing. Favorite track: That They Went to Help the Sea.
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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
Murmuroar 04:00
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
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
Antiseptic 03:15
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
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
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
F-ed Up 03:42
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
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
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.
Wallflower 04:13
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.


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


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 is a Cincinnati based post-punk/indie rock band that makes high energy, melodic racket + noise. They love IPAs, hard cider, books and nonsense. They've been playing together on and off for 25 years, but this time it's for real. Believe it! Find them on Instagram @nevernewband. ... more

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