the SWIM Tape

by what moon things

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released September 30, 2016

Produced by Scott Nicholas & What Moon Things
Mixed by Scott Nicholas at Stereocilia in Beacon, NY
Mastered by Jack Shirley at The Atomic Garden somewhere in CA

Tracked between August 2014 and January 2016 in:
The Glow Studios, Athens, GA,
4 of John's apartments, In New Paltz and NYC
Jake's parents' house, Nelsonville, NY
John's dad's basement (the Lagoon), Staten Island, NY
The Barn, Athens, GA
Stereocilia, Beacon, NY

All instruments and voices by John Morisi & Jake Harms
except:

bass by Chris Kehoe on Renfield & Sea of My Kitchen
909 cymbal by Scott on Quit
"SWIM" composed by Scott

Drawing by Kayla Curran
Design by Nicole Salamone

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Track Name: Quit
what makes you so goddamn blue?
your eyes are caves and i'm a slave for you
we've lost our innocence
it's like your mama said (swimming in your autumn)
I got no money in my pocket
I am broke as hell

i am trying to measure up, quit
drinking for september, hungover on a burned bridge
swimming in your autumn
swimming in my longing

never quick to quit
never quick to quit
Im blackin in
memories crackling

we've lost our innocence
it's like your mama said
I got money in my pocket
I am broke as hell
Ive got some dreams to sell
but im still raking leaves
no need to pick my lock
money grows on trees

hello, my name is SWIM
Track Name: 17
I was once 17
now bow to me
I'm a living organism
or a dying dream
stained on young nicotine teeth
defaced with sickness we receive
like the unholiest loneliness
we only seem to perceive
I was once 17
I was once a wet dream in between
your nightmares conceived
with a gashing of passion
you bleed
like you want to be 17

I was once 17
and you were once like me
fist-splt the chain-link
pour yourself
another drink
ah, such a poets wet dream
Track Name: Party Down The Street
went to that party down the street, they were dancing on tables and drowning in their sleep. I got so drunk I forgot who I was, my face lit up like a question mark.
and somehow I made it home, had an argument with the glass in my front door. I got so drunk I forgot who I was, my face lit up like a question

here's to the gravel apathy, the winding of springs. at the party down the street I'll be reading magazines
slip some codeine in my tea, we'll get wasted and weird together. here's to the sunsets on your headstone, we're cool now, I'm thankful
Track Name: Carpet Farm
a couple notes on your lion teeth
file me down, quote a book of poetry
some little kid's epileptic fits, honey i don't give a shit
just let me dance for your money

cuz i don't wanna cause you any harm
i'll sleep on the carpet but not to carpet farm

you lay awake while I fall asleep
your mind's alive listening to my heartbeat
to my blood beat

i don't wanna cause you any harm
i'll sleep on the carpet but not to carpet farm
Track Name: Renfield
O grandma, what big eyes you have
can you see into my socio-past?
I could shake all night, I'm such a loser Beck
and the lady of my night, she's not turning back
these eyes are holes under this
whitewashed sheet

O grandma, what big teeth you have
well i'm clinical vampire or a cynical ghost
silhouette peeks through the window
a movie shriek and a sigh I've known
i'm clinical vampire or a cynical ghost

sorry granny, but before you bite
i'll be filling my cup

o granny what a long snout you've got
can you smell me
my home, soiled
can you smell my rock
more dead than you could ever hope
more head than you could ever throat
i'm clinical vampire or a cynical ghost

sorry granny, but before you bite
i'll be filling my cup

(little red renfield)
Track Name: Mexican Coke
ssssippin on botttles fullla Mexican cola
Mexxxican coke is a hellluva soda
Track Name: Dog
I want to sleep like a dog
and whisper all my dreams in your ear
but I'm steady as I stay home
like I really, really even just don't care
it's just my luck
I wanna start a fire here
I wanna start a fire here

I want to sing to my geetar
but my geetar fiercely weeps
unsteady as I stay alone
mute my phone
your name dissolves
and I get some peace
it's just my luck
I wanna start a fire here
I wanna start a fight here

I want to sleep like a dog
put me to sleep like a dog
Track Name: Cold Spring Kids
anchored to the bottle
I was spun in circles
Cold Spring kids and needles
2 dead in 3 months

"I could never call home, they'd stop my fun. I could never call home, stop, don't stop, get it all."

2 grades younger than me
once the spider's on your back it's hard to think
we ain't criminals
just wanna escape and watch TV
cause when you're 22 it's hard to
believe in you
all you got is conversation

"I could never call home, they'd stop my fun. I could never call home, stop, don't stop, get it all."
Track Name: Dead Pixie
Dead pixie lying in the sticky mess, and I'm cleaner with my swollen head. For days i watch the bed become a womb then turn faceless. Dead pixie wants a marching band, I'm not sad for a reason -- just a chemical cleaning, aw mama I'm going to heaven. I fucked her and her bedroom was younger than her body and it made me feel strange, like I was in two places with one lady, like I was stealing her memory. Dead pixie...
You're the girl for me, sweet talk teardrop dreamboat honey
Dead pixie, I'm a dead doo-wop daisy, suspicious of all the ladies or maybe I'm afraid of my own hands, feel so stable the next morning. Dead pixie when she dropped by, I started crying I swear it hasn't been like this...
(what a fucking weirdo, I just wanna be your hero)
You're the girl for me, sweet talk teardrop dreamboat honey
I wanna hide when I see you, i wanna never make plans, i wanna hide when i see you
Track Name: Gathens
wish I packed my gat and my wheat thins
heading towards Athens next weekend
g.a., then orleans
pull back on my gat
saliva slicked dare
I might find you in the air (er)
but I'm starving
I'm a star at the bar
with a ticket drink
I hope you think
I'm a star girl
I don't care where you are girl
I don't care where you are
girl

I've got my Swiss knife
pressed on my wrist like
if you don't call I will insist to
press as hard as I want to
whether you want me
or not to
my stomach is sickish
and your honey-balm lipstick
tethered fresh to my nose drip
my white skinned red
but I'm blue
it's so hard without you

my stomach is sickess
slitted eyes on my phone lit
your honey-balm lipstick
Jean short and a cropped shirt
tethered fresh to my nose drip
white skinned red but I'm blue
(your honey-balm lipstick)
it's so hard without you
tethered fresh to my nose drip
tethered fresh to my right hip
(my stomach is sickish)
it's so hard without
Track Name: Monaco
there's something in the way you move
attracts me like no other lover
and when you told me about your move
to monaco this summer...

you don't have to make up your mind
i need to make up my mind
you don't have to make up your mind

i didn't know what to do
i didn't know where to look

you don't have to make up your mind
i need to make up my mind
you don't have to make up your mind
Track Name: Head Injury
I've got a girl and a head injury
taken a blow
to the sharp white street
outside her room
talking sweet
I've got a girl
I don't need it to bleed
I've got a girl and a head injury
I've got to go

[I've made my bed
now I'll eat in it
I've cut my hair
and I'll live with it
I've made my head
and I'll sleep in it
I've made my bed
now I'll eat in it]

I've got a girl, I don't need the police
I've lost my toes
To the white bittersweet
one-two, my head
I'm talking creep
I got a girl
I don't need to think
I've got a girl and a head injury
I've got to go
Track Name: Sea Of My Kitchen
go home to your
go home to your old room
in-so-mania
that loves to laugh like candle wax
spill my dreams into the black
old home where your...
go home to where your safest dreams are kept

cuz that's all right with me
that's okay, alright please forgive my knees
shake, shake shaking in the sea of my kitchen
that's all right with you

call the cops and they'll take me home
i'll watch the ghosts on my bathroom floor
and if i bleed out until the dream is over
then my ghost will get up and put on the coffee
Track Name: Broken Bone
you'll sweat it off in the morning, when you're dying to
feel cool as a cuke- cut my skinny wrists, and climb the whispers
she showed me in the morning

broke and stoned november, in my old apartment
when i came in, i was just a little kid

spend the winter forgetting, and regretting i did
cuz baby, in your daddy's car, I'm evil
broken bones and broken sticks,
memorial arguments

broke and stoned november, in my old apartment
when i came in, i was just a little kid