north citrus helvetica

by sick balloons

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north citrus helvetica, the follow up to 'prague,' finds the band continuing to channel it's home-fi / lo-fi aesthetic, while expanding on their pop sensibilities, if even so unintentionally. equally inspired by their former and current obsessions, this album breathes of youth and longing, fuzz and fervor.

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released April 28, 2014

scott: vocals, guitars, drums, bass
glynnis: guitars, bass, drums, bgvox, segue on 'plot'
brandon: drums on 'stifle,' 'min,' 'russian,' interlude segues
larry: drums on 'coventry'

add'l vox on 'stifle' by heather nation (thanks)

all songs written by sick balloons.
recorded @ NChelvetica sound + unintentional architecture, may-nov 2013

mixed by glynnis & scott @ NChelvetica sound, california.

front artwork by glynnis / back collage by scott.


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sick balloons San Diego, California

"It sounded like pawn shop guitars, dirty fuzz, movies from the 50's, The better parts of Dinosaur Jr., Early Yo La Tengo, Sonic Youth, and drunk sex. "- Phil the Beerjesus on 'Farewell to the Swagger Kids".

'you sound like sloppy Strokes.' - some girl

'they look old. and sound like Black Sabbath.' - some random girl from new york.
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Track Name: we've lost the plot
we lost the plot
we've all forgot
we've led astray
and the ashes are all trayed

skeptics in a meadowy prose
dredges in a foundry of stoves
pillow dilettantes and crash pin kings

hold on, to all the strains, that you can focus
ON!
ON!

we're all embossed
stuck in the cross
hands over feet
and bones remanded at all costs

(break)

babies in artillery lines
equestrians with corduroy minds
paperclip economy rows
implausible perennial groves

drop.

toss.

wait.
Track Name: midget extract
i cannot be stoned or drawn
keep the wives
beat the charm
the kid is here to polish knees
roll the slacks
cut the sleeves


why are you so short with me?
why are you so short with me?

stark and undeveloped prose
keep the knife and the throws
you're troubling all your laundry streaks
mouth in fact
sleep for weeks

why are you so short with me?
why are you so short with me?

midget extract!
Track Name: one min rock
what i wanted to say
is spew my heart like avalanches
what i wanted to do
is cut my teeth on fell abraxas

i'm no ledger
im no beggar's baptist
i'm no ledger
im no beggar's baptist

when the garments are shakes
bait the cuffs and cut the parlay
skew the parliament skates
echo wide like an apartment

i'm no ledger
im no beggar's baptist
i'm no ledger
im no beggar's baptist

i'm no ledger
im no beggar
i'm no ledger!
im no beggar!

i'm no ledger
im no beggar's baptist
Track Name: two planks of jim
( intro improv )

ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh x2

when do all these debts unfold
into an imaginable afford
cause your head's full of dirty clothes
and arrive with eyes full of salt
you're a trailer trash devoroe
sworn fleece sewn emory board
can't believe that your suit is worn
in a bundle left bastardly born


ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh x4
Track Name: country of creeps
i took out my bible
paring compasses and crooked rain
skipped out on my metrocard
i ain't got time for all these plastic frames

country of creeps, country of creeps
ha! ha!
country of creeps
ahhhhhhh

x2


strange blades with half hair
scarves dressed down to sediments-
annie hall strip mine
pathological esquires
whirlwind sacrificial monotone
with drillbit fines
so suave behind these lames
with their crackerjack shorts
and meat hooks
cheap wine
lapdance colonial re-refine
scarce to the bone diggers
and fingerling attaches

i rode my bicycle
through the wherewith strains and stalemate puns
beside myself, all the rusted metal seesaws

country of creeps, country of creeps
ha! ha!
country of creeps
ahhhhhhh
Track Name: stifle treaty mascots
run it along
like you used to say
keep it aloft when you find the strays
oh i declare to conjure
all the markings of a crow
jars and needle-worth
run it around these curbs
i know- tainted love
we fold
the same
laundered jaws of faith!

keep on, til holiday
you won't be a blade anymore
all life
as dulling im-puritan
silence,
just like i knew you would


they know
the keys aren't far from heaven
what we know
you can't be far from grace
i'll beat them
moments to the race
all swallows
you'll never be afraid!
Track Name: russian imperial heels
hush
have you been going through winter tide
streams and the strums of the
water in hind

will they ever see me in this life
iiiiioohh ohhhhhh
they'll never row
in london pirouettes
play the crossguard canyons emblem
oh bloody fate
keep it in, play it out

feeling in the state of mind
that i find my my eyes looking through
the
blindfold of your face
can't you see it any other way?

so,
i don't be without and
i don't wanna beat around with you!
i don't want to be a blind man
living in my own selfish tomb

everyday i walk
keep finding myself
find myself
going right back
you keep on holding young mouths of change
and i wouldnt give that shit back

would you
treat me like
your father and mother would do
cause i can't keep on owning
this ordinary rue
Track Name: coventry (kill me not)
when we move away
from this murmured graze
you're a score of thieves
no blonde remains
behind the 'trolmans reach
and darling youre to blame

washing all the easels
watch, before we set them on fire
falsifying idols
stars, before we burnt out inside

of all this masonry
im a row of teeth
scalding creeks
and childish actresses
that linger from beneath
the quiver of your balm pressed lips

washing all the easels
watch, before we set them on fire
falsifying idols
stars, before we burnt out inside

washing all the easels
watch, before we set them on fire
set them on fire
set them on fire
set
them
on
fire
Track Name: a didactic minuet
starcrossed fireflies
they tend to wander like spars
in the grave
marched out in orange
denim dialed fits
and bravery trains

i am no face
i am no crime
the beds are all minuets
best fit for liars

i am no face
i am no crime
shirts all fleeting
like cars in your eyes

far behind christians
filling their vats with silverstein
the thrillists and whores appraised
counting the trailers and enemy lines

what's the matter with me? x3


one purse for the lining
pinned lips and tussles
for crass fed binds
senator sore-ly strung
up for the decorum, well lit affront