prague over brooklyn

by sick balloons

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in the tradition of our love for home-fi and 90's embracings (as well as a titular nod to Noah Baumbach), 'prague over brooklyn' finds the balloons continuing to embrace home recording status, allowing you all to hear our songs as our friends have, for so many years.

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released March 11, 2013

all music by sick balloons. *jane fond_of / black witch and thom collins written by j. jianuzzi / s. barrett

recorded @unintentional architecture, summer 2012-feb 2013

(re)mixed + mastered by Noel DeMello, june 2016

cover art by glynnisjohns.

© 2013 bedroomcore

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"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: jane fond of
jane i'm so fond-of
your charm bluffs
pardons and articles,
motels and crosses
tees and your prom dress
trim and impartial frills
weave course and heartbreak bound
model type a citizen
you're a teenage groupie of comatose crowns
swore up in obscurity
skirts scan page
droll stops and passengers

sling string necklaces
around mouths of poetical ties
someone's in the basement
drinking cheap whiskey advice
seamstress of the caravan
graduate of valentine
scenes from lowly recovery, oh i'm
just waiting for heathen to write

oh i'm so fond of, your blonde hugs
luring accomplices
courier detours jury's in concords
prompt and so avant, garde
sitting with the karma punks
polls day late comeback queen
stars in likely corridors
mistress of the storyboard
kick and scream
metrics and (the) accolades

sling string necklaces
around mouths of poetical ties
someone's in the basement
drinking cheap whiskey advice
seamstress of the caravan
graduate of valentine
scenes from lowly recovery, oh i'm
just waiting for heathen to write
Track Name: washington bride
washington bride
you're so borrowed blue
strange and acquired
so desperately dire
hands drawn,
pens across the boarding lines
you're a marvel
in all of this tawdry cross


someday you will return to the place that you belong
someday you will return to the place that you belong

washington bride
slim and barely strung
by the culls of your
isolationist scores
authoring droves
keen kept cords affordably
like the city you breathe
between the pause

someday you will return to the place that you belong
someday you will return to the place that you belong x2
Track Name: renee, the queen of tattoos implied
renee, the queen of tattoos implied!
Track Name: push.pull.swoon
i'll be your cold call
according and evasive
to walk the narrow fiction
that you want to implore
we'll sit and swoon
at the corners of your camera
so dim the stars are paragraphs
to seasons of swell

push, pull, push, pull- swoon!
push, pull, push, pull- swoon!

i'll be your satellite
distorted and unraveling
the maps of all our courtesies
apparent and culled
we'll dig the shoulders
make our smiles of palindromes
watch our eyes and telegrams
divulge in the storm


push, pull, push, pull- swoon!
push, pull, push, pull- swoon!
push, pull, push, pull- swoon!
push, pull, push, pull- swoon!
Track Name: glass beaker funeral
jenny is a corner store
crossing guard of the fall
watch her crawl
winter coat and arms are full
with her mess
and the dress that she bought

and she'd fall
if you'd let her out
of the funeral
and she'd crash
if you'd let her doubt
the funeral

tear me off another note
hand it up and fold it down
i'm unbound
this whiskey tastes like poison (praise)
keep the cup
skew the face
hold the vow

and she'd crash
if you'd let her out
of the funeral
and she'd fall
if you'd let her doubt
the funeral
Track Name: iveseensky
shake the steeple
hold the coarse
the spoil is all the same
dissertations crumble in the
caution of the wake
i'm so sold and borrowed bones
just a former contemplate

swear their crazy eyes
to sort the kings
and canvases their rightful crimes

aching hearts and bold retorts
you've known me all too well
men have cried
and most have slept away their shallow veils
oh i've seen sky
the trees of fated
gauzy injured pride

swear their crazy eyes
to sort the kings
and canvases their rightful crimes
avert the tanning lines
my two left hands will wash away
the remnants of their burning brides


i've seen sky and men who've tried
i've seen sky and men who've tried
i've seen sky and men who've tried
i've seen sky and men who've tried
Track Name: tranny cyclist camp
tranny cyclist camp
who are you bleeding
sleeved up to the nails
with the cynics
and economy dry
keys and traffic jams
pan for elitists
novice to a fault
dredge battery life

hard to hear your spokes between sobering highs
scrap.light.travel.heavy decorum bride
stick to your enamels and your pretty whites

tranny cyclist camp
you're a defeatist
wearing all the breath
of an inadvertent charming choir
you're a middle name
nobody hears you
drowners of a droll crown
trebly stride

hard to hear your spokes between sobering highs
scrap.light.travel.heavy decorum bride
stick to your enamels and your pretty whites
oh wash away, you lonely drag child

i was a crook and you were a storm
tanning salons and otherworldy regards
this is a cusp, a vanity crutch
scraping the beard
and here we're barreling up
oh, these are the stags
the honesty sucks
motherless drags
and the nicotine hugs
poseurs and crimes
fathers decline
still in the basement
masking cellophane grime
appearances low
and cyclists blow
stereos strike
and all the cyclists blow
Track Name: black witch and thom collins
black witch. black witch and thom collins.
black witch. black witch and thom collins.
we could go on.