telescopes (on) parade

by sick balloons

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telescopes (on) parade is the fourth full length record from melodic fuzz freaks, sick balloons.

the album was bourne out of a desire to merge home-fi sensibilities with a cleaner polished gleam, without sacrificing any of their charm. enter Dave Matthies of Gift Machine. the fearless leader of Vista-by-way-of-Anacortes' best kept secret was courted to helm this challenge. having a like mindedness to such a musical marriage.

the result is an even greater magnified insight into the juxtaposition of the band's pop gems housed in a warm heapful of fuzz.

notably, this is the first record to feature the full band collectively and collaboratively, along with appearances from some of their north county compatriots.

from the sweeping declaration of '200,000 mi,' the Pavement-inspired 'olde friends,' to the anthem infectious 'rug,' telescopes breezes through all 11 of its tracks with ease of posture, spewing candid honesty and worn hearts on sleeves. taking pages from Pollard and Malkmus' books, as well as snarking Dino Jr-esque wailing guitar, this record is a defining moment caught on tape, for all of you to parade to.

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released October 20, 2016

Produced, engineered & mixed by Dave Matthies.

Initial tracking at Rarefied Recording, North Park (San Diego), CA.

Add'l recording at New Tangles, Vista, CA.

Mastered by John Golden @ Golden Mastering, Ventura, CA.

Artwork: Cee & Scott
Layout: Cee Jay

CDs manufactured by Cravedog, Portland, OR.
www.cravedog.com

Thank yous to Heather, Will, Jesse Lee, Alex, Jim, Dave & Andrea for your contributions.

© 2016 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: 200,000 mi
sitting outside your bedroom door
with the lights put out and feet to floor
dancing halls to forty fifths
wearing summer's end on your chest

i would drive, two hundred thousand miles with you
i would drive, two hundred thousand miles with you

swimming wild in the sea of flakes
you're an apologist, impenetrable grace
pull the tabs from these plastic postcards
to keep our memories sake

i would drive two hundred thousand miles to be with you
i would drive two hundred thousand miles to be with you
i would drive two hundred thousand miles to be with you
i would drive two hundred thousand miles to be with you

this is a joke
this is a toast
this is a ghost
this is a hoax

this is a hoax
this is a toast
this is a joke
this is a ghost
Track Name: Cease Uncertain
dived and swam to the ends of worth
held my words to undisclosed
keys and stones
for vagrant workers
twice as many
as the paper owes
i saw your brother steal a glance, at, me
hung all the trees and the party favors
margaliese and the silent creeps


straighten my teeth
and comb my pride
light all my burning misses
i'm running cease uncertain
drowning in these fountain crimes

chain-smoking with apostles of charm
trailing off into cold weed country
steep my neighbors with
incestuous talk
i'm livin close to electrical lines
i know the reasons we won't refrain
folks are keen with their crickets and hems
looking at me with monogamous eyes

straighten my teeth
and comb my pride
turn out my labels slowly
i'm running cease uncertain
down cause i've been really fucking up

straighten my teeth
and comb my pride
light all my burning dresses
i'm running cease uncertain
drowning in these fountain lives

straighten my teeth
and comb my pride
turn out my labels slowly
i'm running cease uncertain
drowning in these fountain crimes
Track Name: Credenza
you've got your coat and heels
and cut your teeth from glass
turn out the spoken wheels

whoa oh ohhhh
whoa oh ohhhh
cut cut cut cut cut cut

you wrote your number on my tongue
and caught my hands in lies
smoking cigs from spokane
propel comedian writhes

i'm a meridial (---remedial!) drum
taking my cues in name
scaling the challenger shun
im a pentameter fray

whoa oh ohhhh
whoa oh ohhhh
ha ha ha ha ha ha ha
Track Name: French Exit
dirty up the band aids
curry up the stitches
from your fall
tell me im your dry phase
rearrange the fixtures
and the stalls


this is my surrender
no recourse
i'm a false apprentice
no divorce

ahhhhhh

hurry up and practice
all the makes of 
lipstick and your lies
drown the factory
place mats
celebrate the trophies
and the scars

this is my surrender
no recourse
i'm a false apprentice
no divorce
Track Name: Olde Friends
close the door and step into the frame
i know, i know that you've been scouring
you'll build an ark- hysterical and lean
collect calls and favors tempt

oh trend, has got the best of me
stolen from the courtesy
well olde friends turn to faceless agents
all dolled up in leisurely slang
oh what to do with us?

send my regards to the misses and all of the family trade
i am not an interest in your remote revelry change
my oh my how things have frayed
all holed up with tokens to the firing range
when i said i never never never never want to see you again
it was the only lie astray

you're a loose confederate of blame
wander trusting stall and spent
failure-safe and curtain back the flame
i know, i know that you've been wondering

how olde friends, they fold like new design
kindled form and trim retort
spike the punch
and designate a troubadour to wear all of your intent

send my regards to the misses and all of the family trade
i am not an interest in your remote revelry change
Track Name: Pills
we could line the walls 
with perfect paragraphs
still the exits are best described;
manic regiments and time continuum martyrs
in abraxas we are all in-tact

come on babe and crumble
in our canopy cascade
reading minds in my leisure lay
i could swallow pills til i'm pushin' daisies
on a monday, monday

skirt in with your mother
coming down from the rafters
im the panic in your pageant praise
storming the pariah
meant to lead in with dis-taste
all the mockery you set aside 

come on babe and crumble
in our canopy cascade
reading minds in my leisure lay
i could swallow pills
til im pushin daisies
on a monday, monday

come on see me darling
i'm a mess in a party dress
im addressed to your stark ends
i could swallow pills til
the morning after
or next. 
Track Name: Huntery Spokes
i drift in nails of titans
and well regards
i wish i could read lips
and crash my carrrr

ohhhhhhh x 4

dig all the graves you can
with no impulse
you're reason's wit
garage insufferable
Track Name: Rug (All That I've Got)
all that i've got
all that i've got is a rug
for you
x2

all the records that you know
all the words you throw around
all the lies that you perpetuate

all that i've got
all that i've got is a rug
for you
x 4

all the records that you know
all the words you throw around
all the lies that you perpetuate

this old rug has been rolled up
we've used every thread left
you could lay your head down
and go to sleep
this old rug's got everything
that you need

all that i've got
all that i've got is a rug
for you
x 4

all the records that you know
all the words you throw around
all the lies that you perpetuate

this old rug has been rolled up
we've used every thread left
you could lay your head down
and go to sleep
this old rug's got everything
that you need

all that i've got
all that i've got is a rug
for you
x 4
Track Name: Kneeling Towns, Paper Reservoirs
Once there was a tall blonde
running to the market street
once or two my self in the row
trembling these streets, oh

why can't you see
what's happening to you?
why can't you see
what's happening to you?

i've got a million questions on your path
fill me up with reservations, i just clap

do you?
do you?

sleep until the next day
sleeping on buses

why
don't
you
know
Track Name: Sprpunk
got a chrome bass
and a small face
we're the kids
shanghai'd in suburbia

hanging by the threads of our wine
memorizing (all the passage of time)

got a slow pace
and a posh space
we're the kids
crashed out and impervious

standing in the back of the line
cause you're friends are so remarkably fine
and this change is gonna set us awry~

got a new grand
and some trash cans
we're the kids
implied in perverse

harmonizing every trebly kind
when your mouth is an assembly line
so short cased in untimely grace
and i don't wanna comb my face!

new york in cold december
you won't pry the sleeves of pretender
taking all the gloves and the grime
polarizing all your Kerouac crimes

two cans cull amps in the bedlam
no nods to thee wed and the red one
when taxis have all gone to the sun
and passerby's so gently run
and i don't wanna run this race!

i don't wanna!
i don't wanna!
i don't wanna!
be on standby
Track Name: Washing Machine
i don't wanna be bought out
i wanna ride this wave
and butt out
cause cigarettes go so well with coffee
and company as pretty as you

in that case
well, maybe after breakfast
we could dive in your bed and you give me
a back scratch
i'll do the tile
in the kitchen
the floors and the wall

i will get electrocuted
trying to fix the washing machine
i take the refrigerator
on my back
and i'll pave the driveway

23 times i've seen her face
it still gets bigger
but she just stood there laughing
thinking she was prettier than me! oh!

trying to fix the washing machine x 3