One Man Houses

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Recorded partially in fall of 2010 and partially in fall of 2011.

credits

released 16 January 2012
Album artwork by Bryan Minnich.

Spirit Night on this album is:
Dylan Balliett - Vocals, guitars, bass on "Grasshoppers" and "Everywhere I've Gone"
Ryan Hizer - Bass on all other songs
Pete Wilmoth - Drums, backing vocals

Words and music written by Dylan Balliett except "Rubberneck" written by David F. Bello and backing vocal harmonies and drum parts written by Pete Wilmoth. The second guitar line on "Summer Clothes" is closely based on a similar one written by George Zatezalo in an early incarnation of Spirit Night.

Drums recorded by Ryan Hizer.
Bass recorded by David Klug.
Guitar, vocals, and other stuff recorded by Dylan Balliett.
Recorded at Grand Central Station in Morgantown, West Virginia; Dylan's parents' house in Shepherdstown, West Virginia; Mike and Amanda's house in Pittsburgh, PA; David Klug Studios in Pittsburgh, PA; and Dylan's closet in Brooklyn, New York.

Mixed and mastered by David Klug.

Thank you (from Dylan) to Pete Wilmoth, Ryan Hizer, David Klug, Anthony Fabbricatore, David Bello, Bryan Minnich, George Zatezalo, Brian Spragg, Michael Savage, Amanda Burris, Jared and Matt Mayle, Brice and Holt Barnitz, Sean Gibat, The Demon Beat (Jordan Hudkins, Adam Meisterhans, and Tucker Riggleman), Derrick Shanholtzer, Andy Smith, Aaron Dawson, Jamie Arnold, 骨球员, Hpn, freesound.org, Mom, Dad, Bridgett, Logan, Grandma, everyone who listens to this stuff and encourages me, and all my other friends.

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tags: pop punk punk folk garage indie rock lo-fi Brooklyn

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Track Name: Goodbye Jones
Things could be better.
I think I'd rather never know.
It's a shame that I have to now
That I have to go.
You killed all our future children
And burned down our home.
Our 60 years spent together,
I'm spending alone.
I guess this is goodbye, Jones.
Track Name: Kerouac
Well, you got out.
That's great!
You saved your life before it was too late.
Well, you got out.
Oh, I think that's great
But tell me how it was you got away,
Tell me how it was you got away.
Because I think I'd like to do that, too.
I think I'd like to do that, too.
Yeah, I think I'd like to leave like you.
I think I'd like to do that, too.
Yeah, I think-- do that, too.
I think-- do that, too.
Yeah, I think I'd like to leave like you.
Yeah, I think, I think

That when you come back, I'll be down
To shoot the shit, just sit around.
I bet you miss this fuckin' town.
I wanna miss it, too, but

I'm too busy reading Kerouac
To drive my car cross country
And I'm too busy to never look back
And see the things that they see.

Well, you got out.
You said you would.
I just didn't think that anyone here could.
Well, you got out
And I am stunned.
But tell me, what's it like out on the run?
Tell me, what's it like out on the run?

When you come back, I'll be down
To shoot the shit, just sit around
And you can show me all you've found
And how you found it, man, 'cause

I'm too busy reading Kerouac
To drive my car cross country
And I'm too busy to never look back
And see the things that they see.
Track Name: Summer Clothes
Well, the first time it hit
I was poised and ready to ignore it
But now it's back and
I think I'm finally starting to understand
So if you need me, I'll be out on the front steps
Filling empty bottles with cigarettes,
Spending all of my free time in one place,
Disappearing, leaving, oh, just this one trace.

When snow falls before leaves
And I'm trapped outside in summer clothes
I remember why I
Refuse to realize what everyone knows.
I can't smell the city anymore
Like they can't hear me pounding at the door.

I wasn't ready for that-- oh, no!
The silence on your end of the phone.
I wasn't ready for that-- oh, no!
I wasn't ready to be alone.
I'll still see you on Christmas and at Thanksgiving.
The hardest part is knowing I'll go on living
Easily without you there guiding me through.
I'll never need you now as much as I need to.

When snow falls before leaves
And I'm trapped outside in summer clothes
I remember why I
Refuse to realize what everyone knows.
I can't smell the city anymore
Like they can't hear me pounding at the door.

When I see you now, it feels so strange,
But I look around and then I say,
"Well, I'm at home."

When snow falls before leaves
And I'm trapped outside in summer clothes
I remember why I
Refuse to realize what everyone knows.
I can't smell the city anymore
Like they can't hear me pounding at the door.
Track Name: Everywhere I've Gone
Everywhere I've gone
Has been
The same place in the end:
Reflections of my head
In a shallow pond
I'm sinking in.
You'll only miss your friends
Or maybe just your bed.

As if my problem's geographical
And my brain's not the suitcase I'll stuff full
Of all the heavy memories
Of how I made my enemies
And drag behind me to a mirror town
Although those wicked feelings weigh me down
As I still try to run away
From what will always run the game.

Everywhere I've gone
Has been
The same place in the end:
Reflections of my head
In a shallow pond
I'm sinking in.
You'll only miss your friends
Or maybe just your bed.
Track Name: Rubberneck
The ony way I'll
Sketch your profile
Is in a shadow box
Because I can't see what
You like look, but
I trust my rocks.

Pasty, old, white.
Even though I might,
I know not to forsake
A face like aspirin,
Never sacharinne,
But you can cure my headache.

You can read my numbers
If you deal me out
A fresh deck.
Spell out my accident
If you stare me down
And rubberneck.

When you stay here,
I'm an engineer
But i wanted to play guitar
But then I signed up
You made your mind up
And I bought us a brand new car.

Be my Marge Simpson
While i unfasten
Your new black bra.
The back of my couch.
You're a red carpet
And you'll be my downfall.
Track Name: Better Off
Sometimes I think I'm better off eating dirt
Because I'd rather choke to death than wind up really hurt
And I see something creepy creeping up inside your skirt
But I'm not gonna try to get it.

And I'm not right inside my head.
It's just like everybody said.

Sometimes I think I'm better off taking pills
Because I found out feeling there's nothing I like to feel
And the numbness you describe isn't any less real
Than the pain I'm paying off now.

You're catching up on missed cigarettes from sleeping in too late
And I'm hoping I'm lucky enough to forget how they taste
And I was alive at the start of time and I'll be here in the end
When the planes crash down on the fucking town and you realize I'm your friend.

Sometimes I think I'm better off jerking off
Find a one bedroom for myself and that old dirty cloth
Because I'm shaking when they make me turn my head and cough
But fuck! I'd be shaking anyway.

But that's alright-- I'll just go to bed.

You're catching up on missed cigarettes from sleeping in too late
And I'm hoping I'm lucky enough to forget how they taste
And I was alive at the start of time and I'll be here in the end
When the planes crash down on the fucking town and you realize I'm your friend.
Track Name: Living Room
And you went outside
To the neighbors' lawn.
You thought you'd felt a buzzing in your pocket, but you
Must have been wrong.
And you turned around
And your friends are gone.
You wonder how you lost them when you'd held on to them
For so damn long.

And your headphones break
Every month or so
So there's not a song
For the long walk home.

But you'll be safe soon
With the Internet,
Posting some shit on Facebook that you couldn't know yet
You will soon regret,
Like you're not alone
In an empty bed
And your connection to the world around you isn't
All in your head.

And my heart still breaks
Every month or so
Over little things
So you would never know.

And I spent my life in your living room
Hoping that maybe something would happen soon.
I spent my life in your living room,
Weaving myself into a bottle cap and filter cotton cocoon.

And though the morning comes,
You won't see the sun.
Some nights can last the weekend or a lifetime before
They are ever done.

And though the morning comes,
You won't see the sun.
Some nights can last the weekend or a lifetime before
They are ever done.

And I spent my life in your living room
Hoping that maybe something would happen soon.
I spent my life in your living room,
Drawing myself to life in your old notebooks as a dumb, drunk cartoon,
Weaving myself into a bottle cap and filter cotton cocoon.
We may be laughing now, but I know it won't seem so
Damn funny soon.
You may be laughing now, but I know it won't seem so
Damn funny soon.
Track Name: The Last Time
I read your messages.
I must have been fifteen--
Old enough to know
Just what I had seen.

I know where you keep your letters
And I know where you keep the bullets to your gun.
I don't want to have to kill you.
I don't want to have to kill anyone.

It's happened all along.
It's gonna happen more.
She never had the strength
To keep driving past the store.

I know where you keep your letters
And I know where you keep the bullets to your gun.
I don't want to have to kill you.
I don't want to have to kill anyone.

That night,
Underneath the porch light,
I was the last to see her.
There were tears in her eyes.

The next day,
She was well on her way.
They had to ask why she left.
I had to tell your lies

The last time.
Track Name: Grasshoppers
I could wait until a better night to tell you the truth
With one end tied to the doorknob, one end tied to the tooth
Or I could knock it over, break it, and spill it all
And you could try to catch the pieces as they fall.
You know it's not exactly the most exciting time
When the blood on the sheets is always only mine
And the holes in the wall were designed so carefully
And the grasshoppers never sing for me.

You don't live here; you just rent a room
And if you go out, don't come home soon
But if you decide, you're staying in instead,
We'll fuck on the floor so you can't hear the bed.

I could wait until a better night to tell you the news:
We control our destinies so we're all destined to lose.
And I keep trying to find the things I might have missed.
Why would anybody ever trust us with this?
You know it's not exactly the most exciting time
When the blood on the sheets is always only mine
And the holes in the wall were designed so carefully
And the grasshoppers never sing for me.

You don't live here; we just share a womb
And if you go out, don't come home soon
But if you decide, you're staying in instead,
We'll fuck on the floor so you can't hear the bed.

You don't live here; you just rent a room
And if you go out, don't come home soon
But if you decide, you're staying in instead,
We'll fuck on the floor so you can't hear the bed.

I've been dying in a comfortable bed
And you've been leaving all your shit in my head
And they've been talking and it's not looking good
And we've been thinking and we think we should.