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by Lawrence, Jennifer & Nora and the Janitors

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credits

released August 8, 2013

Josh Thornton plays all the instruments on Side A (tracks one through seven, as Lawrence, Jennifer) except additional guitar by Taylor Stockert and the Blonde Sasquatch. All recordings were made by Josh Thornton at the 515 Boys Club.

Nora played and recorded all the instruments on Side B (tracks eight through fifteen). Blake Burbach recorded Nora's vocals. All recordings were made at Makoché Studios in Bismarck, ND during the summer of 2012.

The album was mixed and mastered by Nora at Makoché Studios in the summer of 2013.

Black and white film photographs by Olivia Ridge, Michael Oberlander and Jake Rice. Album artwork and design by Nora.

Huge thanks to everyone, especially Blake Burbach and David Ross for all the studio help. It couldn't have happened without you.

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Track Name: Lawrence, Jennifer - The Cowboy State
Sitting in front of the TV
Dullness is a symptom of soberness
Yelling, screaming, and venting
Daily doldrums is a way of life

Awkward silence and awkward conversation
Put a blindfold on the past’s causation
“So what do you know?
“Not much, nothing new.”
“So what else do you know?”
“Same, nothing else has come thru.”
You call my phone and I simply ignore
You’re not at home, but in The Cowboy State banging a whore

“I’m going to Wyoming, happy birthday.”
“Alright later, safe travels on your way.”
Track Name: Lawrence, Jennifer - (Ex-Girlfriends) Pretending to Have Cancer
The not-so-unfortunate girl, she’s pretending to have cancer.
Those non-sensical sentences and non-sense name drops.
You wear them like false teeth to undermine what’s actually beneath.
Here, take an Efferdent to clean and supplement those fucking teeth.

Bitch.

It’s the girl pretending to have cancer.
She never had cancer; she really doesn’t have cancer.
She never had cancer.

Dedicated to my first real girlfriend. I’m not sure if you ever really had cancer, but fuck it, oh well.
Track Name: Lawrence, Jennifer - Another Metaphysical Writing
Am I really experiencing this?
I remind myself with a clenched fist.
The clouds they clot my vision.
This reality is nothing but indecision.

I’m awake, is this really happening?
I think, therefore I am.
I’m awake, is this really happening?
I must be, ‘cause this quesadilla just tastes so good.

The days they move through fragments and phrases.
While everything I do can slip through this haze.
Moments of clarity interject,
While I just leave everything else unchecked.

I’m awake, is this really happening?
I think, therefore I am.
I’m awake, is this really happening?
I must be, ‘cause this Baja Blast just tastes so good.

According to the Greek Sophist Gorgias in On Non-Being:
The non-existent does not exist insofar as it is non-exists, it exists or is. The existent does not exist either. If the existent exists it is either eternal, created, or both created and eternal. If it is eternal then it has no beginning. If it has no beginning, then it is infinite. If it is infinite, it is nowhere. If it is anywhere, then it can’t be spatially infinite. If it can’t be anywhere, it cannot exist. If it is created then it has been created out of the existent or the non-existent. It can’t be created from the existent because the existent doesn’t yet exist. It can’t be created from the non-existent because the non-existent can’t create anything. The eternal and created cancel each other out. Neither the non-existent nor the existent exist.

Dillon, John and Gergel, Tania. (eds.). (2003). The Greek Sophists (pgs. 67-75). Great
Britain: Clays LTD. Print.

A moment can blow by or last forever
Or this might not even be a real endeavor.
They say that this might be subjective.
Does it reside in my mind or in the objective?

I’m awake, is this really happening?
I think, therefore I am.
I’m awake, is this really happening?
I must be, ‘cause this Taco Bell tastes so fucking good.
Track Name: Lawrence, Jennifer - Flapper
North, north by north-east.
East, east by south-east.
South, South by south-south west.

Pause.

Drop some soma, cures dangling feet.

South-south, south-west by south-south east.
South-east, east by east.
North-east by north.

Drop some soma, cures dangling feet.

“Slowly, very slowly, like two unhurried compass needles, the feet turned towards the right; north, north-east, east, south-east, south, south-south-west; then paused, and, after a few seconds, turned as unhurriedly back towards the left. South-south-west, south, south-east, east…”

Aldous Huxley – Brave New World
Track Name: Lawrence, Jennifer - Wow
Your raccoon eyes and red skin
Peer into me as you win.
I gaze vacantly at the TV before me.
Refracted electronic prisms pulsate as I see.

Wow

My mind is easily arts and entertained,
Stupidity that turns out so great.
Brandi, thank you for your cooperation,
To aid in the fact of my stimulation.

Wow
Track Name: Lawrence, Jennifer - Josh Thornton Also Rises
It’s hard to recover
From post-trilogy stress disorder.
After Mordor and mini-putt,
Josh Thornton rose from the tourist trap of Medora.

She ran Anne Hathaway with my teenage heart.
I’m just Heath Ledger joking, I once greeted her by name.
Hardly any chemistry in chemistry class.
Now, even less, my neck would only crane.

I put Axe in my hair to fix this mess
And crack a Coke to open some happiness.

It’s still hard to recover
From post-trilogy stress disorder.
I saw Mt. Doom and missed the 4M Revue.
“Do you guys work in here?”
Haha, laughing as we withdrew.
I’m going to head back to UND for some living,
Maybe I’ll get to finally do some re-living.
Someday soon, I’ll strap on those rollerblades,
‘Cause I’ll be in love and the rest will all fade.

I put Axe in my hair to fix this mess
And crack a Coke to open some happiness

I’m really never going to recover
From this post-trilogy stress disorder.
Ahhh, fuck it.
I’m never going to recover
From post-trilogy stress disorder.
Royal Raceway was Obie’s Bane.
Some things really never change.
Track Name: Nora and the Janitors - I Should Be Dead
Hours go
Rivers flow
I am apart
I am a part
In the terror of life and death
In the terror of life and death
It was a promise I kept
It was a promise I kept

empty those coat pockets
let me ask if I can
when the floodlight shines
will it stay to the end?

what was it you said?
when the morning comes
will it take you instead?

I should be dead.
Track Name: Nora and the Janitors - Banister (21 Vorticists Buy Hale Street Like It's Nothing)
but I’m not that kind of banister
wood and cut and carrier home
cliches happen when they’ve got a straight direction
planned a street getaway to where it were known
past the sweet drink hold it right in front a capital A
for “A quick way to carry me home”
then but for a brief second it’s written out of England
ripped from 1921 and resewn into a tome

send him off on his way
turn a gallon into staring contests
until he can’t feel his legs
send him off on his way
turn a gallon into staring contests
until you throw him through the banister

lost keys locked door so ya
sleep under the bridge past the porno store
what do you use
your consciousness for?
the west coast is the eastern shore
lines up like a banister, water
flows free through the posts
sand caught pulls down
‘til all that’s left is your ghost

fell asleep. It was July
woke up. It was November
Did I kill that cop? I can’t remember

21 vorticists make a fortune leasing mineral rights to Halliburton. Each steals a barrel (no one’s lookin) spins a wheel, spills the oil down the Medway, lights a match, pots and cups, flame the river, fire clay. 21 vorticists are burning to pour with it. 21 vorticists are burning to pour with it. Now.
Track Name: Nora and the Janitors - One Hell of a Drag of a Mess
everybody’s trash is finally coming ‘round to me
Track Name: Nora and the Janitors - 11.59.60.American Academy of Sleep Medicine
Maybe it was how tall she is. Maybe ... I knew her, she knew me. We just felt safe. There it was. It was all that mattered. It was all we needed. She talked like I’m a real person. I spent my time proving there’s nothing I wouldn’t let her take. We just felt safe.

I slipped the dream again. I wave to forfeit. I had my chance, I blew it, fuck it.
Smoke in the cottonwoods is running water over our heads like looking up from the bottom of the lake; let’s take a bath in the middle of the day. I’m breaking, I’m breaking to reach to you. If you add that second, will it stop? The fog is wounded, I’m waiting to exit, but there’s nothing like waking up, nothing like waking up.

We’d rather die than stifle in the arms of our parents. I had my chance, I blew it, fuck it.

Another cancer with a can to spray I’m not the contest piss Don’t think of me that way I’m not a man of fist to chest or trusting names with zeal of single traits Don’t think of me that way Don’t think of me that way

Smoke in your black sweater is where my face buried all the memories of you went I was there at the beginning, the middle, the end You bolted up when the rain fell on the tent
Track Name: Nora and the Janitors - Pilot car follow me
I saw David Morse.
The actor? Yeah.
walking on Rosser
walking on Rosser

I asked him what it felt like to die
“do you regret leaving your daughter?”
I asked him what it felt like to die
“do you regret leaving your daughter?”

Ouais. Ouaip, certes oui.

I especially liked the scene
where she says, Daddy I’ll grow up to be
an alcoholic vegetarian
What’s that supposed to mean?
All calls are being screened

When I look at my body and see it moving
see it shifting fluids
I feel the blood in my brain
and my lungs do the breathing -
that’s the feeling, that’s the feeling I imagine you have.

Zach G
swings by in his jeep
going a hundred miles and thirteen
torso out the window shouts, Pilot car follow me
Track Name: Nora and the Janitors - Pyramid
what’s that in the distance?
It’s not a monument, it’s
not a pyramid, it’s
not white paint. Fire plastics
it’s too bright, I can’t see
stuck in the thick of my neck
a burning spider having sex
it’s too bright, I can’t see
she’ll be dead
before it’s dark again.
midnight glare hits his shades
but he’ll still watch the flare from space
he calls me up from on top of that bluff
says, “My life’s a waste”
it’s too bright, I can’t see
your eyes are ashen
but if you had ‘em you’d cry with me
it’s too bright, I can’t see
Track Name: Nora and the Janitors - The Spur Road
I loved you before
he ever met you
I’ll keep
my mouth
shut.

You walked in that door
and I look forward
where there’s
no breath
but

I watched him take you
time knows those who
need fall
down with
it

But time’s moving on
you‘re golden and strong
I hope
to see
you meeting new loves.

burn that paper
drive North, ashes scattered
spend my nights alone
on the Spur Road

You pound those ties down
the railcar speeds now
until
you bury
it.

But the spurs, they rise up
in the heat of winter
before
that hole’s
fixed.

I’m fallen, slipping
beneath the sleepers.
I long
to find
her.

burn this letter
drive North, ashes scattered
spend my nights alone
on the Spur Road

Can’t you see I’m dying here? I’ve been so far without you but can’t you come home? Without you I’m trying to kill the hope inside of me. I refuse to replace the abandoning. Drive the spikes into the mourning. Puncture lungs and breathe.

But the streetlamps move to the moon
and the wheat blades move while the sun’s down
I am glad
to be alive
right now.

I loved you before
he ever met you
I’ll keep
my mouth
shut.
Track Name: Nora and the Janitors - Laura
I want to cut the bullshit out from everything
walk 10,000 miles with no hope
or self-praise to sing
and when I return, I’ll sit around a table with my parents and eat
charcoal burning
in our backyard on our patio on 10th street.

there’s a prison walking down the coast
on the coast there’s a prison walking down
there’s a prison walking down the coast
on the coast there’s a prison walking down
there’s a prison in my face
there’s a prison in my chest
there’s a prison in my arms
there’s a prison in my legs
there’s a prison in my dick
there’s a prison in my waist
there’s a prison in my veins
there’s a prison in my veins

If I scream hard enough
can I shatter these walls?
You ask, What am I called.
I want to be a

There’s nothing more strange
than your hometown and the body you grew up with
and the probability that that’s what you’re given.

What are the chances I’d get what I got - and how do I accept it?
When you tell me that I’m in the wrong -
I say I know, I can feel it, I can feel it.

I want to be a girl.

She’s driving tonight with her daughter and her wife.
She’s driving tonight with her little baby girl and her gun-slinging wife.

The kingfisher takes flight from it’s twin
she’s everyone now
brings the sweet bay leaves to the calluna
gives life to the ground.

She’ll be a girl.

When you’re looking at him, she’s all you see.
He’s standing right in front of you; she’s all you see.