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All songs written by Jon Markson during the month of June, 2011. All songs recorded and mixed by Jon Markson on a Tascam 488 cassette multitracker. All songs mastered by Jon Markson on a computer.

Artwork by Mike Gulotta

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released June 30, 2011

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Track Name: Nero
I've climbed up on this ledge, so high
I'm pretty sure I can't come down, without falling
The hill is too inclined to see that I toss and turn this August

I'll be pickin thorns out of my side

The slightest might
of truth in practice
The darkest light
leaves dead in autumn
A 45 foot wall of statutes
to leave behind
The fear of loss,
or truth in practice
The darkest light
leaves dead in autumn
A 45 foot wall of statutes
to leave behind

I'll be right outside tonight
I'll be right outside if you need me
Track Name: Tell Me Why
Tell me why the ivy twine
Tell me why the stars do shine
Tell me why the sky so blue
And I will tell you just why I love you

Because God made the ivy twine
Because God made the stars to shine
Because God made the sky so blue
Because God made you is why I love you

I couldn't ask you to stay here
When he needed you there the most

Tell me why the ivy twine
Tell me why the stars do shine
Tell me why the sky so blue
Because God made you is why I love you
Track Name: 6/17
A year ago yesterday you were new to me
A year ago today you got used to me
I guess I'll show you around
Track Name: Such As This
Last year you were worthless
This year its worth it to tour on thanksgiving
Last year you were helpless
But now theres not a reason left to be livid
This year would have hurt less
If I found that one way ticket out of here
That turned out to be a friendship
God damn, it's not the one from last august

The ceiling floor lies beneath the bed
that you broke every night of that year

Along came December
waxing academic in an attic in allston
2 spliffs to spill the bucket
Of fear that had struck me when

I realized I was going to die
and there was still my ticket to find

But you found it first