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Pot Sounds

by Clarke and the Himselfs

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1.
Prologue 03:21
don’t make it bad cause you don’t think about distinguishing things I know it’s sad but they don’t know it’s not registering don’t make it bad cause you don’t want the same things don’t make it sorry cause you think discriminately don’t you worry about the things that we are not there’s no hurry to act it out don’t tear apart a loss but what do I do when things fall apart on you? but what do I do when things fall apart on you?
2.
Rewind 00:12
3.
I can’t define the state you’re in it’s hard to stay in lines within but you describe your innocence you’re faking it you’re faking it just like the time you saw us drawing near you’re in a kind of drawl to the atmosphere now you’re in a kind of fall that’s closing in don’t save me don’t save me don’t save me It’s hard to say you’re fine from down below when you’re in a binding tie with thought control but you can buy some time if you give in but you’re taking it you’re taking it just like the time you saw us drawing near you’re in a kind of drawl to the atmosphere now you’re in a kind of fall that’s closing in don’t save me don’t save me don’t save me don’t save me don’t save me don’t save me
4.
Arrest Me 03:40
so long relax, a kind, a call, you were a kind of a culprit mind, a kind doer I can’t decide to say, to stay to her a kind of decay in time, a stall, you were arrest, arrest, arrest, arrest, arrest, arrest me when I’m gone arrest, arrest, arrest, arrest, arrest, arrest me when I’m gone so long a sigh, a sign, a si, a site, a siren in sight, in time, in time, in time I can’t decide and can’t relax, I can’t hide it from myself relax, relax, relax, relax, rewind, rewind, rewind, rely, rely, rely well I can’t relax and can’t decide, I can’t hide it from myself it’s hard enough to find someone like you it’s hard enough to find someone like you so long relax, a kind, a call, you were a kind of a culprit mind, a kind doer I can’t decide to say, to say to her a kind of decay in time, a stall, you were arrest, arrest, arrest, arrest, arrest, arrest me when I’m gone arrest, arrest, arrest, arrest, arrest, arrest me when I’m gone it’s hard enough to find someone like you it’s hard enough to find someone like you
5.
Arab Lawns 02:46
we’ve been transfixed on Arab lawns raising our fists shooting our guns and now we’re vexed and time has gone we won’t be missed but not for long your brutal kiss awoke those kids who spoke in psalms provoking bombs yet you insist wringing your wrists where you have gone remains a hiss we’ve been transfixed on dates and palms through all these years we’ve sung along a decalogue of parting song rings through the land on Arab lawns.
6.
14 Lines 04:45
you told me fourteen lines in a kind of force which you could not define the time before if I could hold it to you would you know for sure? if I could hold it to you would you know it more? you think it’s by design that it’s your choice which makes you feel alright if you’ve chosen poor if I could hold it to you, would you know for sure? if I could hold it to you, would you know it more? don’t explain it when you know you realized before don’t explain it when you know they understood it more don’t explain it when you know you realized before don’t explain it when you know they understood it more you told me fourteen lines in a kind of force which you could not define the time before if I could hold it to you, would you know for sure? if I could hold it to you, would you know it more? don’t explain it when you know you realized before don’t explain it when you know they understood it more don’t explain it when you know you understood it more don’t explain it when you know they realized before
7.
now that it’s been dusted off maybe it’s better than it used to be now that we have gone and talked we don’t have to see what we used to see maybe we’ve had enough we don’t want to be what we used to be you just want to run away dividing up the time and space and then you think you had enough when you want to give it up now that it’s becoming true you don’t want to do what you have to do you know you gotta make it right but you don’t want to talk if you have to lie now you gotta see it through but you don’t want to know where it’s coming to you just want to run away dividing up the time and space and then you think you had enough when you want to give it up now that it’s been dusted off maybe it’s better than it used to be now that we have gone and talked we don’t have to see what we used to see maybe we’ve had enough we don’t want to be what we used to be
8.
Long Goodbye 02:40
It’s another season and I’m reasoning again with the same thing appealing to the sense it’s the same old feeling I forget could it be, it’s up to us if we decide? I’ll take the long goodbye anytime I’ll take the long goodbye anytime I’m confused as the rest of everyone I know even though we think we’re closer to the truth you can struggle with the same things we all do it’s another season and I’m reasoning again with the same thing appealing to the sense it’s the same old feeling I forget would you know it when you see it passing by if it’s all the same to you, if it’s all the same inside? what does it mean, when it means nothing is there something still to teach? even though it can’t be used, isn’t it something out reach? could it be, it’s up to us if we decide I’ll take the long goodbye anytime I’ll take the long good bye anytime
9.
you were married to the time and place you thought you knew you could get out somehow but you don’t know what to do there’s a place in town that’s haunted by the truth no matter where you are it’s staring back at you don’t sigh, sunshine, keeps a lasting view don’t mind and you’ll find what you already knew you were married to the time and place you couldn’t fix you could reach out but you don’t know where to put your fist there’s a joke that you know and you keep forgetting it you’re hanging on to the show that you know you’re gonna get don’t sigh, sunshine, keeps a lasting view don’t mind and you’ll find what you already knew don’t sigh, sunshine, holds a lasting beat don’t mind and you’ll find that you’ll get on your feet
10.
Raindrops 01:49
don’t explain, it’s already out in the light don’t expect raindrop tears from my eyes don’t explain, we’ve already waved goodbye don’t expect raindrop tears from my eyes but don’t eclipse what’s only left in my mind don’t expect raindrop tears from my eyes don’t explain, it’s already out in the light but don’t eclipse what’s only there in my mind
11.
Epilogue 03:53

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Recorded at FT. Lawton in Seattle and Engineered by Jim Roth on a historical Ampex MM 1200 2" Tape Machine. Pot Sounds is an Analog Analog Analog record being released by Scavenger Cult Records. It was made with love and care using the finest and most desirable vintage tube amps and Fender basses.

"Both listening to the recording take shape and watching Howell and Roth communicating almost without words, standing at the console, adjusting and fine-tuning each song’s many moving parts — which, when isolated, are revealed as totally locked-in — is a marvel. The songs here have a different feel than The Well-Rounded, still guided by Howell’s unaffected, vaguely British-sounding vocals — a little Bob Pollard, a lot David Bowie — but with less lo-fi crunch and more open space. On them, engineer Roth played various auxiliary instruments — slide guitar, some synths, bells — but is quick to clarify that Howell handled pretty much everything else — bass, drums, guitar, Wurlitzer, all the harmonies.

“It’s your Pet Sounds,” Roth exclaims, tongue firmly in cheek — the landmark Beach Boys album, which turns 50 this year, is, of course, a desert-island disc among audio engineers. But he’s not off-base, really. It’s got lots of hooks, lots of layers. One song has a chiming guitar refrain that conveys a similar instant nostalgia as Modest Mouse used to — to Northwest kids Howell’s age, a band as influential as Nirvana, if not more. At least two have almost Krautrock-like outros you get so lost in you aren’t sure if the song’s been going on for five, ten, 15 minutes — hell, could even be a lock-groove — but it’s so good it doesn’t matter."
- Charlie Zaillian (Big Takeover)

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released October 18, 2019

Clarke.......guitar, electric guitar, drums, piano, organ, bells,
bass, woodblock, shakers, recorder
Jim.........slide guitar(5), synthesizer(3,7), echoplex(4,5,9), organ (6)

Produced and Engineered by Jim Roth
Recorded at Ft. Lawton in Seattle, Washington-
From Sunday, December 6th to Monday, December 14th, 2015
Mixed on New Year's Day 2016
All songs written by Clarke and the Himselfs
Cover paintings by Mom
Calligraphy by Suzanne
Mastered by Mell Dettmer
Special thanks to Jim Roth for suggesting the title
Scavenger Cult Records 2019

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