Year Long Record

by Bo Bedingfield

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I'm not yet convinced that this is a great (or even good) idea:

In the evenings after work, on weekends between social and familial obligations (and as the old checking account permits) we've been working on recording some new material with David Barbe over at Chase Park Transduction down the street.

If you've made the mistake of talking to me recently after I've had a few cocktails, you know that I've been seriously debating the timing and method of releasing this album or EP.

It's a question of time and money, and of wanting to get something "out" but not wanting to rush and all those things that are annoying to talk about.

And so, burdened by such decisions and freed by the lack of general (or any, for that matter) interest in what I'm doing, I'm going to continually make and release a record for a year. We're going to keep recording it as we can, and I'll be adding songs as they are ready for the next 12 months.

So I'm calling it "Year Long Record" but I might just change it periodically. This is the fucking internet.

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released 10 March 2010

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Track Name: Texas Grrls (Somnambulator)
Hello, Texas girls
I am slowed and slurred
In a Waco bar
Drunk and uninsured
From a place in darkness to these lights

Save me for your last chance
Because I sway like my father's son
With a lilt in my past tense
A poor navigator, a somnambulator

There's a group of friends
Across from where I am
This one's half-way drunk
That one's born again
From a place in darkness to your lights

And I don't like fucking around
Track Name: The Despondent Correspondent
In the office, on the phone
I tried to call you but you're not at home
I shuffle papers, adjust my chair
I run my fingers slowly through my hair

I can see all the downtown bars
Lunching on the roof, throwing pennies at cars

I drink and drink, and slink through doors
Hum my high school fight song and write about the war
I read the paper, I know the score
I know the shit I do don't pay anymore

I can see all the downtown bars
Standing on the roof throwing bottles at cars

Hallelujah, hand me a beer
It's been a strange couple years