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This is my first EP and I'm really proud of it. I'd like for as many people to hear it as possible, so please don't be shy about downloading it.

Thanks for listening,

Max

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released July 13, 2011

All tracks recorded, mixed, and mastered at Red Vault Recording in Portland, ME by Pete Morse.

Site design by Kathryn Thomas. Sketch by Sophie Nelson.

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Track Name: In City Light
I been perched at high rise windows
Since I took concrete for the field
I been staring out these windows
At the hungry city wheel

And I hear we’ve been wasting our time
Talking windfalls and flooding our minds
But we got hollows full of wild hope
Might look like fear in city light

So I been slapping cowskins now
Stretched tight across a drum
And I been bopping my knees up and down
Keeping time to no one

And I been dancing in hallways
But I play it down when someone comes
So for each and every long day
I get ten, I get ten forgotten ones

And I hear we’ve been wasting our time
Talking windfalls and flooding our minds
But we got hollows full of wild hope
Might look like fear in city light

Oh I been just a whale in the waves
I been showing my head but I don’t stay
Oh I been writing I been writing my days down
Been writing so much writing’s all I write about

And I hear we’ve been wasting our time
And I’m terrified of wasting my time
But we all got things beneath our bedframes babe
That find us in the day they find us in the day sometimes

So I will stare out of these windows
And I will see the city now
And as I turn the wheel and feed the flow
I will find the open spaces in the crowd

And I hear we’ve been wasting our time
And I’m terrified of wasting my time
But I got hollows full of wild hope
May it show in city light
May it show, may it shine
Track Name: As Much a Rising Sun as a Setting One
Took a thousand years
Took a thousand years
For the weeds to bend
And the windows shake
I’m always running and I’m always late
I don’t want to say the sun rose for me
But I move, I move, I move, I move
And every time she stands up I do too

Took a dying house
Took a dying house
To lean its way into the lake
While the heron bends and the heron waits
Lake weeds grow from the muck to the sky
In time, in time, in time, in time
So every time they go I stay behind

In the wind, in the weeds, I know
I know she falls in the wind, in the weeds,
I know, I know she falls in the
Wind in the weeds and a tickle my knees
And a dry my shirt on a line in the breeze
I don’t want to say the sun burns for me
But I see, I see, I see, I see
And everything she falls on I believe

Took a wink of her eye
Took a wink of her eye
To send me back to the overgrown shore
Give my boat to the weeds I don’t need it anymore
I’m gonna sit with books that I read before
But didn’t get, didn’t get, didn’t get, didn’t get
So every time they ask I’m not ready yet

Took a thousand years
Took a thousand years
To plant my feet in the knee high grass
For the wind to come but it too shall pass
So I try to pay attention when I got the time
And the mind, and the mind, and the mind, and the mind
But she comes and goes and with her goes the light

In the wind, in the weeds, I know
I know she falls in the wind, in the weeds,
I know, I know she falls in the
Wind in the weeds and a tickle my knees
And a dry my shirt on a line in the breeze
I don’t want to say the sun burns for me
But I see, I see, I see, I see
And everything she falls on I believe

I wanna see myself turning into
Something like the weeds in the wind
Like the weeds in the wind

And the wind in the weeds and a tickle my knees
And a dry my shirt on a line in the breeze
I don’t want to say the sun burns for me
But I see, I see, I see, I see
And everything she falls on
Everything she falls on I believe
Track Name: The Dancer and the Politician
Sitting in the snow now is half of a chain
And his steps are like sticks
Birds place on their nests
As he runs like hell
And the other half hangs
On her neck where she sleeps
With the swan where it sings
Know I won’t wither and
When you’re running watch where your feet land
Where your feet land

Wild rang the bells with the ribbons she held
In her hands while she danced
With drummers all around
Slapping cowskins and
Staring at her hips
In a broke café
In the busy part of day
And as the way it goes, goes
Scientists were scratching at her windows
At her windows

Catch him in the winter cause he’ll never stop
Running in his white shirt his thin rubber soles
Catch him in the winter cause he’ll never stop
Running and he won’t see the swan for the snow
He won’t see the swan for the snow

He was a wrestler on the wires
A runner in the thick
And he felt freedom like smoke feels a flue
The way her chest heaved
He said he never noticed it
But looked up like a dog
Like the sky don’t know blue
And everything he stood, stood
For was well-regarded by everyone
By everyone

She said it on the corner of Daga Lake Drive
In the windfall the lake froze
Over and the geese were gone
“I think that you’re tired of life”
And his sky crashed down
Yeah his sky crashed down
And I won’t wither and
When you’re running watch where your feet land
Where your feet land

Catch him in the winter cause he’ll never stop
Running in his white shirt his thin rubber soles
Catch him in the winter cause he’ll never stop
Running and he won’t see the swan for the snow
He won’t see the swan for the snow

I tried to say our hearts were always in our heads
There’s no apple where our love goes
Apple where our love goes now

I tried to say my dance is a simple scientist
Got no roses where it comes from
Roses where it comes from now
Track Name: Lightning
Policeman came asking me where Katy is
I said she left awhile back with the Frisco Bay Circus

She might’ve spent her summer nights in the whiskey tent as a clown
Living off her fans and five-finger discounts

She probably grew out the hair on her legs and her underarms
Said if you want to be her lover all you need is a humble heart

Thunder in the west she had us begging to be struck like trees
My crazy baby she was right about some things

She left me for a girl who swung on trapeze swings
Swam naked in the bay setting fire to the willows and the weeds

She told the cops she grew up between the devil and the wide pacific
But at least with the devil what’s right ain’t so specific

When she got out she started riots at the Frisco Family Court
Said if you want to be her lover all you need is a humble heart

He said she’s accused of arson and perjury
I said she’s not a liar but she sets fire to things

Thunder in the west she had us begging to be struck like trees
My crazy baby she was right about some things

I heard last night her latest lover laid her down to rest
In the black funeral gown that she wore as a nightdress

Policeman said you should’ve told me that in the first place, now
She ain’t causing any fuss if she’s lying alone in the grave, in the ground

I guess he don’t know there’s like a thousand of her now
Moving round the west coast burning things up and down

He said she’s accused of arson and perjury
I said she’s not a liar but she set fire to me

Thunder in the west she had us begging to be struck like trees
My crazy baby she was right about some things
Track Name: Gone
The creek swells in August now
Years after the bridge fell down
We wrote our names on the debris
Cops called it graffiti

A rug-burned boy let minnows chew
Dead white skin that clung onto
The soles of his feet

He fell in love as fast as flies
With trees and suns and big green eyes
And apologized but said some things are staggering

Oh my god he whispered in
Her ear her dress lay on the rocks
At the creek she screamed she said
You swore at me

Gone awhile, gone awhile, gone awhile, I’ll be gone

He kissed her and away she ran
Blue sky behind her dress in hand
Oh my god he said aloud he dove into the creek

His body scraped across the stones
The crayfish stirred the creek-bed moaned
Oh so many things he thought are staggering

She came back down and brought the night
The cool smoke smell the fireflies
And apologized
You, she said, you startled me

The creek swells in August now
Years after the bridge fell down
He wades in to his waist
The current takes him in