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by Casual Sunday

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about

an album about love and loss and numbers and places

(best listened to on headphones or loud, loud, gorgeous speakers)

credits

released November 2, 2013

shortcuts written, recorded, and produced by casual sunday (check individual tracks for credits)
mastered by marcy nabors
art by robert j! lake

casual sunday are:

michael guy bowman (iambowman.com)
david ellis (alunaticsdaydream.bandcamp.com)
robert j! lake (spellmynamewithabang.tumblr.com)
yishan mai (catbossaudio.tumblr.com)
marcy nabors (shadolith.tumblr.com)
corbin pangilinan (endlessconsideration.tumblr.com)
nat wesley (natbird.bandcamp.com)

featuring contributions by james ellis, clouds haberberg, and samm neiland

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about

Casual Sunday Chicago, Illinois

people who have made music by themselves and who are just now figuring out how to do it with other people.

we're still learning

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Track Name: Chicagoland
everything falling up again
broken and beautiful honesty

the earth shrugs and stares at herself
at least it will be over soon

mix your story with mine
hold your breath in my sigh

i'm alone here
and i wish that i wasn't
but at least i have peace and quiet

i look out my window
at the cold winter light
it shines in my eyes
and it sings
Track Name: North Walk/South Walk
wait
wait
wait

walk sign is on
walk sign is on
walk sign is twenty seven

twenty six

twenty five

twenty four

twenty three

twenty two

twenty one

twenty

nineteen

eighteen

seventeen

sixteen

fifteen

fourteen

thirteen

twelve

eleven

ten

nine

eight

seven

six

five

four

three

two

one

wait
wait
wait
wait
wait
wait
wait
wai
Track Name: Pulse
On noisy urban nights
A pulse beneath the skin
Lose sight of the evening sky

The cold fluorescent lights
The bodies pressing in
Each page a new place to hide

A look that’s calling out
A draw to meet their eyes
So nervously turn aside

A human connection?
Then head for the escape
The doors close the moment slips away

On noisy urban nights
In scraps of poetry
All lost to the world outside