The Space and the Sea

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released June 1, 2013

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200 lurkers Cologne, Germany

Two friends, two continents, a series of happy accidents. What once began as an exchange of letters morphed into a collaborative process of crafting songs from opposite sides of the Atlantic. The resulting catalog reflects the patina of many rounds of revision and accumulation. 200 Lurkers blends two distinct musical aesthetics into songs that feature glimmering moments and makeshift voices. ... more

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Track Name: The Pilot
i saw the moon again: a pale escaped balloon beyond return, retrieval or arrival | there's a child somewhere shedding tears for it for letting it escape into the sky | a disappointment that you cannot cure with sweets not even with a new balloon | a disappointment that returns | with every night with each new moon | i know that you know that i am here | no, i'm not drunk but close to it | or yes, i am drunk with feelings that i rather | not had swallowed | i thought you would drink the same, my dear | you said it tasted fine but when i drank and did not look | you poured water in your wine | i know that you know that i am here | you know that i know that you're not near | forget all i have said | i'm really, really, missing you cause you are like the pilot you can make the metaphor come true | i know that you know that i am here | i know that you know that i am here
Track Name: 1st Day Love
i loved you from the first day | and that has not changed at all | though the years went on from springtime | to summer and to fall | we have won and we have lost friends | some have moved and some are dead | and the one thing i held on to | was the love we had | i loved you from the first day | and there hasn't changed much since | except that you've grown bitter | and told me to pack my things | i'm caught in my old feelings | you are caught in something new | i still feel like on the first day | except i'm here without you | the more i think about it | the more i think it's true | the only thing that has not changed | is my first day love for you
Track Name: Was One
this is a gray day if there ever was one | i'll never reach the borders of my boredom | this is a bad dream if there ever was one | it feels like i am bleeding but i don't know what from || sometimes nothing stays the same, my friend | when suddenly everything is violently different || this is a poor song if there ever was one | my tongue is flowering from biting on it too strong | i almost slipped on a piece of sucked out lemon | this is a cracked heart if there ever was one || sometimes nothing stays the same, my friend | when suddenly everything is violently different|
Track Name: Breathing Water
once you told me | how your father | took you swimming | years ago when you were young || and he told you | that his daughter | had a magic lung | and that you were able | breathing under water || when he swam another round | you tried though you could hardly swim | and almost drowned || i had trusted you | like you trusted your father | and now i am | breathing water
Track Name: Trees Lounge
"would you rather be deaf or rather be blind" she asked | the other night when we sat at some other bar | and it sounded to me like one of those first lines | of famous songs and i replied: "hey! that's quite bizarre | we are alone here at this bar and still i feel the presence of a star | it's you & me & steve buscemi" | then she handed me a package of pepper | in a caramel wrapper along with the bill | she whispered: "i can't protect you, baby | but maybe the spice here will | this is no ordinary night | we two are on a simulation flight | it's you & me & steve buscemi" | she said something like: "you and your virtual tenderness" | and i guess that was when i answered: "i know | you cannot always be with me but i will always have this memory | of you & me & steve buscemi" || hey starlight! | i can spot you here | among those million little lights you'll never disappear | your smile it covers half the northern hemisphere | hey starlight! | although you are not near | it only takes a cloudless sky to feel that you are here
Track Name: Cold Smoke
the party went out of hand | the kitchen is a mess and all the guests have left undressed | so now it's just the two of us | and a dozend dirty dishes || but let's not start to rub the stains | they will just get bigger, it will only make them bigger | let's never talk about tonight | and file it under failure || the men that you invited | were handsome & were strong and i just knew it would go wrong | the women here are pretty, too | except when you got near them || let's share the last wine brotherly | tomorrow our clothes will smell of old jokes and cold smoke | so cheers to us and to what's lost | it was well worth losing || if you think i did you wrong | i ask for your forgiveness | and if you think you did me wrong | i am forgiving you
Track Name: Headcrash
sometimes i forget which text i’m in | like i forget where i put the key or my guitar or what's your name | and i open one door after another | while in my back | the house is on fire | it smells like cinnamon | it smells like i am tired | with a chain of pain around my neck | i’m trying to win | against the smoke that i breathe in | when i sing. || a black hole for a heart | a white star for a mind | i am exploding quietly | into the ruins of a life | that once was dear to me. || and the mess words leave me with | is nothing i could ever grasp | i fill my pillow with broken glass | so i don’t have to dream | like gravity’s rainbow | in every color shines the halo of sparks | from the short circuit | made by the liquid | that is dropping | from my face | "every death is an end in the race | it’s a stopping and starting" | but it is not it is not | it’s a stopping a stopping a stopping! || my heart became a bone | my mind left me alone | everything is at its place except for you | from the broken lines in space | i can tell that it's not just the sun | but your face that curves the room as well || mobile phones | mobile homes | with the doorknob in the hand | that is burning hot | my life is turning | into a literary hold up | signs under fire | and a pilgrimage caught in a feedback knot | and this answers the question | whether or not | there is a god
Track Name: The Little Lighthouse
sometimes i wish i could talk to you in capitals because – you know – they're so BIG | and sometimes things are just too good to be true | and as bizarre as the photo in which marilyn is reading joyce | and as paradox as the race between achilles and the tortoise | just like that dream you have of a little life | without reason to hide | without reason to write || your eyes are filled with fear that you have known before | that out of the dark ocean sharks will jump upon the shore | - but good things never end || sometimes i wish i could talk to you in capitals but – you know – they are so BIG | i keep wearing my 'nerve bible' t-shirt here, halfway between heaven & my memory | here, where i keep a candle burning in my window every night | here, in the little lighthouse for a ship that went down long ago| sunken with torn sail and crushed by a whale || your eyes are filled with fear that you know from your past | that on the way from hand to mouth god will fall into the dust | - but good things never end
Track Name: The Nerves End at the Fingertips
all day long the day has been dying | all day long you said to me sighing: | "i can’t scream as loud as you’re laughing | and you’re laughing | and i can’t sing as loud as you love me | do you love me?" || the nerves end at the fingertips | i can’t do more than kiss your lips | and it’s the same old fear | we can be close but we will never || never be near || we’re bound by skin | we’re caught in flesh || all day long the day has been dying | all day long you sat there crying || the nerves end at your fingertips | the nerves end at your fingertips | and it’s the same old fear | we can be close but we will never || never be near || we’re bound by skin | we’re caught in flesh
Track Name: Ohne Dich
jetzt fängt das warten wieder an | der sommer kommt und du bist fort | und ich hätte nie gedacht dass man so allein sein kann || ich habe nur noch angst | das sagt sich so leicht und lebt sich so schwer | ohne dich schneit um mich die furcht in weissen, weichen flocken || hier bin ich mal wieder ohne dich || ich werd' wohl weiter warten | schreibe wieder neue lieder | doch kein lied auf dieser welt | kann mir deine nähe geben || hier bin ich mal wieder ohne dich
Track Name: Last Guest
girls who like girls | are sitting by the bar | and you are far and my friend says with someone else | as if i cared || i've got a thousand things to do | i've got pen and paper | i've got a fully charged battery | for my brand new ibook || i'm sitting by the river | sitting in some café | overtipping the waitress | because she smiled at me || girls who like girls | have paid and left the place | and i've been here for days looking out | for someone else | as if you cared || there are a thousand girls to kiss | i will bathe in beauty | and they will have the poetry | that you've been always lacking || i'm sitting by the river | sitting in some café | overtipping the waitress | because she smiled at me