FAUX PHOTOS - DON'T EVER STOP

The idea for this album came about towards the end of production on Awkward 
Songz (since Mal was doing most of the producing on that album, I had a lot 
of time to think about what I wanted to do next). In all, these 11 songs 
took me almost two years to write and record (actually, Modern Art was 
recorded about 4 years ago, when I first moved to Seattle).

Everything on this album was written and played by myself.

At least four songs were cut out of this album that will be available in the 
future as an EP.

Thanks for listening and stuff!!

love,
Jacob (aalipop @ yahoo.com)
floate.com

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TRACKLIST with lyrics:

1. Worst Promise Ever (3:25)

	well, we were young enough that we forgot about us
	we're hiding in the closet, just dying to forget about the world
	foucault is on the table, we're learning japanese
	"dame-- YOSH, IKUZA!"

	i don't wanna be your foreign words
	i don't wanna be your dizzy intellectual
	i don't want to be your reflection of doubt
	if you toss that all aside, i swear that i will live until i die

	well, we were dumb enough the we left it all behind
	we're rolling in the grass, just dying to forget about the past
	yeah, but i'm only in time with you if you're always in time with me
	SO GET UP!

	I'm on your side, if you're on my side


2. The Adventures of Erstwhile Evans (5:08)

	this is my time machine, I ride it every day
	from the middle of a west coast dream
	to the shore of an east coast beach
	i can remember everything since birth;
	on a time machine i ride

	but this machine is out of tune
	the sound is never right
	it sighs when it should be loud
	and cracks when it should take off
	it leaves me where i sit
	on a boat, with a song in my head

	and i don't even care
	you can drop me in the sea
	or at the base of the steps
	of all my lovers homes
	either way
	they were always the same

	i should get right out of town
	i should split myself in two
	i should forget about this growing gut
	and remember my shrinking heart
	i can almost feel it beat
	like a clock, too shy to tell the time

	this is my time machine, i ride it every day
	from the bottom of a sunken bed
	to the back of a west bound train
	i have forgotten everything since birth;
	on a time machine i ride

	and i don't even know
	why the moon might pull the tide
	over the land that leads me back
	to all my wasted days
	well, either way
	i always loved the sea

	i don't even care
	you can shoot me into space
	or at the fields where i grew up
	you can obliterate my youth
	well, either way
	i was always the same


3. Big Ups (3:18)

	if you're a writer, then i'm a book
	about a room in your home
	but i don't know what the air feels like
	as you describe

	so sort it out
	i'm lost in all your pithy acts of reason
	sort it out
	you are the air, you are the quiet tension
	that i live by

	if you're a singer, then i'm a microphone
	you're always overblown
	out
	give me some time and i'll sort it out
	i'll run
	i'll run to the store, i'll calm your nerves
	just stop cracking up

	shout it out: 
	you're on the map, you know the score, you're lethal
	shout it out:
	you started over, you're better now, you've got it!
	but you don't care


4. five cities later (3:31)

	well, i know you'll never change
	but that's not really why i left
	i know you'll never move
	yeah, you'll stay here all your life

	well, i must look like a photograph to you
	when i hang my head and part my hair in two
	you know i'll never change
	we're just two stubborn birds in flight

	you must know that i'm never coming home
	but i thought you should know that i loved you all along
	visalia, my dear
	we're just two lonely birds in flight


5. go? where? what? (4:30)

	the truth is that i'm really just a soft boy
	and i'm afraid, pretty soon, that i'll break
	with all these cigarettes and these cheap beers
	but as long as it's with you, that's fine

	i'm not so bad
	i'm not a cynic
	i'm just a poor old boy who tells bad jokes

	the truth is that it's been a long time and i'm lousy
	at all these sorts of things
	yeah, i know
	and if i ever knew how, well i've forgotten
	all i need is some time to adapt

	no i'm not sad
	just a little lonely
	and i don't mean all those things that i sing
	i might be scared
	but i'm not bitter
	and i don't wanna break your heart
	so, come on!

	well, i don't know you that well yet, i suppose
	you might be a heart attack or a dead phone line
	you could be anything
	but that don't matter now
	that's the thing: i like you now

	the truth is that i'm really just a soft boy
	i'm like a bunch of feathers
	so, let's go
	if i ever walked straight
	well, i lost it
	but i can lay on the ground and just pretend

	these shoes are dead
	they're not made for walkin'
	but i've come a long, long way and i'll still go on
	i might be scared
	yeah, but i'm not tired
	and i don't wanna break your heart
	so, come on


6. oh please, elouise (2:55)

	elouise, i'm here
	a whole letter away
	send only ellipses and spaces
	because i know words are hard

	i don't need a voice
	i don't need a picture
	i just need a sigh and a habit
	and a place to fall asleep

	i'm tired of this place
	and i don't mean this city
	just all of this ambiguity
	that i'm stuck in between

	i thought you were dead
	you thought i was a failure
	i know about that look, it don't mean anything
	but i fell for it again

	elouise


7. 1,000 x maybe (4:09)

	i started a war
	between desperate bodies
	between all of this fiction
	between our indifference
	
	well, don't make me give up
	i've lost just about all faith in the
	human race and the way we've learned how to love

	but i know your face
	yeah, i've seen it around
	the one with fashion tastes
	the one with melodrama

	well, give me the drama
	my life is boring
	anything as long as you don't break my heart

	i hate your hair
	i hate your almond eyes
	but they go with your stare
	and that's a shame because that was my favorite part of you

	well, you know how to cry
	and you know how to laugh
	but you don't know how to stop
	and that can be the best part

	don't eat your heart out
	don't make me say it again
	everyone still loves you in the end

	you know it's true
	i like your lips and i like your pseudo-intellect
	i've got mine too
	the only difference is that i can't fool anyone
	i'm so remiss not to be any braver than this
	just don't think i'm bitter
	no, i'm just waiting for the right time to be happy

	i'll write you songs
	and i'll make you dinner
	i'll fuck up good
	yeah, that's the way it goes

	so please just expect it
	and if you could would you smile at me and say,
	"all i know is that i like the way you feel."


8. the spitting image (4:02)

	holly golightly, my dear, what's your name?
	i see those dry-martini-day-eyes have served you well
	i know you're a girl of indifference, but you still say
	"my foul mouth, my patience, my pillow"
	"they're all yours"

	am i always alone?	
	have i always been dumb?
	if i ever went outside
	my eyes would explode

	my voice is a pattern of limits
	no high end
	but my soul is a secret of hope
	a quiet low

	have i ever been in love?
	do i love all i see?
	is it all just a matter of greed?
	how i long to get away
	how i long to never leave
	oh, i long to be content with my place


9. dense air bedroom (4:54)

	the patterns on the sheets
	they grow around your arms
	and you let them come
	you let them cover up your face
	this room is lost
	no one knows to find us here

	we're sleeping far too much
	in bodies like the night
	that block out the sun
	your arms are like the moon
	over my head
	how can you move on nights this cold?

	acoustic guitars hum
	gravel voices wail
	they carry the space,
	they carry the air between our chests
	heavy and warm
	when compressed, it overflows

	the patterns on the floor
	flow around your head
	and etch on your hair
	cut to show time and left in bowls
	down at our feet
	who knew so little could fill so much?


10. tired song (4:32)

	another week at home
	another hungry day
	your back is on the floor
	the phone is on the bed
	
	don't pick it up when your will is crushed and your head stops
	don't give it up
	don't close your eyes, you forget the older you get
	don't run away

	you're out of your mind
	you only ponder on the bus
	you were never any good at anything
	and you fight stay awake

	but get up, we're there
	everyone is waiting
	and you're late, as always
	you'll never get to sleep


11. modern art (1:36)

	you took away my ghost
	you took away my good intentions
	and i was layin' on the floor
	when your head made an impression on my stomach

	if you look real close, yeah you can see
	all the deterioration
	of your hair strands and the breakdown of my health
	and my money

	there's no way that this is over yet
	'cuz nothing ever is


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Lyrics and music are copyright Jacob Ferguson 2006