Sincerely, Swimtrunks

by Couch Jackets

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We're so thankful that you're listening to our new EP, “Sincerely, Swimtrunks.” If you'd like to dive deeper into the underlying concept and meaning behind it, you can check out the links you'll find in the lyrics of each song and listen to our first EP, “Doldrum Dreams”! The two complete EP's represent our struggle to find life’s purpose, an exploration to apathy and back, “Doldrum Dreams” being the internalization of irrelevance, and “Sincerely Swimtunks” an attempt to reinvent life’s motivations. We hope that you too can find solace in our examination and auditory expression of one of life’s biggest questions! =)

Utmost thanks to everyone who helped us make this record. Thanks to Darian Stribling for helping us track so much of this, Jordan Trotter for mastering, Molly Wheat and Ben Drain for their help on Rocket Quaffle, Molly again for the spectacular album art that she gifted us, our best friend and roommate Jaren Evans for supporting and aiding at every turn, Jacob "Bubby" Phillips and Reed Gotcher for offering to let us use some of their recording equipment, Jeremy Buethe for letting us use the bass line he wrote for Mr. Mojojojo, Katie Larson for her Cello work at the beginning of Aloha, Chris Sloan for his comedic lines in the original and rework of Thigh Tattoo, and to the rest of our families and loved ones most of all.

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released October 15, 2016

Music, Lyrics, Mix by: Couch Jackets
Recorded at: Blue Chair in Austin, AR
Mastered by: Jordan Trotter of Lockheed Sound
Artwork by: Molly Wheat of Tiny Bird Wings Creative

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Track Name: Rocket Quaffle
www.youtube.com/watch?v=6r7DqEz1O4E

Staunch reputation,
you can't give a hug without rebound,
bouncing around anxiety bound
for Chinese finger traps wound from
mental gout in your gut that just won't give it up.
Rode the bluff on the bus
that you don't give a fuck,
(but I do, but I do, but I do)
by the blunt, some are just more corrupt and
cops wont (don't) always cuff,
sometimes don't put trust in the government.
Your time turns to rust when you find the fear
thrust inside of us.
It's a wondrous lust:
the golden buzz or the bust.

Cynics live
inside a lie,
they wonder, "why?"

They wonder why
we wander by and
then we die.

They feel
to cry is shy,
they wonder, "why?"

They wonder why
we'd wander by
(we'd live a lie)
and then we'd die.

They wonder why
we wander by
(we live a lie)
and then we die.

You don't,
you don't know so I don't,
I don't care cause you know,
you know where my lies go.
Track Name: Mr. Mojojojo
www.youtube.com/watch?v=AY8DiJEy6WQ

Mr. Mojo's on the horizon
surfing the spin of the stars
deceived at first by their magnetic gravitude

for at closer observation
they seemed immensely stellar
ever unswallowed by the nova's
of a friend they call
a neighbor
of a friend on the run

though their core's a warm place
their surface screams fire
destined to choke on the ash as it clogs every hole
and seeps like a sweat
cremation
Track Name: Thigh Tattoo
www.youtube.com/watch?v=JWq4yXpuRJE

"In my car the other day, I hear this, "love." And in it, they compare to love. And I don't think that's right. To love: I don't think that's peaceful."

Katherine,
you were drinking coffee by the mic stand
i ran by and took a sip
the earth spins,
now i'm gulping and
i'm breathing in the oxygen again

our "when i'm with you.."'s leave a

tattoo of your hand on my thigh
eight arms and a stetson stitched on my eye
not what you've got to lose
but what what you've got to choose from

wandering
playing by the sundry fire kite man
bite down let it be a ride
the earth spins,
oh please darling i don't need anything you can't already give

don't you fall with my two left shoes
just groove..
Track Name: Ladies and Gentlemen, Mr. Kanye Twitty
www.youtube.com/watch?v=sGipsRdNR_c

I am nothing, wandering in excess
humming to the tune the sky conveys.
Every secret seems to go unnoticed.
That's the game, that's the game,
you never wanted a part,
and I can't explain the reprimanded
value that I handed out so free.
Won't you take it from me.
Won't you take it from me?
But it's burning cause the stakes are too damn high.

Beethoven left thousands of songs
unfinished when he croaked.
I've spoken with his ghost,
he told me, "Love's a toast to your brain's
inability to see
it's been a joke for the whole party."
And so it goes,
"and so it goes,
and so it goes."
Track Name: Aloha
vimeo.com/157334122

I'm worrying about you
worrying about me
worrying about you,

I thought I'd write a tune
worrying about you
worrying about me.

Why worry when we see
that there's a might in everything?

Aloha!
I love you.
I'm sorry, please forgive me!
Thank you very much.
I love you,
Aloha!

Why rent a boat
why fly a car
why stay afloat
when worry's not too far?
Why snag a quote
why raise the bar
why sing a note
when worry's not too far?