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Nobody Waits b​/​w San Cristóbal

by Mal Blum

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1.
Nobody Waits 03:11
you only want me when I’m well. you only want me when I’m okay, and today I am unwell. I take it you don’t find it charming. I’ll only want you once you’re gone. I’ll only want you once it’s too late. and I’ve been angry, I’ve been wrong and resolute in my absolution: loving me is leaving a kettle on the stove of a house where you never had the key. are you still bothered by the ghosts, do they ever mention me? you only want me if I’m yours but I am no one’s for the taking. we wake up cradled on the floor. new year’s day: a spark, a flame, you think you love me just because you watched me sleep. leaving a kettle on the stove of a house where nobody has the key. you don’t know me anymore - it’s okay, if nobody waits for me if nobody waits for me if nobody waits for me if nobody waits for me you only want me when I’m well you only want me when I’m okay
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I have not been writing that many new songs how I wish I could stay longer how I wish I’d never gone you have not been writing me as often as I wished sometimes I think I left you just to see if I'd be missed I saw my fortune scrawled out up against the wall in a crowded market place in a town I can't recall the teller told me that I would be young and I would fall but my new friends all assured me that it all was surely false back at home, you found religion in a dirty crystal ball in the back of a dollar store in that shopping mall I found religion out in San Cristobal now I feel that I've come far enough to give you a call I have not been writing as often as I'd hoped but there are some things you're good at and then some you can't control you have not been visiting I can't say that I mind 'cause every time you go somewhere you leave somewhere behind I saw my fortune scrawled out up against the wall in a crowded market place in a town I can't recall and the teller told me that I would be young and I would fall but I didn't think he meant so soon not so soon at all back at home, you found religion in a dirty crystal ball in the back of a dollar store in that shopping mall I found religion out in San Cristobal now I feel that I've come far enough to give you a call so I'm calling now but it says I don't got the number right your body looks to me a way it never has before and is this what's making you so sad, and what you did this for? she said, your body looks to me a way it never has before and is this what's making you so sad, and I can't do this anymore I found religion in a dirty bathroom stall in the back of a liquor store in the back of a mini mall you found religion when you realized you could fall now you say that you've come far enough to give me a call so you're calling now, but I lie and I tell you that I moved everything's brand new.

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Following on from 2019’s Pity Boy LP, a brand new 7", to be released via Saddle Creek’s Document Series, is the last thing they recorded with their band before hunkering down to wait out the pandemic.

Recorded in drummer Ricardo Lagomasino's basement in Maine, months before coronavirus was a word in our collective periphery, these two new songs are embellished by the band’s time there. In between takes, Barrett padded the hardwood in his slippers. Audrey fixed herself lunch in the kitchen. Ricardo's wife, Meg, was pregnant at the time but she said she didn’t mind the noise that drifted up to the living room. The house felt brimming with possibility. "Since then, my associations of home have changed," Mal says. "In recent months, in quarantine, I only write and record songs by myself. Listening back, this seven-inch feels like a relic. An old photograph of a weekend spent idly with my bandmates years ago, though it was only a few months. Spending the weekend together felt like a reprieve. Home is a respite. It doesn’t have to be yours."

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released November 20, 2020

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