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Jonathan, CA

by Long Conversations

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Best Century 03:45
This is the greatest state of all This is the best century I’ve ever seen, my friends, In a million years I’ll hide your headaches if you buy the drinks meet down by the Ocean ‘Cause now you’ve got your names out there what are we gonna do when they tell you: You know I love you so Hold out, the avenues will come Hold out, the avenues will stretch out like our summer vacations 1992, oh God, we gotta run To hide in chains, from every future son who claims “It’s coming down, man, There’s nothing to go back to now Just know I love you so” This is the greatest state of all, this is the best century I’ve ever seen, my friends in a million years I’ll buy your headaches if you hide the drinks Let’s meet down by the Ocean ‘cause now you’ve got your names duly shared what are we gonna do when I tell you
Jonathan 02:55
Light her up, now, that’s your girl; she’s got her eyes on you. But, Jonathan, you’re not a boy, I know you’ve wanted to give your father some peace, give your father some peace. I’ve seen his hands tremble when he’s talking to me. My eyes sing like honey bees. Your eyes sting like honey. Just like honey. I love it when you’re angry with me; it means I mean something to you. I love it when you’re angry with me; it means that you still care. My eyes sting like honey bees, you’re eyes, sting like honey. My eyes sting like honey bees; your eyes sting like you’re not a boy. You're not a boy.
Come In Out 04:31
Come in, out the shadow of this lock this house holds only promise that’s enough they say they’ll end this war with guns bought with your labor and shipped to their suns this war’s not private it’s not final this war’s not waged in every street and if you think you should be forgiven seek forgiveness from your kids and I I won’t be waiting to shoot down shoot down the dream that Wilfred Owen was an Arab who cut his lines like trenches deep and how he roamed your towns at night and smashed in skulls on curbs every street and I I would be forgiving I’d wait to shoot down the dream the dream the dream
For nights of broken glass and light, I might as well have gone outside and walked the avenues and streets hoping there’d be someone I should meet Cause if it breaks down, like a summer rain how’d you know that I’d be back again and is that what you want? is that what you want? cause that is not a plan at all that’s just a different way to fall so drag me inside and tie me down and know that I would still want you around and if we’ll never leave this town know I’m happy just to be bound to everything I know and everything you’d want no this night it will not see the end of us ‘less that’s what you want is that what you want? ‘cause that is not a plan at all It’s just a different way to fall.
Lily Josephine, the queen of Spring and always hand in hand with her bonnie king and how his how his father watched as you would make his porch your own Lily Josephine the sky in flames he let you run a marathon your shirt a chain as it wrapped itself ‘round your legs and you collapsed in morning dew and home is cold-eyed stares and “where you been?” and vow to never tell but keep running Lily Josephine our Summer’s come let’s push back all our memories ‘nto evenin suns and let’s not publish diaries or work on eulogies just yet and home is now just three stones and four names where rows of old men sigh and leave and I watch you cry on a westbound train home don’t know if you know just what I know that the undertaker’s so slow it might just take a while to get home it might just take a while to die.
Where the train tracks softly bend to find those bright city lights moving slowly we built a fire on a summer night till the police came and left us smiling in the trench where all of us were stars we dared to dream like we'd never done before ‘cause nothing could go wrong Evelyn, it’s not enough to tell yourself you’re giving up You’d do it all again you said you’d do it all again well so would I so would I Refuse to speak the longing if it hurts I dare you to move your lips although you know it will burn like fire on a night that won’t return that was the plan
You know how in summer bats circle the house how it’s impossible to sleep on the landing in that heat? so I walked to the lake and wandered around finally turned the key in the lock and lay awake until the dawn as I waited for our brothers to come home and I thought of our father his second wife who on three separate occasions married the love of her life but I know that she loved him on the day that he died and I can say in earnest I’ve never seen no-one cry like she did when he was gone and I waited for our brothers to come home I stepped on the flowers know you would have left had you seen the face of the man you detest, well inside the casket lay nobody dead but somebody wishing that you would come back
For the youngest father, scrambling across the ice looking for his sons It comes as no surprise that to be a man means to apologize and I was making lists of things you love when I realized that you were giving up So I made a promise Lake in Carnation frozen over and dark you spoke slowly still tripping on your words left silence, deadest truth and then muttered in love the thought that every man will hold in vain "it’s never quite too late to change." Evelyn, I made mistakes, now let’s get on with it
It was cold in the yard there was wind through the trees and I left you alone leaving what I believed they all said you would go somewhere but that’s not what you see now when all this is over you’ll still have me around So I drowned all my luck saw day after day Like a sun slowly setting I would let nothing change but the sun it also rises and you let the dream sink back in and I was still young; I’d just learned how to knock back a drink the train riding away is the sound of a moon the train riding away is the sound of heartache I was heart in a cage I was walking the streets turned left by our old school where the trees never leaf but grow and it felt like you died now a saint I could not believe I turned into the alleys and on to the endless fields
Oceans 05:08
In their own way They lived a low life in their own way they took a chance being content without contention nameless graves your ashtrays empty yet never a word against me I miss the faces of those I’ve never had the courage to go see In your own way you made a bold move sleeping at my place dreaming of your mother’s room spending money on trains and Paris never taught you anything but a language that you tried so hard to love until I told you to give up In our own way we lived the sweet life watching the paint letting our feet dry after walks in the rain No- vember afternoons you said “there’s thousands of alleys that’ll never see our frozen breath rise or the oceans that separate us”
Waves 01:12
I wish I could tell you that I still believe, The words that I spoke on the beach, But tides change and as soon, as we turn our backs the wind blew the meaning away


"BEST CENTURY" VIDEO: youtu.be/R93UdtN0ywE


released October 24, 2013

Olaf Caarls: vocals, acoustic guitar, harmonica
Edoardo Felici: electric guitar
Bastiaan Tichler: bass guitar
Max Anglionin: drums
Sergio Escoda: piano, wurlitzer, hammond
Pieter van Vliet (aka Port of Call): trombone, trumpet, tuba, backing vocals
Merel Moelker: backing vocals
Mart van Hamersveld: backing vocals, percussion

Produced by Jochem de Jong and Mart van Hamersveld
Mixed by Mart van Hamersveld
Mastered by Jochem de Jong

Artwork by Siebe Bluijs.

Recorded at: M17 studios, some office in Haarlem, some apartment in Leiden.

Our parents (for done raising good boys), Cindy, Cecilia, Niki, Jonathan, Milou, Harmen, Case, Marcel B., Rob M., Peter V., WW, Kira, I-House Berkeley -- and to anyone and everyone we may have forgotten but who have shared and supported our music and the making of this record: thank you.


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