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This is a 2009 mini-album that was initially made in a physical run of 2 copies, 1 of which was solely for Kim and Kelley Deal.

AM actually handed Kim Deal the album in May 2009 at the Breeders-curated All Tomorrow's Parties at Butlins holiday camp in Minehead. She'd just stepped away from playing the arcade game House of the Dead 2.

She was very nice about it. 'It's very pretty,' she said (thanks for helping with the packaging, Amy). She seemed confused, perhaps anxious. AM then left pretty much without any other explanation. There were no contact details of any kind on the CD or its bespoke packaging.

AM regrets the handling of the situation. That copy may well have ended up in a bin, or a lay-by, or a hedgerow.

Even if Kim and Kelley listened to it and really, *really* liked it, and now keep their physical copy on a plush velvet cushion in a glass and gold reliquary hidden in a safe in the basement of a clapboard church in Dayton, OH, it maybe deserves a chance to be out there in the aether with all the other music.

So, it is here reproduced for digital posterity.

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released May 18, 2009

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Track Name: Oldies
In a monochrome car at the back of the world
All I could feel was the blanket's presence
Had some idea about the function of the rear-view
Had more than an idea about you
Ahh

At a house in the valley of an unerupted mountain
Where I once kissed a cousin of my friend's
I sat up all night by a burning gas fire
Wonderin' about the effects of CO1
My pulpy brain was married to the ferry of the ages
I was sixteen, in a sleeping bag, and drunk

Gabbling like a loon underneath the waning moon
I think I must have lost my sense for a second
We walked the country lanes winding back from the pub
Smoked cigarettes in t-shirts in the night
I had it bad for her but she had it bad for him
In the tents the sea roared like a shell

Wasn't always drunk when I woke up scared
Some nights I was sober as a judge
One night worse for wear and paralysed by fear
A cockroach demon made its presence felt
I tried to crush it dead but it elected to remain in my brain
It wakes me up every day
But now my luck has changed

Turning like a fish in the clean cool bed
Harmonising softly with your spreading hair
Twenty-one years and you bite my knuckles
Ahh ahh ahh
It took until November for the weather to clear up
And until then I felt similar to sun
I'm not a gambling man but if I was I'd place my bets
Cos she's the one
Track Name: Dennis Quaid
'You remind me of Quaid in his drinking days,' she said
'You had a lot of promise but you had to make them pay'
And although you've never been there I can see it in your face
You live your life like heaven was San Francisco bay...

Better hide inside the nearest passer-by
Or I could get involved in an incident
I can't meet the eyes of the people on the street
Because I know things they don't know just yet

So I put away the razor and considered what she said
And I've got stacks of VHS tapes in a suitcase by my bed
And I'm promised lots of money but I cannot clear a cheque
So perhaps it's time to rearrange consider what comes next

If she was a tall blonde beech I'm a low deciduous
My hair doesn't seem to want to stay in my head
If I wanted to I could eat walnuts up on Kilvey Hill
But you can never go back until you've run out of blood

Better hide inside the nearest passer-by
Or I could get involved in an incident
I can't meet the eyes of the people on the street
Because I know things they don't know just yet

Better hide inside the nearest passer-by
Or I could get involved in an incident
I can't meet the eyes of the people on the street
Because I know things they don't know just yet
Track Name: A Yfory
Nee-ha

A high-pitched whine
Is a certain sign
I don't think I killed her
But in certain economies...

A flushing shunt
Is a persistent humper
Stacking valise cases high enough to reach the ozone

A glass full of ice, and a midnight crisis
If I don't start chewing sticks
I might get gingivitis
And a lesson for life in a neurotic pocket is, ah fuck
Keep the grocer keen and keep the dentist happy

One day
All our little books say
We'll bow our heads
And grimace
And kick the crumpled base away

So - a glass full of ice, and a midnight crisis
If I don't start chewing sticks
I might get gingivitis
And a lesson for life in a neurotic pocket is, ah, is, ah
Keep the grocer keen and keep the dentist happy
Not up to the elbows in ash and nappies
And I haven't even travelled
I always fantasized about joining the Aghori sect
They eat dead bodies and have 70s hair
So the peeps near the Ganges don't have to bother

One day
Maybe

One day, if you're a killer or not
That foot is coming swinging
And what good's an umbrella
Under ten thousand tonnes of laundry

I think on reflection
It's better to do laundry in a launderette

On reflection
Track Name: '85
Oh as you travel the world
Why don't you take my special blanky with you?
Inside a greatcoat a monogrammed handkerchief
There's a goosedown roundabout to the south
And a listing ship is leering over the bodies
Leering over the bodies

Why do you have to go?
Why do you have to go?
Why would you want to go to Estonia?
I don't know

Will you hide
In underground cellars
Full of jazz
Think of me when you're ironing out policy

Or greeting people in a fantastic ballroom
Paid for by the Russinas
I and all the others will be here
In a big ship sinking
All the Viking genes from the Hebrides
Will be giving us a spanking

Pillage pillory pain jail
That's the way this big ship sails

'85

When you hide in the underground cellars
Full of jazz and vodka
Think of me when you're ironing out policy
Or greeting people in a fantastic ballroom
Paid for by the Russinas
I and all the others will be here

Big ship sinking, sinking
Big ship sinking, sinking
Big ship sinking, sinking
Big ship sinking, sinking
Big ship sinking, sinking
Big ship sinking, sinking
Big ship sinking, sinking
Big ship sinking, sinking
Track Name: Western Hotel
Future prophecy

Hotel future
Holding hands

Dinosaur sticker book
Hiding in a cupboard

Hands so cold
In freezing snow

Future prophecy
Track Name: Always Returning
Calling round the same old town
Or shaking off the eiderdown
Or walking, rolling
In the knife

Gone without heathered lights
You’re croaking and creaking like the red leatherette

Hold the spin
Sugar softly in my dying hand
And God is a man
You won’t admit

They’re all the same
Frozen little rabbit, tiny pillow, diamond pain

Mm, always returning
And go little tiger de-de-de-de
Always returning
Closing your face when summer’s over

Turning, always returning,
Always returning, always returning,
Always returning, always returning,
Always returning to me

It’s very slow and the sun is always wrong
Holding on to something slow and the fire is out of bounds

It’s raining on the left side
Better off than us in the war films
Gone and done it
Always an Englander now

Lay your head back down
Always returning to dip a toe
And gram smears and fuck him now.