HEDONISTIC LIFESTYLES

by SPACE CAMP

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released 10 April 2015

Nathan Jackson - Vocals, Flute
Cameron Lovett - Bass
Jon Whitin - Keys, Trombone, Toy Piano
Sam Usifer - Drums, Percussion, Bass, Guitar, Clarinet
Conor Grocki - Oboe

Greg Nahabedian - Vocals and own Lyrics on "$1,600"

String Section on "Toucan Play At That Game"

Kristen Wnuck - Violin
Taylor Zitkus - Viola
Cody Zitkus - Cody Zitkus
Charlie Driker-Ohren - Cello
Jenna St. Denis - Double Bass - addition tracking on "Child of Insects"

Engineered and Mixed by Paul Schmelz in both his house and Jon's house

Mastered by Zach Weeks

An extra special thanks to Paul Schmelz and all of Dérive for being so supportive, being an inspiration, and making this all possible.

Cover Art by Space Camp, Mariena Sciarra, and Scott Northrop
Media Production Team: Mariena Sciarra and Nathan Jackson
Cassette Design by Alex Potter

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Track Name: Négligée
Are you in this because I’m in this
Body’s shakin fingers twitchin
Are you in this because I’m in this
Or is it time to cast my body back to the witches
Are you in this because I’m in this
Body’s shakin fingers twitchin
Shattered ditches paint pictures of the falsified commitment
Are you in this because I’m in this
Shadows bring me out of the dark
Track Name: $1,600
Dance and twist picture it Mrs. Master of all this wants to see my skin twist but it just crumbles under the heat of all this which breath can I take which moves can I make not if I pull up these tent stakes write more oaths to break

Let’s talk in tongues. Let’s fall in love.

Gotta get back to my clerical errors don't have time for these mistakes like you've got a white beard I’m in your quake

What do your curtains look like? What do your windows look like?
What does the sun look like? What does the heat smell like?
What does the air taste like? What does the grass look like?
What does the blood smell like? What does the skin look like?
What does the air taste like? What does the wind sound like?
What does the love smell like? What do the eyes look like?
What does the night taste like? What does the moon smell like? (Pull up)
Who does your love look like? (The tent stakes) What do her eyes look like? (Find more)
What does her skin look like? (Oaths to break) What does her voice sound like? (Pull up)
What does her voice sound like? (The tent stakes) What does her voice sound like? (Find more oaths to break)
What does her voice sound like? What does her voice sound like? (Pull up the tent stakes find more oaths to break)

I could hear her whisper:

“Can you tear off my ears so I won’t have to hear?
Can you rip out my eyes so I can’t see the sky?”

And love spills from your veins all gnarled and blue.
Was it good for you too?
Track Name: Toucan Play at That Game
I can’t recognize myself
I don’t know who I am
These hands lead an unfamiliar dance
There’s no longer friends on the other end
I have lost myself
Suckin’ down jalapeño ranch just waiting on some better plans
People keep talking oh I’ve never been a fan
Track Name: Road Head
At my western most point I’ve got flailing joints
Pointing to the bottom of the sea
Letting off steam using the rest of me up
Running on empty emotions
Jumbled thoughts jumbled clock
There’s no room to walk
The doors are open
A flooding after thought
A bloody after thought
No ones righting these wrongs
You said you wanted to pick my brain but you used kitchen tongs
I’m falling and for Jesus you’re still ripping bongs
Track Name: Child of Insects
Midnight I would go to my window and under the dim street light there would be a skunk seeming waiting for my arrival so that it could trot away
This was my treasure this helped me sleep
Now people up the road complain of a smell as their tires smear blood forever further across the pavement
Now the spot under the streetlight is only occupied by grass
Now I have no treasure
Now I do not sleep
I’m waiting, day dreaming