You Forget About Your Heart

by Schooner

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Produced by Zeno Gill and Schooner.
Recorded by Zeno at Pox Studios in Durham, NC, except for "this machine is running out," which was recorded by Reid in his room in Raleigh.
All songs written by Reid and tinkered by Schooner.
All songs copyright Reidsong
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released August 4, 2011

Reid Johnson: guitar, vocals, uke, other stuff
Kathryn Johnson: keys and vocals
Tripp Cox: bass and guitar
Billy Alphin: drums and percussion

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Schooner Durham, North Carolina

Schooner is disheveled-pop-indie-psych-soul from Durham, NC started by Reid Johnson & now features Joshua Carpenter (Floating Action), Nick Jaeger, Patrick O'Neill + a rotating cast of characters.

Schooner's "Neighborhood Veins" LP was released on September 24.

With its energetic songs and fuzzy guitars, Neighborhood Veins is sure to be an album you won’t stop listening to any time soon.-MAGNET
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Track Name: My Friend's Band
My friend’s band is better than mine but no one goes to see him play,
We go to watch him half the time and stay until it gets too late.
Some are fun and some are fine and some you shouldn’t have to pay,
But mostly what they do for me...
Let’s say the purpose is you’ve already promised yourself,
Say that it’s all just a matter of personal health.
Call it a letter delivered by somebody else.
Caught there you stand with your hands shaking like shifting land.
Just to start I don’t like the way you corner yourself.
It’s not just the way that you dust off the books on your shelf.
You can call it a work or a lyric, a statement or
Hell, you can string your demands out and sink in a scene filled with… sand.
It’s mostly what they do for me...
Track Name: Days Undercover
Days undercover
we carried on,
stones thrown and numbered
were wished upon.
We held a timer
in each clinched palm.
We led each other,
time led us on.
Track Name: Trains and Parades
I hope that this will burn
For now and then return.
And if your heart breaks, and then bleeds and churns
With larks and locusts, does it mean you learn?
I hope these feathers grow
And I hope these winds don’t go.
And if the storm breaks, the bellows and moans
Of trains and parades linger like a ghost.
Track Name: Long, long time
It’s been a long, long time, and my heart’s not been with you; but I guess it’s been where it had to. It’s been a long time and you’re with another guy, but I guess that I still had to try.
You should know that I’m wishing on a feather that I am sending to you.
Girl I know you, and you know me too; and I guess the hearts they wrote about were true. Take it like a chance, hold it in your hands; it will never ever stop on you.
You should know that I’m wishing on a feather that I am sending to you.
Track Name: Open door
Talk for hours like a French ambassador.
A leaking sink a weeping drink drips on the floor.
A sudden rumble, then the slamming of a door.
A sinking feeling disappearing with the roar.
I know you could not drive too far then.
40 hours and a place down by the shore.
Another sting, another thing left to ignore.
A sleepless light is leaving imprints on you more
Than you would like to say but you’re an open door.
Track Name: Stunts and showmanship and codes
I came over in the dark. I was saying things and some had many meanings. Black and broken all apart. Pounding out the cobwebs might have made more problems, and we might have started what would fall apart but you forget about your heart.
Analyzing every part. Figured every root, & missed the mark to boot. Icy looks, boring books, every place you went were hooks. Only in the dark you played a beat and stole a spark so stunts and showmanship and codes what you thought of art but you forget about your heart.
Track Name: This machine is running out
Cheers to the past, gone at last.
Try not to pretend that it never ended.
Don’t make me love you again.
Fortunes and forecast foretold a protest.
Drifted through artist, and into the darkest.
Don’t make me tell this again.
Distorted lights of innocent nights.
Clouded by meanest things that were seen and
I guess this machine’s running out.