"How could you have a tattoo, the same thing on your body for the rest of your life?" - pure love is finding a way, even when things wear, to reinvent an untampered appreciation for the beauty within the things that have built us, that in relation to our current self make us who we are. True, honest love is eternal, it has no bounds, it says "You are what you are now, and I find that beautiful, because it's honest." :)

Katherine,
you were drinking coffee by the mic stand
i ran by and took a sip
the earth spins,
now i'm gulping and 
i'm breathing in the oxygen again

our "when i'm with you.."'s leave a 

tattoo of your hand on my thigh
eight arms and a stetson stitched on my eye
not what you've got to lose
but what what you've got to choose from

wandering 
playing by the sundry fire kite man
bite down let it be a ride
the earth spins,
oh please darling i don't need anything you can't already give

don't you fall with my two left shoes
just groove..

Chris Sloan - "I was in my car the other day, and I hear this mcdonalds commercial.. And in it, they compare their food to love. Now, I don't think that's right. I think mcdonalds food is more like.... step-parent love."

Music by Couch Jackets
Comedy by Chris Sloan
Artwork by Collin Hutson


Thigh Tattoo

https://vimeo.com/157334122

I'm worrying about you 
worrying about me 
worrying about you, 

I thought I'd write a tune 
worrying about you 
worrying about me. 

Why worry when we see 
that there's a might in everything? 

Aloha! 
I love you. 
I'm sorry, please forgive me! 
Thank you very much. 
I love you, 
Aloha! 

Why rent a boat 
why fly a car 
why stay afloat 
when worry's not too far? 
Why snag a quote 
why raise the bar 
why sing a note 
when worry's not too far?

We're so thankful that you're listening to our new EP, “Sincerely, Swimtrunks.” In order to help you better understand the underlying concept and meaning behind it, we'd encourage you to examine the links you'll find in the lyrics of each song. As well, check out our first EP, “Doldrum Dreams”. The two complete EP's represent the struggle to find life’s purpose, an exploration to apathy and back, “Doldrum Dreams” being the internalization of irrelevance, and “Sincerely Swimtunks” an attempt to reinvent life’s motivations. We hope that you too can find solace in our examination and auditory expression of one of life’s biggest questions! =)

Utmost thanks to everyone who helped us make this record. Thanks to Darian Stribling for helping us track so much of this, Jordan Trotter for mastering, Molly Wheat and Ben Drain for their help on Rocket Quaffle, our best friend and roommate Jaren Evans for supporting and aiding at every turn, Jacob "Bubby" Phillips and Reed Gotcher for offering to let us use some of their recording equipment, Jeremy Buethe for letting us use the bass line he wrote for Mr. Mojojojo, Chris Sloan for his comedic lines, and to the rest our families and loved ones most of all.

Credits:
released October 15, 2016

Music, Lyrics by: Couch Jackets 
Recorded at: Blue Chair in Austin, AR 
Mastered by: Jordan Trotter of Lockheed Sound

Aloha

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sGipsRdNR_c

I am nothing, wandering in excess
humming to the tune the sky conveys. 
Every secret seems to go unnoticed.
That's the game, that's the game,
you never wanted a part,
and I can't explain the reprimanded
value that I handed out so free.
Won't you take it from me.
Won't you take it from me? 
But it's burning cause the stakes are too damn high.

Beethoven left thousands of songs 
unfinished when he croaked.
I've spoken with his ghost, 
he told me, "Love's a toast to your brain's 
inability to see 
it's been a joke for the whole party."
And so it goes,
"and so it goes, 
and so it goes."

We're so thankful that you're listening to our new EP, “Sincerely, Swimtrunks.” In order to help you better understand the underlying concept and meaning behind it, we'd encourage you to examine the links you'll find in the lyrics of each song. As well, check out our first EP, “Doldrum Dreams”. The two complete EP's represent the struggle to find life’s purpose, an exploration to apathy and back, “Doldrum Dreams” being the internalization of irrelevance, and “Sincerely Swimtunks” an attempt to reinvent life’s motivations. We hope that you too can find solace in our examination and auditory expression of one of life’s biggest questions! =)

Utmost thanks to everyone who helped us make this record. Thanks to Darian Stribling for helping us track so much of this, Jordan Trotter for mastering, Molly Wheat and Ben Drain for their help on Rocket Quaffle, our best friend and roommate Jaren Evans for supporting and aiding at every turn, Jacob "Bubby" Phillips and Reed Gotcher for offering to let us use some of their recording equipment, Jeremy Buethe for letting us use the bass line he wrote for Mr. Mojojojo, Chris Sloan for his comedic lines, and to the rest our families and loved ones most of all.

Credits:
released October 15, 2016

Music, Lyrics by: Couch Jackets 
Recorded at: Blue Chair in Austin, AR 
Mastered by: Jordan Trotter of Lockheed Sound

Ladies And Gentlemen, Mr. Kanye Twitty

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JWq4yXpuRJE

"In my car the other day, I hear this, "love." And in it, they compare to love. And I don't think that's right. To love: I don't think that's peaceful."

Katherine,
you were drinking coffee by the mic stand
i ran by and took a sip
the earth spins,
now i'm gulping and 
i'm breathing in the oxygen again

our "when i'm with you.."'s leave a

tattoo of your hand on my thigh
eight arms and a stetson stitched on my eye
not what you've got to lose
but what what you've got to choose from

wandering 
playing by the sundry fire kite man
bite down let it be a ride
the earth spins,
oh please darling i don't need anything you can't already give

don't you fall with my two left shoes
just groove..

We're so thankful that you're listening to our new EP, “Sincerely, Swimtrunks.” In order to help you better understand the underlying concept and meaning behind it, we'd encourage you to examine the links you'll find in the lyrics of each song. As well, check out our first EP, “Doldrum Dreams”. The two complete EP's represent the struggle to find life’s purpose, an exploration to apathy and back, “Doldrum Dreams” being the internalization of irrelevance, and “Sincerely Swimtunks” an attempt to reinvent life’s motivations. We hope that you too can find solace in our examination and auditory expression of one of life’s biggest questions! =)

Utmost thanks to everyone who helped us make this record. Thanks to Darian Stribling for helping us track so much of this, Jordan Trotter for mastering, Molly Wheat and Ben Drain for their help on Rocket Quaffle, our best friend and roommate Jaren Evans for supporting and aiding at every turn, Jacob "Bubby" Phillips and Reed Gotcher for offering to let us use some of their recording equipment, Jeremy Buethe for letting us use the bass line he wrote for Mr. Mojojojo, Chris Sloan for his comedic lines, and to the rest our families and loved ones most of all.

Credits:
released October 15, 2016

Music, Lyrics by: Couch Jackets 
Recorded at: Blue Chair in Austin, AR 
Mastered by: Jordan Trotter of Lockheed Sound

www.youtube.com/watch?v=6r7DqEz1O4E 

Staunch reputation, 
you can't give a hug without rebound, 
bouncing around anxiety bound 
for Chinese finger traps wound from 
mental gout in your gut that just won't give it up. 
Rode the bluff on the bus 
that you don't give a fuck, 
(but I do, but I do, but I do) 
by the blunt, some are just more corrupt and 
cops won't (don't) always cuff, 
sometimes don't put trust in the government. 
Your time turns to rust when you find the fear 
thrust inside of us. 
It's a wondrous lust: 
the golden buzz or the bust. 

Cynics live 
inside a lie, 
they wonder, "why?" 

They wonder why 
we wander by and 
then we die. 

They feel 
to cry is shy, 
they wonder, "why?" 

They wonder why 
we'd wander by 
(we'd live a lie) 
and then we'd die. 

They wonder why 
we wander by 
(we live a lie) 
and then we die. 

You don't, 
you don't know so I don't, 
I don't care cause you know, 
you know where my lies go.

We're so thankful that you're listening to our new EP, “Sincerely, Swimtrunks.” In order to help you better understand the underlying concept and meaning behind it, we'd encourage you to examine the links you'll find in the lyrics of each song. As well, check out our first EP, “Doldrum Dreams”. The two complete EP's represent the struggle to find life’s purpose, an exploration to apathy and back, “Doldrum Dreams” being the internalization of irrelevance, and “Sincerely Swimtunks” an attempt to reinvent life’s motivations. We hope that you too can find solace in our examination and auditory expression of one of life’s biggest questions! =)

Utmost thanks to everyone who helped us make this record. Thanks to Darian Stribling for helping us track so much of this, Jordan Trotter for mastering, Molly Wheat and Ben Drain for their help on Rocket Quaffle, our best friend and roommate Jaren Evans for supporting and aiding at every turn, Jacob "Bubby" Phillips and Reed Gotcher for offering to let us use some of their recording equipment, Jeremy Buethe for letting us use the bass line he wrote for Mr. Mojojojo, Chris Sloan for his comedic lines, and to the rest our families and loved ones most of all.

Credits:
released October 15, 2016

Music, Lyrics by: Couch Jackets 
Recorded at: Blue Chair in Austin, AR 
Mastered by: Jordan Trotter of Lockheed Sound

Rocket Quaffle

Katherine, 
you were drinking coffee by the mic stand, 
I ran by and took a sip. 
The earth spins, 
now I'm gulping and 
I'm breathing in the oxygen again. 

Our "when I'm with you.."'s leave a 

tattoo of your hand on my thigh. 
Eight arms and a stetson stitched on my eye. 
Not what you've got to lose, 
but what what you've got to choose from. 

Wandering, 
playing by the sundry fire kite man: 
bite down let it be a ride. 
The earth spins, 
oh, please darling, 
I don't need anything that you can't already give. 

Don't you fall with my two left shoes, 
just groove.. 

Chris Sloan - "I was in my car the other day, and I hear this mcdonalds commercial.. And in it, they compare their food to love. Now, I don't think that's right. I think mcdonalds food is more like.... step-parent love."

Recording, Mixing, Mastering: Jeremy Chereskin and Couch Jackets at Million Yen Studios - Chicago, IL

Thigh Tattoo (Oldie)

Are you waking 
on my sofa today 
crafting the foot holds 
to Appalachians 
that we’ve built out of clay, 
you, and your Michigan way? 

Freshwater secrets, 
Huron’s hand in your hair, 
helping you knit the mittens 
that speak for me 
when I can’t think to say, 
“You, and your Michigan way.” 

I’ll be lonely 
until lonely takes two 
because my mind’s eye’s lost 
in these Boston blues.

Recording, Mixing, Mastering: Jeremy Chereskin and Couch Jackets at Million Yen Studios - Chicago, IL

Boston Blues

I'm nobody's fool 
cause it's hard enough 
to be an advocate 
for hearts as dark as seas 
or rancid stares 
cause you don't care 
about the way you come across, 
cause it's hard enough 
to be like the ones you lost. 
I said, 
"It's hard enough 
to be like ones you lost." 

And I don't mean to be deceitful, 
waking up to this awful cycle. 
All is one, 
but baby I don't see you 
like I used to want to. 

I'm nobody's rule, 
this kingdom's far enough 
to reach the lonely outskirts of a riot's quake. 
Oh, stirring fates, 
a part of me I try and never show, 
cause a heavy heart's a lot to try and sew. 
I said, "A heavy heart's a part of all we know."

Recording, Mixing, Mastering: Jeremy Chereskin and Couch Jackets at Million Yen Studios - Chicago, IL

Foo Choo Mama

I bought me some camels but 
I couldn't smoke all of them, 
my friends are bums. 

I bought me some candles 
because my room smells like shit, 
with the faint stench of fish in the stitch of my carpet. 

Can you make yourself give a fuck? 
Can you make yourself up? 

You couldn't help it, you were a southern boy, 
bred through and through by the waters of the Ouachita - 
you spent enough time outside to have a perspective the stars could condone, 
to each his own 
collection of meaningless woe. 

Oh no, 
you don't have to know.

Recording, Mixing, Mastering: Jeremy Chereskin and Couch Jackets at Million Yen Studios - Chicago, IL

Kamels

youtu.be/P9SYEARa5v4 

Cardinal strife, 
a quarrel, a clash, 
a bled bombast antagonist. 

Mind the brute, 
led bellied beast, 
you can't conquer your hands, your feet. 

You won't believe whatever you've got. 
I know you're right but you know you're not, 
I know the fight that we weren't taught. 
It's hard to say, it's hard to fake it. 
Better we blend than sever our fear, 
I've got a risk seeming insincere. 
Could it appear it's all just unclear 
until entropy makes us its team? 

Co-man, co-love. 
Where from? Above! 
Snow falls down from. 
Where to? Care not, 
I'll try listening, 
I won't pretend I've done it right. 

Aged wine, red lyre. 
Tight fist, righteous. 
Play fair, lie down.

Recording, Mixing, Mastering: Jeremy Chereskin and Couch Jackets at Million Yen Studios - Chicago, IL

The Brute

Succumbed to blues last night 
in a tear stained floral shirt, 
light bouncing off of glass 
to a navy floral skirt. 

Cool off in the shade, 
you’re fooling fame. 

Just say, “Yeah, I want to!” 
Say, “Yeah, I need to!” 
Say, “Yeah, I want to!” 
Say, “Yeah, I need to!” 

Shortcoming all your friends, 
reading “Leaves of Grass”. 
Second year physics class 
really kicks your ass. 

Cool off in the rain, 
your foolish games. 

Just say, “Yeah, I want to!” 
Say, “Yeah, I need to!” 
Say, “Yeah, I want to!” 
Say, “Yeah, I need to!”

Recording, Mixing, Mastering: Jeremy Chereskin and Couch Jackets at Million Yen Studios - Chicago, IL

Tear Stained Floral Shirt

us and the freshwater sea
I'm free to forget about me
vast jello galaxies
washing the worry scheme
we climbed the lighthouse tree
we watched the black nothing
we tried hard not to leave 
but the man he's got us running

wading through the stars and onward down
delicate ascension through the stream
washing the worry scheme
gradient gardens sprout the supple sounds
we were trying hard to be
but the man he's got us

I'd spend every day
sitting on our couch
just waiting to see you
and what you'd talk about

relieve the strain 
have noodles carried out
chopped on your day-view
personal piece of mouth

you don't have to say
anything else

recorded to tape at The Bomb Shelter, Nashville, TN
produced by Andrija Tokic
mastered by John Baldwin

Oh Opossum, My Opossum

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Hit The Sack

Elephant Tusk (Helluva Musk)

Music, lyrics: Couch Jackets
Produced by: Andrija Tokic at The Bomb Shelter
Mastered by: John Baldwin

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