Unsure of how I’ve lived here
I always see what’s wrong
I leave the dance too early
And stumble back alone
Regretful, scorned, and pissy
I fire off the qualms
And hold a safer distance
From all the friends that might call me

And all the drowned, nothing bones of the sea
That fate could never call on me
It could never be

I’ve held an empty feeling 
Of how it could’ve been
Now I’ll leave my sorrows wanting
And move towards better things
How could I have sat there
Steeping in my grief
How could I have not seen
Bound in disbelief of change

All the drowned, nothing bones of the sea
That fate could never call on me
It could never be

All the drowned nothing bones of the sea
That fate could never have a hold on me
It could never be

Leave the Dance Too Early

Jacob's Bladder

From the Folkadelphia special originally aired on XPN in Philly on 3/14/15

Blue Factory Flame (v. 2)

Psalmships (with Mike Brenner) - Blue Factory Flame (v. 2)

From new record 'The Diet', coming 18 September 2015 on City Slang (EU) and 19 September on Merge Records (North America)
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Till Someone Gets Hurt

Tent

She was born in the land where the souls are brand new
where you try till you die just to make it through
they raised her to think and to be for herself
but the moment she did they placed her on the shelfAm

Don't let the man get you down
don't let him steal your thorny red crown
They will confuse you with cigarettes and smoke
but they never understood the flames when they spoke

Petals are pretty we know that it's true
but the thorns are the prettiest part about you

You met him while you were both slaving away
you fell deep in love and you are to this day
now he is gone away far from his home
he'll return my dear Rose you are never alone
They love her wherever she walks, she don't know
because while they love they knock her to and fro
she got stronger the day they most sent her away
now she stands tall and strong and they made her that way

Now you stand tall and strong
you don't need me no more
Rose, you're out of the gutter
You bloom towards the shore
You're better than all of those
morons you know
DON'T LOOK BACK MY DEAR ROSE
YOU DESERVE SO MUCH MORE
Rose...

Petals are pretty we know that its true
but the thorns are the prettiest part about you

Dear Rose

Christmas Time Is Here (Vince Guaraldi cover)

Running Behind ~experimental~

Nommo's new single, "Rainbo Sno," is an ode to the many facets of life in New Orleans. It highlights one of the few respites from the heavy heat of summer, the snoball. Defend New Orleans and Nommo have come together to present an enamel pin, a wearable song, as a token of this tradition. Purchase one at defendneworleans.com

Rainbo Sno

Joseph writes all the time, seldom records, and never plays live. 

His recent songs are about disappearing in Europe, bottle rockets, shootings, smiling, the plummeting bird population, maps, laughter, and arguing.

When he’s not songwriting, he keeps busy in Nashville, TN making kombucha; working on his house; and watching movies, standup specials, and hours of sitcoms.

Leave the Dance Too Early

Joseph Mooradian