10.21.16

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New shows on sale now: americanfootballmusic.com

10.29 - Chicago, IL @ Vic Theatre
01.28 - New York, NY @ Terminal 5 
02.11 - London, UK @ O2 Shepherd's Bush Empire 
02.25 - Los Angeles, CA @ The Ace Hotel Theatre

Give Me the Gun

from the new bs ep
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They’ve written songs at two am
they’ve told us how they’ve written them
and the stories are endearing
and even cuter when they start to sing

in every month there comes a day
i wish that i could go away
to a universe where i’m just as creative too,
and every night my thoughts are new

before I fall asleep at three,
the second hour brings jealousy
there’s the geniuses and then there’s me
scrolling through clickbait endlessly

so i present to you a single
last minute, little jingle
and if you feel that it is forced, what’s it to you?
at least it’s something to do

something to do, to do
something to do 

they’re staying up all night to sing
so what if I don’t do a thing

I think I’ll expire at a tired rate in my bedspace
and let creation take a break

but as for now it’s two am
it’s been a three year long attempt
it’s been a slow and it's forced too
but it is something to do


Midnight Jingle

The Dodos' cover of "Never Meant" by American Football appears on the Polyvinyl Plays Polyvinyl compilation - a 20-track covers album featuring Polyvinyl artists covering songs from other Polyvinyl artists, out Nov 25, 2016.

Purchase 2xLP / digital here: http://plyvnyl.co/pv20store

The Dodos - Never Meant (American Football)

Owen's cover of "Ears Ring" by Rainer Maria appears on the Polyvinyl Plays Polyvinyl compilation - a 20-track covers album featuring Polyvinyl artists covering songs from other Polyvinyl artists, out Nov 25, 2016.

Purchase 2xLP / digital here: http://plyvnyl.co/pv20store

Owen - Ears Ring (Rainer Maria)

mitski did the hissing noise in last words of a shooting star so i'm allowed to do this
then again her hissing noise was white noise and this is an unfortunate tone coming out of the dorm air conditioner
fuk off audio engineers

september song that i never recorded ! ! !! ! 

just to start this off,
this isn’t the start of anything,
just a song that i can sing to you
we’re standing in a graveyard,
a presumably dead arm
popped through the grass,
and who doesn’t talk about that

honey, you are nothing to me
alcohol and dopamine
i’m dying on the sofa
and i barely know the time

like an old man, say i reckon,
i love you for a millisecond,
but i don’t wear a watch or rolex
and my brain’s a toddler rollerskating down a hill, 

i took a spill
and ran into a tree,
and suffered minor injuries

honey, you are nothing to me,
i don’t call people anything that’s thought to be so sweet

now i’m just being bitchy,
cause all the stupid boys skipped over me
on our twilight hour meet and greet,
a coffee table theater scene,
but disregard the soaring chick back there in corner three, id rather let the poor kid sleep

he’s tripping balls, he’s tripping testes,
LSD, post- wisdom teeth
he got lost in the shower and he barely knows the hour

I wanna know your passwords
Without changing them in preferences
and all the childhood streets and deceased pets that they're referencing

and in the box i’ll type,
i’ll know all the numbers to try,
i wanna know the lyrics that you think of when you’re high

cause i’m in love with strangers who I’ve never even seen
and weird cut bangs and sweaters swaying kind of awkwardly
i’m in love with fresh air friends from overheated houses
till I uber up a giant park and dump my body in my dorm bed

honey you are nothing to me i don’t call people anything that’s thought to be so sweet, the speech is coming back with a vengeance it seems.

all these pretend spouses are a happy storybook,
that’ll turn to stark nonfiction in the time it took
for me to notice that I’m old, which means I’ll be 30 and happy
likely married to personified business casual khakis

and i’ll forget about it when i wake up late and stupid
i tried to tell the uber driver till he tried to hit it
i tried to tell myself because i’ve come this far along
i’m carrying my zombie arm to the 14th grade prom

honey you are nothing to me i don’t call people anything thats thought to be so sweet the speech is coming back with a vengeance it seems 
the speech is coming back with a vengeance it seems

Presumably Dead Arm

Good Nature

Super Natural

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From "New Mutant Disco", out NOW!

CAMINO 84 - Drums, synthesizers 
SIDNEY GISH - Vocals, additional keyboard, handclaps 
WILL JOBST - Guitars 
COREY IMPARATO - Bass

Produced and mixed by Camino 84
Mastered by Jesse Hall

Written by Ryan Lucht and Sidney Gish, Hunks In The Dunk Tank Music (BMI) 

Recorded by Cairo Marques-Neto at The Record Company, Camino at Studio Apt. 54, and Sidney Gish

Cover photo by Lee Delulio

CAMINO 84
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New Mutant Disco

⇢ BANDCAMP ⇠

Sounds Fake But OK (ft. Sidney Gish)

MADE THIS TO MAKE IT i never straight up fuck around on soundcloud anymore get ready for a barrage of covers and fun things maybe

masterpiece ~ big thief COVER

I'm not in love with blood I just love what runs through your veins.
Taking me back to dirt as you peel off your shirt, find me licking the salt that remains.
Like a deer with the last bit of summer sun caught pinballing through my eyes.
And I know how this goes on the side of the road, gun coming in hot off your thigh.

I only came for the coffee, duck the rain at least.
But your kind isn't kind or at all that likely to be fleeced.

But I wanna stay,
Be your chef for a day,
Make puns about steak
And leave at the break of day,
Cater scarlet,
Help you curb garlic,
Make eternity pass like May.

How long do you have to sleep? Cause the company you keep keeps me chilled to the bone every day.
I could guess your routine, but I'd rather be positive and shrewd in controlling the shades.

The tarot says I'm not worth it.
At least until I spring a leak.
But you're too well-versed in mercy, frankly, to set me free.

But I can't just leave,
I'll make my bones if you need.
Drink alone, source my feed:
O, B, A and AB. Just bite me.
I'll be godless at best,
Vow to relinquish zest.
I could be just like you, if you'd please?
If you'd please?

And you whisper to me
Through your bared teeth,
I'm a coward and twee
And your life's a disease.
I'm a shampire.

Monster Mash/Shampire

Shampire

Stream: https://awal.lnk.to/Teardrops

Live video: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=c_nafAQ1Tj0

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Teardrops

One man, two-handed, transcontinental band. Bedroom indie pop. NJ/CA

Shampire

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