It Was Hot, We Stayed in the Water

The Glow

SUMMER FOREVER

Love Tara

Stove

In an Expression of the Inexpressible

Distilled

Public Strain

Heat Distraction

They Mean Us

Vacation, Asphyxia, Vacation

Get Lost

Why I Cry

69 Love Songs

I Shatter

Lead track off the crucial self-titled compilation from one of the first Slumberland bands. A feedback-enshrouded collision of noise and pop that owed a lot to The Jesus & Mary Chain, Shop Assistants, Galaxie 500 and 14 Iced Bears, but of course is marked as totally unique by their dark, haunting tunes and Pam's lovely vocals. This reissue includes new liner notes, new art, never before seen band photos, and SIX unreleased songs, including four new recordings made in the Summer of 2009.

Black Tambourine - For Ex-Lovers Only

We're goin' down the road towards tiny cities made of ashes
Gonna hit you on the face gonna punch you in your
Glasses. Oh no!
Just got a message said "Yeah hell is freezin' over"
I Got a phone call from the Lord sayin' "boy go get a
Sweater. Right now"
So we're drinkin' drinkin' drinkin' drinkin' coca-coca-cola
I can feel it rollin' right on down
Right on down my throat
As we're headed down the road towards tiny cities
Made of ashes
Gonna get dressed up in plastic gonna shake hands
With the masses. Oh no!
Does anybody know a way that a body could get away
Does anybody know a way
Were goin' down the road towards tiny cities made of ashes
Gonna hit you on the face goin' to punch you in your
Glasses. Oh no!
I'm wearin' a t-shirt that says "The world is my ashtray"
Our hearts pump dust and our hairs all grey
Just got a message sayin' yeah hell has frozen over
Got a phone call from the Lord sayin' "boy go get a
Sweater. Right now!"
Does anybody know a way that a body could get away
Does anybody know a way
Were drinkin' drinkin' drinkin' drinkin' coca-coca-cola cola!
I can feel it rollin' right on down oh right on down my throat
And as we're headed down the road towards tiny cities
Made of ashes
I'm gonna lay down in the baths where they coat you
In molasses. Oh no!
Does anybody know a way that a body could get away
Does anybody know a way

Sun Kil Moon - Tiny Cities Made Of Ashes

Why I Cry

The Magnetic Fields