Tin Trails is some powerful stuff.

Digital lullabies for a strange pop universe. Or campfires burning off the Atlantic. It's all a wild experiment in storytelling and texture from three musicians working between New York, France and the largely undiscovered Basque region. The result is surprisingly mysterious for such an international affair: you might recognize that mountain, but this isn't your typical hike.

"Three Tats and Half an Acting Class" took root over email and train rides while the trio was busy touring the world as punk troubadours, rock drummers, and studio producers working with a few of the more recognizable names working today -- but this is music for the moments in between. The debut was finally self-recorded over six months, in studios and hillside cabins across western Europe.


three tats and half an acting class

i can almost see the coast from these trees
 she moans, she moans, from her drink
 i can almost see the coast from these trees
 amber is just a color that you see

(it's) cold and wonderfull 
(it's) soft and alive
 tender was a lover who walked inside

i can almost see the coast from these trees
 amber is just a candle behind your beer
 i can almost see the coast from these trees
 tender was his lover who would studder and say

(  it's) cold and wonderfull 
(it's) soft and alive
 only fever dreams have holes tonight

and oh, don't be scared
 what are we doing right here?

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Music and words by Tin Trails



what are we doing right here ?

i got a photographic mind
 with a point and click lifestyle
 he had a needle nose stare 
and an expat past he couldn't explain that

probably why he came to me holding his night in plastic 
somehow somehow it all made sense

so i finally lost all touch 
with the kid they call sunset
 and his half a master's class 
says he's always leaning west

probably why he came to me holding his night in plastic
 somehow somehow it all made sense
 the kid was always one to network a foreign wedding
 party's just a party when you're leaning on the living

so i left the long long shadows 
i left you all a little bitter
 like a pink sweater in summer 
you're kind of left to wonder

i never knew how many stories it would cover
 somehow somehow it all made sense
 probably why he came to me holding his night in plastic
 empties empties will get you a deposit

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Music and words by Tin Trails

long long shadows

i came to in a photo booth 
i bit down hard on one crooked tooth
 we rolled around with the loud talkers 
now we're all the back lot lovers

so much take out trying to talk to you 
getting backed up in the laptop lights

yeah i know 
that the guy got hooked on the side
 yeah i know 
that it rains before salt sunrise

i came to off the atlantic 
she came up with a nasty habit
 and when I say she ran out of chords
 i mean he went looking for a power source

yeah i know 
that the guy got hooked on the side
 yeah i know
 that it rains before salt sunrise
 yeah i know 
that the guy pushed hard for hard times 
yeah i know
 that it rains before sunrise

so i came to after the crash
 and we went upstairs to start this ride
 with some guy they used to call west side
 who couldn't stop talking about the bordeaux sunrise 
with its long long shadows and his animal puppet signs

i think we were born to stay 
but oh my god i was born to complain

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Music and words by Tin Trails

i came to in a photo booth

i never lost touch
i never moved out
i never bought into the voice on call 
if that's all you really want

ah, we never felt much

i should've been stopped
i never slowed down
three days on and you're still all here
something about the tooth she lost

days go by
call it life, call it a crime
slow time dies
underline, your truth in lies

just never loose touch

your girl seems spun
or maybe just in love
i've never been sure after all these years
but there's something in the blood

then he pointed to his hat
said A is for André
and always moving forward
like a fever dream
without holes in the story

days go by
call it life, call it a crime
slow time dies
underline, your truth in lies

just never loose touch

_______________

Music and words by Tin Trails



a simple song

he had a four letter word
for his half sung song
and a barely touched verse
we came unplugged

i got a four letter word
for a half sung song
wait around with waiters now
to come unplugged

and i tried enough
to say i tried enough
and when i say layed out
i mean floating with a cigarette in your mouth

so i tried enough
to say i tried enough
and off the spanish atlantic
i dream in decals and start patches

one - for the happy hour
two - for the loud talkers
three grand - for the band
four - is for the slow jams
and the scars, the scars look like stars

four

with not much to forget
he pointed a finger
and said just one left
sucked in hard
said they just dreamt it

and close with the slow slow jam
thumble with the plugin
came on soft
and said they just wrote it

it went something like:
amber, amber is just a candle
behind your beer tonight

__________

Music and words by Tin Trails



just one left

Tender could really handle her stuff
as a long shadow should
sunset is still a Pyrenee mystery
with a new metal history

says he ran out of desert light
says the amber turned him grey
with three tats and half an acting class
fever dreams flavoured truth to that

and the chords around your neck
conversation most of all
no one really questions it
the solo was kind of ironic

i came to in a photo booth
a bit down on one crooked tooth

god only knows
god only knows you don't believe a word here
god only knows
god only knows you don't really need to
god only knows
god only knows we can sway the night away
god only knows
god only knows that they'll bring out the bongos
god only knows
god only knows that the scars look like stars here
god only knows
god only knows how the four letter words work
god only knows
god only knows how the four letter words work
god only knows
god only knows how the scars look like scars here

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Music and words by Tin Trails
