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relics of the near future, volume 01

by the gifted children

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everyone's dreams are dying - there is no best option anymore let us design algorithms to show you your weakling future anachronistic machines somehow holding key values it is dark and there are buttons to push a question for the tactile but restless mermaid fingers shake and go numb from the chance to make mistakes
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so much deeper i worry about you now so many things between us armchair prophet what do you see? scant provisions for our uncertainty do we crutch it or do we just walk resist the pull or succumb to the promise of simplicity? bring me isotopes and perfume let’s cover up the mess better yet let’s dedicate to whereabouts unknown and finally admit that we know nothing remove bandages to reveal: nothing! it healed itself right out of existence is that what you want? to turn a blemish into void?
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ultrasound 03:12
and you will be every color in my canvas and i will use worried brushstrokes to paint you carefully dark red canvas shows us a picture of the big top lights right there in the center ring where the spotlight shines down upon it i saw the dancing bears fade to gray washed out by other hues, wiped away i'll paint you carefully dark red
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[instrumental]
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languish in secret coves speaking in secret codes pouring hearts into bottomless holes life – come on and swallow me whole
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deep sleep among the machines...
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[instrumental]
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you could almost let yourself inside but pulled away before the flood came taste a little more regret and a lot of safety cycles to break or keep fade into a white noise bath (the beauty's in the hidden stuff...)
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distance 03:07
from the rear of the hall everything looked so small and in that pseudo-world she was so beautiful hope filled my head - all the thoughts that begin prayed the show would never end please know that i am watching you ... from the rear of the hall everything looked so small and in that pseudo-world details blurred to perfection she was so beautiful hope filled my head - all the thoughts that begin prayed the show would never end please know that i am watching you ...
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come on, i’ll write bridges for you to cross landing strips for your midnight flights guardrails for your seaside drives come on, i’ll give you hope before crestfall give you sleep before nightfall make new meals from old food dance on the carpet like a jettisoned toy always remember to call those who you said you would call always remember this: the chant must be seaworthy the driver must be trustworthy with no albatross
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the time has come for walking upstairs in pain and looking through rocking chair eyes fixed on a screen that shows comfortable scenes familiar, deposed, and antique the time grows, the garden slows the crawlspace is too small feelings that once burned within don’t register at all what did you miss in this somnambulistic trance? what did you miss - life becomes a backwards glance now is the time for cliches and smalltalk no new things are found christmas day a kinetic mind in this seamless time lies frigid, choked, and austere the gates close, the garden slows the house has empty halls feelings that once burned within don’t register at all what did you miss leaning on a tyrant past? what did you miss behind tinted safety glass? what did you miss holding back and holding in what did you miss - the phenotype could be anyone’s
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maybe years from now, when the sting is gone...
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parade 03:17
all we asked was ten more minutes while the city spent its weekend it all was planned but unexpected youth goes quickly when undefended i'll have a single room where it's cool and dim and quiet i will sleep and hope that the neighbors stop their fighting when it's too much work just to stay awake we can close ourselves inside to keep the traffic silent we can dance to this, we can turn it off only look outside to find the parade is this all that we'll remember: birthday parties, christmas mornings there's so much more that seems to happen without our knowledge, without our process don't take hold...

about

2020 is our 25th anniversary as a band... we originally planned to have a big reunion show and release an album of previously unreleased material, but then COVID-19 came and locked the world down. with a pandemic rendering us unable to celebrate a quarter century of making music in the normal fashion - no bandmates flying in from around the country to rehearse together, no in-studio appearances and group interviews, no reunion concerts in crowded bars - we decided to make the best of the situation and work on finishing and releasing songs from our vast archives over the spring and summer.

the 15 songs we released each week, between April and July, are compiled here as the first volume of an ongoing series called relics of the near future. these recently completed songs from our archives span our entire history, and run the gamut from full-band arrangements of indie rock songs, to plaintive and spare acoustic folk, to post-rock and art-rock epics, and everything in between. it's essentially us, as we've evolved and played over the last 25 years - one-off orphans that didn't fit on any album, outtakes from previously released albums, cast-outs and forgotten songs from albums-to-be, etc. we hope you enjoy this music as much as we have enjoyed rediscovering and finishing it, as we've stumbled across lost gems and oddities while sifting through hundreds of unreleased tracks.

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released December 1, 2020

the players:
david bartol – violin on 6
aaron boucher – drumset on 11
brett dreyer – acoustic guitar on 11
tim grimaldi – drumset on 1, 2, 3, 6, 12, 15; ride cymbal on 6; tambourine on 6; floor toms on 6
nick hall – drumset on 4, 7
isabel hernandez-cata – voices on 2, 11
katherine jacobs – cellos on 14; voice on 14
jim sahr – guitar(s) on 6-9, 11, 13; backward guitar on 6; keyboards on 10; crowd noise on 10
emma sanders – voice on 4
justin sheehan – voice on 11, 15; guitars on 15; keyboards on 15
jeff suszczynski – guitar(s) on 1-4, 6, 8-15; voices on 1-4, 7, 8, 10-14; keyboard(s) on 1, 2, 3, 12; slide guitar on 2, 9; piano on 3, 4, 5, 7; harmonica on 4, 12; ride cymbal on 5; shakers on 5; ebows on 6; snare drum on 6; cymbals on 6, 9; drumsets on 9, 13; white noise bath on 10
joe suszczynski – accordion on 13
bill trautman – bass(es) on 1, 2, 6-9, 11, 12, 14, 15; mandolin on 2; upright bass on 4, 5, 7, 13; electronic drumset on 5; guitars on 5; voices on 5; aluminum foil on 13
alexander trimpe – keyboard on 7

all songs by jeff suszczynski, except 5 by bill trautman and 15 by justin sheehan.

all tracks recorded from 1995-2020 on cassette 4-track, minidisc 8-track, adat 8-track, mac, and pc.

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the gifted children Rochester, New York

the gifted children is a music collective centered in rochester and buffalo, ny.

since forming in 1995, the gifted children have released 13 albums, over 30 EPs and singles, and a boxed set, with several dozen unfinished albums currently being worked on. stylistically they range from art rock to folk, electronic to indie rock, ambient to shoegaze. ... more

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