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Apes Scrapes and Bandages

by Starsapien

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    Features studio recording of "Twice" as a bonus track, a hand-written short story by Jay, and a digital download code.

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1.
Burnin' 05:55
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I burned down a house for you Tore all my idols in two The poster on the bedroom wall, remember Staring down the ceiling stars alone at night For ten years glow, they gave me light I asked for a hand to end it But those little white fingerlings bend The curling trust of a helpless infant Two brothers’ dreams to take the world laid sound to sleep And this is the best you’ll ever be Wipe away every tear There’s nothing left to feel but joy here Place to lay, green forgotten shade A new soothsayer divining all the ways Green forgotten shade Green forgotten shade I poured out my heart in the drain Thought it would change the pain And turn me into somebody that I could live with But we’re four months deep in storytime land and he holds my head, A spirit in the mirror or a knife in bed Wipe away every tear There’s nothing left to feel but joy here Place to lay, green forgotten shade A new soothsayer divining all the ways Green forgotten shade Green forgotten shade Stumble hot through Sumer rumble Tablet cabaret Green forgotten shade Green forgotten shade Tarot cards and olive oil Taste and see the flame Dancers interlock and load, tip-totem off in dissonance Burning down, it’s fate, I’m flaming out, I’m finally getting it Pair of eyes to carolize two terribly surprise adrift Heaven, earth, and hell between us—I’m burying the myth Burying the myth, I’m burying the myth So I’m brushing my teeth for you Growing my hair and singin’ more too I don’t want to spin in a teacup forever But you’re grabbing the wheel and turning slow, And you look at me
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Men of the Sleeve 06:00
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I’m not ashamed of dreams I’ve had I raise a token, gilded and strapped Construction bids, I’m building a ring Intergrafting men of the sleeve A corner thing we traded for cash We moved against Brusuelas from west of Ash Sat on the stash and boxed in the king Two barrel clicks make a man convincing Oh, it’s nice to be seen To be stepping in through a door held open When the madam leaves Half a life spent chetwynd chasing speed And temptresses divesting stock and key Oh it’s nice to be seen Oh, this life doesn’t hold But I’m nothing sweet for the black suits listening When I’m on the phone Sugar girls and soldiers know the code Caution takes the fun out of the gold Whisper, shadow and gurkha smoke The wicked children run Heaton Street We’ll cross ‘em off the list next week They run a game on trixies come from uptown Bring too much heat when the count’s still down I’d love to be out there cracking heads But now I delegate from behind a desk The corporate thing keeps my Brunellos like new Progressive discipline, performance reviews Oh, Jim Cagney and me The difference lies in the storm drain, face down Fate I’ll never see Half a life hell bent and swingin’ free Rolling up men of the sleeve
3.
View from the Getty 02:30
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Greenest grass I’ve seen Walls of travertine Is this a wishing well? If you’ve got a coin, might as well Throw it in The horseman looks so free Ooh, look at this view Halls of naked Greeks Marble ass cheeks We walk the garden maze The trellis kisses taste So sweet
4.
Axe 03:32
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Poor boy strides the runaround He’s laughing in the dark An entourage of idiot hawks Bought into his cult persona It filled a hole Under guise of Geils band Her faces melting, two Sommeliers in midnight boxes Fetching Barb from next door Crossbeam dream Tattooed meth head shaking hands He’s lookin’ kinda blue Enshrined with Pisschrist plastic bottles Sitting sukhasana at the corner store But three nights clean Port of call, O’ahu-bound My girl’s a native spark She ties my hands, blindfolded Firewalking with an axe of Koa She’s in control
5.
Smog City Blues 03:35
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Why do people shout in the morning? Why the women crying at night? I tried to have peace like the LA River But truth is a useless peace of mind Fireworks they buy in Tecate Stereos you throw on the curb You heard a terse pan-hand alley coin toss The faux-car wash off-ramp beggars earn Why do city people always seem to shout At three in the morning? Three in the fucking morning Yell for Tré once more My alloy sits by the door Rhythm-knocking lovers at midnight Filler in the kisses of mods Scene chicks swingin' hips at an Echoplex gig A stage hand rakes mind-out kids along Why do city idiots appear to pity Men on the sidewalk? Favella tents up the next block Cries to do something more But it's you I see who's locking the door Thought I could see the sunlight Laugh at the morgue with lungs like Carbon perfume and concrete Dimwitted witness don't speak Speaking in waves you can't read Jonathan Gold withholding Pleasant enough what I've seen Melting away the shoe groove Hole in the wall become new Brush over neighbors tax-free Orange and beige and palm leaf Monomaniacally we Dance in the Santa Cruz sink Drown in the fumes of release Cloud days that never become rain Sweep the street to push it around I love the sound--the mad thrash of a helicopter I wouldn't sleep any better if it fell to the ground Why do city people always seem to shout At three in the morning? Three in the fucking morning Yell for Tré once more My alloy sits by the door Why does everybody say I ought to fix The dent in my car door? That's what I drive a Prius for Stupid mindless dreck This place has always got its foot on my neck
6.
The Legend of Asia Cafe 04:43
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Sewing threadless through the loom That needle plunge and fadeaway Seven-stretch, July on asphalt Two-wheeled homebound bedding down Fifth of hillbred men of spirit Lean disciples Willa loves Swing the door, the bell rings, in he comes And they know his order No one’s dining alone tonight when Babatunde slips you the bag You glide into this golden contour booth And wait for the ancient truth Meditative in the smokestacks Teepees Zildjians on the couch Eight P.M., it’s six-stroke time They’re calling book tunes at Imbibe Timmy Vaughn is here to see you Curtis King just wandered in Broody-eyed and worse still, cat brought sticks Players start to holler No one’s dining alone tonight when Babatunde slips you the bag You glide into this golden contour booth And wait for the ancient truth If you’re the one, the buzz, cut it off A friend to float you through the changes Sails for greener swamps Congo Square is where we got it all from, baby If you’re the one, the buzz, cut it off A friend to float you through the changes Sails for greener swamps Congo Square is where we got it all from, baby Cafe closed for renovations Closed for good, rent’s going up
7.
Walls 04:52
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You, knocking down my walls And all dishonesty falls You, you don’t believe the smile Don’t you see that I’ll be sad for awhile Patterns encrypted argyle Hiding in plain-sighted sighs I wrestle with my genes And face down the monster in me Texturing plaster and knife Chimes in a windless unwind I find it The melody under the skin The parachute floating alone Piles of Sobibor bone I could be the Antichrist Make the shuffle play Letterbomb twice And you, you’re gonna see a wall of regrets So speak now or forever hold your breath
8.
Raw Walrus 05:02
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I look at nothing when I feel the Buddha I’ve stoned the apostles of peace It’s an old way of knowing If you’ve got licorice or grease Someone standing in the frame of the door Girl’s been waiting, but she can wait a little more Lady I don’t even work here This happens to me every time I come Today in sweatpants and flip flops Looking like a platypus nonplussed Someone looking after me when it’s bad Losing touch, lie about the time we had I guess that you’re the wrong waitress And this isn’t my coke But the sign said OPEN I was hoping I could sit here and smoke Where do you think I’ve been For the last two hours? I liked it better when the paint was peeling The coffee bitter, stronger, burned then, too It’s a trip down a memory now A silhouette of lonesome nights before I met you Someone asking me to sign the dotted line Thumbprint inkstain, throwing hands and rolling eyes I take the stages Davis blew The ghosts of hard bop fill this Greenwich greenroom I feel them pulsing, whispering, valving spit And I lose myself in the moment House lights up and I’m half-lit Cash in hand, had over rent Baby I don’t even know you But I want to be the apron on your hips So let me take down your order By sunrise, it’s me and you, orange juice, and grits Someone cooking in a loose Navajo Wake up smiling, make me feel I found a home I guess that I’m the raw walrus And this isn’t my dream But the door was open I was hoping I could sit here and scream I don’t know where I’ve been For the last two hours There’s somebody sitting up with the lights on, worried For me Why me?
9.
Sean Robert and Jesse 05:34
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I read the names engraved but never spoke ‘em I spent all day just wondering who they’d be Maybe only Easter-see-you children Maybe summer long day friends for me Acid-dripping resin lines the darkroom Other peoples’ faces, most for pay Dodging eight on Kodak from New Jersey These shots wash out pangs a different shade Red glow Hang alone Red glow Strange to know the truth Losing things like car keys on a show day Or sleeping late through infomercial night Little moments colored by depression Little joy, the blinds drawn on Zoning out of frame, the sharp shatter glass Sorry lowdown nothing from the past What did you feel? Did you feel? Questions I can’t ask and aren’t real Family pain we buried by the fence Red glow Hang there alone Red glow Feels like I know you Red glow Hang there alone Red glow Feels like I know you
10.
Same Song 04:04
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It turns out All along We were writing The same song And that house Fresh with paint Covers bruises Years of hate Hear the tunes We would sing Little voices Out of tune Out of time That’s the truth Love your brother Wasted youth Counting the reasons to give you a call Thinking if I’ve heard your phone ring before Tasked with my living, a man made in enterprise Forward and formless, a mannequin despotantalize Mhm Mhm It’s for only Us to know Us to ashes Dust to coast Ghosts are giving Up us both

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Starsapien returns with Apes Scrapes and Bandages — ten new stories of angst, desire, and petty theft for the modern American grifter, written by Jay Siebold.

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released October 13, 2023

Produced by David Siebold and Jay Siebold.

All songs written, engineered, and mixed by Jay Siebold.
Basic tracking and brass recorded at The Ranch in Peletier, NC.
Overdubbing and mixdown completed at Siebold Sound in Los Angeles, CA.

Additional overdub engineering by Thom Canova at Overdub Lane in Durham, NC.
Mastered by Jason Richmond.

Musical Director: Kevin Beardsley
Horn Arranger: Jakob Bower

STARSAPIEN is:

Jay Siebold: vocals, auxiliary instrumentation
Kevin Beardsley: electric bass, upright bass
Dwayne Jordan: drums & percussion
Logan Butler: electric & acoustic guitars
David Siebold: acoustic & electric guitars; ukulele, upright bass, percussion, vocals (4)
Brandon Shamar: piano, Rhodes, keyboards

Jakob Bower: trombone (2,3,5,6,10)
Nick VanBuskirk: alto saxophone (2,3,5,6,10)
Elijah Freeman: tenor saxophone (2,3,5,6,10)
Ariel Mejia: trumpet (2,3,5,6,8,10)
Cody Angel: pedal steel (1,4,8,10)
Ellis Dyson: banjo (1)
Becky Butler: piano (2)
Al Strong: trumpet solo (6)
Phillip Richards: clarinet (9)
Kevin Siebold: electro-saw (4)
Benjamin Dodson: vocals (1)
Lauren Harrold: vocals (2,8), shaker (5)
The Sape Choir: chanting (1)

Artwork and designs by Alberto Ricchi.

Facilities support at The Ranch courtesy Kevin and Brenda Siebold.

Special thanks to Felix Allen, Benjamin Dodson, Josh Masters, Andrew McClenney, Alex Rodriguez, Matthew Siebold, Ryan Todd, Juan Carlos Torrado, Bryan Willis, Matthew Winget, Andrew Wishon, and Naomi Joy.

©2023 Siebold Sound. All rights reserved.

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Cosmic country & western from songwriter-producer Jay Siebold and his back-east band.

Apes Scrapes and Bandages out October 13, 2023.

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