Ben Chase: 12-string/electric guitars and vocals
Ben Fox: vocals and acoustic guitar
Collin Ginsburg: bass guitar and vocals
Samir Tawalare: drums and vocals
Sam Wiles: piano and vocals
Featuring the lovely vocal talents of Annabel McSpadden, Bianca Bowman, Caleb Ramos, and Thor Vutcharangkul.
Mixed/Mastered by Ben Chase, Ben Fox, Caleb Ramos
Album Artwork by Collin Ginsburg
lyrics
Jonathan Jamison jumped through a ring
It was a big thing to those who hadn’t seen
And there were many many dangerous places to be
Magnificently special and splendidly deadly
Started night by candlelight 1923
He sighed, she wouldn’t lie to keep him in safety
He got up on the street, started walking
Wings like a bird, you know they kept him from cawing out
Wee-oh-why did this happen to me?
Oh my, aren’t you a big fish
If I can’t fly then what the hell are these wings for?
I watch those pretty faces eating icy apples
Red circles dot the sidewalk where we’ve set up for now, so
I know the special timings, need to get the red mop out
Burn it to the ground and get the hell out of this town
And I don’t even know her so I can’t say nothin’
Though even expectations represent my assumptions
Fruits are falling faster than I catch em and hand
Them off to the tophat laughing “dumb bitches crunch this”
Wee-oh-why did this happen to me?
Oh my, aren’t you a big fish
If I can’t fly then what the hell are these wings for?
“Wee-oh-why did this happen?” she screams and cries
Block out the sounds, J
If I can’t breathe without burning my tongue
No, without burning my tongue
Carry out, bloody mouth makes food for all workers
Johnny sleeps in a heap on top of the dirt over
The underground chamber well for wishing on her
Washington lies a lot and feeds fingers to birds
Candlelight burn it bright blow it out bigger
Eyes will close right before the liar pulls trigger
And she will die, it’s all alright, it’s easier to sigh
And burn the bloody building ‘fore the end of the night
Wee-oh-why did this happen to me?
Oh my, aren’t you a big fish
If I can’t fly then what the hell are these wings for?
Wee-oh-why I will never be free
That’s fine, I like my chains of
Fire and flight and I can’t feel my tongue
No, well I can’t feel my tongue
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