Foil Deer

by Speedy Ortiz

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Produced & mixed by Nicolas Vernhes & Speedy Ortiz
Engineered by Gabe Wax
at Rare Book Room, Brooklyn, NY
Mastered by Emily Lazar & assisted by Chris Allgood
at The Lodge, New York, NY

Art by Sadie Dupuis
Art photography & craft support by Caitlin Bechtel

All songs by Sadie Dupuis/ July Was Hot (BMI) ©2015

Carpark Records CAK 103
Buy this IRL: store.carparkrecords.com/products/543382-cak103-speedy-ortiz-foil-deer

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released April 21, 2015

Sadie Dupuis: guitar, synths, vocals
Darl Ferm: bass, guitar
Michael Falcone: drums, piano, vocals
Devin McKnight: guitar

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Track Name: Good Neck
Got a lack of woe. I’ve known you not so very long, but watch your back, because baby’s so good with a blade.
Track Name: Raising The Skate
Heaven have mercy on the hypnic jerk you blame for your speech. Walk around the block again. Wait ‘til I feel cool and straight with a diaristic bent on undertaking. Careful, steady. Are we steady? Cruel and ready. I’m not bossy, I’m the boss. Shooter, not the shot. On the tip and fit to execute. I’m chief, not the overthrown. Captain, not a crony. So if you wanna row you better have an awfully big boat. Holding a package from a total stranger who claims to know me. Naw, you never knew me, man, not even a fraction. You just glimpsed your own reflection in a gold sheen. I’m not bossy, I’m the boss. Shooter, not the shot. Well composed with keys to raise the skate. I’m chief, not the overthrown. Captain, not a crony. So if you wanna throw you better have an awfully big stone. We could hang out for the summer while you wait for your girl. Dip a toe in ‘til it’s soaked and freezing. But just because I let you kill time dangling me from the quarry doesn’t mean that I won’t land on my feet. That’s ‘cause I’m the boss. Caller of the shots. Sutanejo, never spit to me. Chief. Play my own right hand. Not haggish, but the hag. How naïve to trample she who’s running the stampede. I’m raising the skate. Look, I’m raising the skate.
Track Name: The Graduates
We were the French club dropouts, but we never got excused from class. The secretary must have been high to turn a blind eye on us sneaking out back. Then we were pregnant on the balcony and you caught me with a cigarette. I never put the thing to my lips, just crushed it and spit on where I laid it to rest. I was the best at being second place but now I’m just the runner up at being the second one you think of every day before you go back to one. We were the law school rejects, so we quarreled at the bar instead. Shot out in four words or less: you want a jail, you want a mess. You have the right to drink less. Then we were floating on a balcony and I fell into a trampoline. I never should’ve looked for a hand from an invisible pushmi-pullyu pushing on me. I was the best at being second place but now I’m just the silver you dread, and only in the shape of a bullet am I ever the shape you see when you wake up dead. So will you cauterize the bleeding or bastardize the meaning? I’m the one worth seeing as a waif, a friend. I guess that’s the extent. More than assisted when you cut inside the paper to project it from the lighthouse and eject it out into the void. Oh, I was the best at being second place.
Track Name: Dot X
Caress cement ‘til it’s dry. Come clean your hands in the backseat before you’re onto the next fiend. Don’t ever touch my blade, you fool. You’ll be cursed for a lifetime. Don’t ever touch my kid, you sick thing. Range utensil flaking in the wind. Wanna stand in place like a foil deer? Isn’t that the reason you came here? Don’t ever touch my ring, you fool. You’ll be cursed for a lifetime. Don’t ever touch my kid, you sick thing. You know by now with all these drops of blood it is love. Moonballing bureaucrats. With all this love, it is death. Get in the van and take my hand. We’re onto the next life. Smothered and fond, not redolent. Scarred and it’s timesome. Don’t ever touch my kid. You fool. You’ll be cursed. You’ll be cursed.
Track Name: Homonovus
Underwire undermines your ability to clear with your bare eyes hiders who seek magic abounding in housemaking fantasies. Ability’s what makes the beast an animal you claim for your own cage. They hide and we seek magic abounding, thus letting them stand on our feet. Honestly, you’re bad at it. I like you anyway. Rolling with pulled punches and tepid identities. Excuse me, Miss Lady. Won’t you excuse me this morphism? And I’ll be better than I was alone, and you’ll be better than you were alone. Isn’t it a charmed life grinning under harsh light? Hide and we seek magic abounding thus letting them stand on our feet.
Track Name: Puffer
You want a blue sky. How provincial. Focus the dead eye upon the guard of the liars. Kinetoscoping not to fear a thing. Not anacondas under the cover of liars. Poseying in prose again. Mount Toby friends are make pretend. Never offered cover model jobs outside of Factory Hollow, so I’m the god of the liars. A truss construction never fears a thing. Look through the onion skin under the guard of the liars. New position minus friction. X-game starlet earns the mention. No-way ticket trained in consent. Kissing cousins’ train’s a-coming. Puff puff. Now I’m the god of the liars.
Track Name: Swell Content
You gotta put one in for another to come. Sacrifice your first then you won’t have to slave a lot. I have been rejected for semesters at sea. Pasting up the walls, should’ve gone for a tapestry. I am not averse to getting salt in my face. Let me marinate a week and reevaluate. The only true essential is your pout in the shot. Don’t complicate the thought. Put one in and another will come. Throwing out the trail just to get to the trailer park. I have been rejected, though I want it a lot. Spying from the knoll, should’ve shot from the balustrade. Tell me all the truths buttoned into your shank. Are we so similar or was that just a gag? The only true essential is repetitive speech, then pose accordingly. Is it getting old sealing all your kisses with poison? You gotta put one in for another to come. Sacrifice your first, then you won’t have to wait so long. I have been rejected for most everything. Take me off your list or elect a lobotomy. Take me off your list.
Track Name: Zig
How many laps does it take to decide you’re back at the start? Pace ‘er like a machine. Anachronistic with scissor kicking. No good at all. Push both components at the very same time. Now tighten the gear. You need both components at the very same time. Now tighten the gear here. What’s wrong with just playing possum, panting cot to cot, and making life a stiller life by metrics? It’s true that if you go inside you might never come out. What’s wrong with just playing possum, pawing tooth to root? And when I’m sad, I burn for more extraction. It’s true that if I go inside I might never come out. That’s why we’ll go closely through the woods, and trust me, completely.
Track Name: My Dead Girl
Better yet, better get jealous of what didn’t get your name. Better you fake the truth. I tried to buy an aluminum toy from the booth outside the dojo with a ten buck coin from your old drawer. Don’t even know what you’ve been up to since the time you said I never saw the real you. Brain like a sphinx and a vest like a townie. I got you, but if you ever saw me, I go riding in cars but I’m not the driver. Riding in cars. Now I’m the bad girl you wanted. Pull the shades. Make the call. Get the feds crawling through the lawn. I got smoke in my iris. Backwater acid bath for riddle-rousing cowards. Better me than you’ve ever seen. Brain like a sphinx and a vest like a townie. If these are my last words, guess you found me. I go riding in cars but I’m not the driver. Riding in cars. Now I’m the dead girl you wanted. Don’t even know what you’ve been up to, and the me that you knew, that was some other me. Brain like a sphinx but got nails like a prom queen. Stay on the bleachers. From there you can watch me go riding in cars, but I’m not the driver. Riding in cars, more like the dead girl you wanted. Riding in cars and you’re not the driver. Forever and overly gone.
Track Name: Ginger
Everybody’s getting wasted. I just pick my teeth, lurking in the shadows of the party lights. Order in the court of offers. Playing plebes just like a bad cop with a bribe. I wanna fold up and fall inside the interstitials of killing time. Wasted, like you. Everybody’s getting spewy. I’m messed up on moons, acting like a lunatic who needs a tide. Sinewed something awful. Told me, “You can’t swim if you can’t dive.” Oh, Ginger! So should I grow up and stem the tide? I wanna cannonball and kill your time. Wasted, like you.
Track Name: Mister Difficult
Help, I am in megadebt and wanna sell at loss all of the septic lines I patched into the main event with some inane arresting glance. He gets why I play fight. I see Mr. Difficult, then it’s easy to be Mr. Difficult too. But it comes the time to call you out as someone I’m too hard to be about. Didactic ricochet. Whatever, teach. Get lost in mumbling mouth to wall. I’m just a ratchet kid that sits here stretching out my thighs between the drills. But I’d never flex for your benefit (though I always thought I’d be a benefit to you). I was never good at smoothing out the mumps and missiles I’m too hard about when it’s not hard for you too. They want the sportsman’s letter. I’ve already been there with limited editions you could never care for. But still beneath the poster bait I got the message. Boys be sensitive and girls be, be aggressive. But you’d never get hit without earning it and I only hit you first ‘cuz I deserved my own hit too. Still it comes the time to call you out since I’m the one that you should be about. But I’d never hit it for your benefit (though I always thought I’d be a benefit to you). And it’s always time to call you out since I’m the one that you should be about.
Track Name: Dvrk Wvrld
The gate should open at my breath. I think I take too many. This one’s the last for a while. Walked across the oval with the sergeant bride as the cracks in the parking lot stretched to divide. The snow came on; it was the first in a while. Couldn’t tell for sure if it was really real, like a doctor you’re numb to even when he’s upon you. I wash my hands. Wash my hair, too. You gotta be clean and pretend like you wanna be clean to pull through in a dark world. It’s cruel to be blatant to a life that you’ve thrown away but there’s no use for patience with a barrel of snakes. I think I take too many. These are the last for a while. Walking ‘cross the threshold and he takes my hand. Said he’ll promise to like me if I stand in the light. Who’s got my bag? Who’s got a bag for me? Who stands in the corner and pays with her marrow for her treats? In a dark world, the gate should open at my breath. The gate should open when I say go. I think I take too many. Walking through the doorway, but I’m halfway deep. A heartache that numbs you even when it coats you.