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by Ben Seretan

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In early 2010, I started tuning my grandmother's guitar like a cello. And at some point I learned how to sing. I plugged in my electric guitar and I went. Here are some songs and one drone.

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released 01 June 2011
All by Ben Seretan
Recorded, Mixed, and Mastered by Spaceman Sound
Album Art by BF Bifocals
bfbifocals.com

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tags: experimental bed-stuy country drone electric guitar gospel punk singing Brooklyn

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Track Name: We Glow Golden (Holding Candles)
My older brother said not to give up on it. Sideways on a park bench, morning light. Sing like an angel, cry like an infant. Feel elated when you call me. Riding out the bad vibes, tripping on my front porch. Blood spilled in the bookstore, springtime. We glow golden holding candles. The King's gravesite in mid-August.
Track Name: Rhinestones in a Plastic Bag
Lifting you towards the attic door
My hands on your hips
We fell in a tangle of limbs
Ash fell from my eyes
Suddenly at the back of the house
Sprinklers in the sun
Naked against a yellow wall
Dust fell from my mouth

Bound by our ponytails braided into one
You can be my baby now
And I will be your man

Spread out across the Salton Sea
Seagull's blood and bone
Air was thick, we choked it down
Laughing cola smiles
When we came to the edge of it all
You were not around
South Dakota, midwest Queen
Straddled by the belt

Bound by our ponytails braided into one
You can be my baby now
And I will be your man
Rhinestones in a plastic bag
Kiss me on the crown
You can be my baby now
And I will be your man
Rhinestones in a plastic bag
Kiss me on the crown
You can be my baby now
And I will
be your
man
Track Name: Haunted Condo Blues
Broken leg bird radio
Anaheim wind's still
Pushed a shopping cart off of a cliff
Valley echoed back

We laugh too loud
Make our papas proud

At the bottom of the well
Howling at the moon
Youth will be the death of me
Haunted condo blues

We laugh too loud
Make our papas proud

Floating lanterns out to sea
We watched dressed in black
Touch my shoulder, fingertips
The ice melts in your glass

We laugh too loud
Take me home with you tonight
Track Name: Amazing Grace
Amazing grace, how sweet the sound
That saved a wretch like me, like me
I once was lost, but now am found
Was blind, but now I see. I see.

Once you held the midland wolves
In a copper wire cage
We went running on the road
And ate the white moth's wings

Sacrifice in Rainey Park
With the Rooster's orange blood
Four small eggs and a pile of change
At the roots of a gnarled tree
Track Name: Joy
Joy is what we're after
The laughter of the clouds
Crowns of sound and hailing
Holy be thy name
Joy if it doesn't kill me
Triumph even if it does
10,000 volts of lightning
Stemming from my lips
(Fleeing through my toes)
(Gunning for my heart)
Sort of like the joy of falling
Or dying in a dream
Water off a rock cliff
Billowing in steam
Hammering the instrument
Hard enough to feel
The light that it is made of
That is joy and it is real
Oh, there is perfect violence
On the dunes out by the beach
We wiped the blood from our swords
On driftwood and on grass
Where did you get this idea
of the concept of a soul?
What are you doing in South Korea?
You need to come back home
Joy is what we're after
The laughter of the clouds
Crowns of sound and hailing
Holy be thy name
Joy if it doesn't kill me
Triumph even if it does
10,000 volts of lightning
Stemming from my lips
(Fleeing through my toes)
(Gunning for my heart)
Track Name: California Scenario
On the tarmac
Heat of the morning sends ripples across
Smiling pilot apologizes on the intercom
Filled with illness
Silica gel in my ears and eyes

Oh, dear boyfriend
Take your sweet back and turn towards the sun
Cave your brains in
Shave that thing off, you look ridiculous
There's my papa wading slow with hollow bones
Track Name: Drone
Drone