Freelance Whales Discography

Members:
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Chuck Criss (banjo, acoustic guitar, glockenspiel, synthesizer)
Doris Cellar (bass, harmonium, glockenspiel, synthesizer)
Jacob Hyman (drums, percussion)
Judah Dadone (acoustic guitar, banjo, harmonium, synthesizer)
Kevin Read (guitar, synthesizer, glockenspiel, harmonium)

Discography:
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Weathervanes

Track Listings:
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Weathervanes
  Generator ^ First Floor
  Hannah
  Location
  Channels
  Starring
  Kilojoules
  Broken Horse
  Danse Flat
  Ghosting
  We Could Be Friends
  Vessels
  Generator ^ Second Floor
  The Great Estates

Lyrics:
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(Album titles preceded by ##, Song titles by --)
(lyrics from http://lyrics.wikia.com/ and others)

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Weathervanes:

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Generator ^ First Floor

We get up early just to start cranking the generator
Our limbs have been asleep, we need to get the blood back in them
We're finding every day several ways that we could be friends

We keep on churning and the lights inside the house turned on
And in our native language we are chanting ancient songs
And when we quiet down the house chants on without us

With all the lights alive, we figured what your heart was for
And did a painting of you lying on the first floor
The window shot, your heart bulged out, something something (not at
all sure about this third line)
[3rd verse, from NPR World Cafe, 16 Mar 2010]

--
Hannah

Do me this solid
If you would pretty lady
Please grab me a martini
And meet me on the balcony
I've prepared a light show
You could fake a melody
We could argue over where and when
the cymbal hits should be

Hannah takes the stairs
And I usually take the elevator
Every now and then she offers me
A lemon Now and Later
Please don't play the match maker
Please don't be a player hater
If you dig her recent work
You should go congratulate her

And if you're partial to the night sky
If you're vaguely attracted to rooftops
Hannah takes the stairs
Cause she can't tell that
its a winding spiral case
Is she right side up
Or upside-down?

So Hannah let your roots grow
Let your blue legs show
If I need to take a breath
Then you can take a trumpet solo
I'll work on the limbs if
You work on the torso
If it gets to be too much then
You can lend a helping hand

And if you're partial to the night sky
If you're vaguely attracted to rooftops
Hannah takes the stairs
Cause she can't tell that
its a winding spiral case
Is she right side up
Or upside-down?

Hannah takes the stairs
Cause she can't tell that
its a winding spiral case
Is she outside-in
Or inside out?

--
Location

I am starting to sense your location
You are somewhere in the attic
Looking something close to tragic
Dating t-shirts and your mattress
I'm floating on the stairwell
With my toes grazed in the cedar
Thinking softly would a tender box leave them in...

And what a flammable heart I've been given
You could be in several different places
I am sensing your location

I am starting to sense your location
You are somewhere in the basement
Beating on a makeshift drum kit
Songs that I can hardly stomach
I'm floating on the stairwell
With my fingers shaking frantic
Thinking softly what a concrete mess we live in...

And what a ice box heart I've been given
You could be in several different places
I am sensing your location

You could be in several different places
I am starting to sense your locale now

I am starting to sense your location
In an alternate dimension
In a country side of England
Spirits trapped inside the linens
And you're feeling quite at home there
Also feeling somewhat lonely
No one sees you in your pixelated fish nets
And your black and orange beret

You could be in several different places
I am sensing your location
You could be in several different places
I am starting to sense your locale now

Oh please believe the ghost in me
Is doing what I can to find you out

--
Channels
[instrumental]

--
Starring

Shut me up with your long tubesocks
They don't scream, "Hey, let's just be friends"
Look at both my inkwells brimming
I was much less understanding then

How many stars you think you possess
How many in your butterfly net
Build me a star in your forehead
You were so misunderstood back then

But I think I get you now
I think I get you now

This is me starring
In a stranger's nightmare

Ooo-weeeee

Don't let the bathwater get too high
You will be a flood of porcelain
The lines clawed on the inside
It's digging hard into your tiles

And we're going to flood this house
We're going to flood this house

This is me starring
In a stranger's nightmare

--
Kilojoules

Well I've been making some cold calculations regarding our body heat
It's not easy, believe me

You liken me to a vampire
My left hand was wearing fake plastic teeth all winter
I've taken you for all you were worth

Well I'm afraid I'm not qualified to do any of these things for you
Well I'm afraid I'm not gonna give you back any of these kilojoules
Late nights and weekends our hearts only walk slowly on the local track
So I've arranged for your phobias to be performed by a string quartet

Shoot me one of those glances I need to interpret
I've been feeling well-rested and healthy

Well I'm afraid I'm not qualified to do any of these things for you
And I'm afraid I'm not gonna give you back any of these kilojoules
Late nights and weekends our hearts only go so slowly on the local track
So I've arranged for your phobias to be performed by a string quartet

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Broken Horse

October's got those orange eyes
But somehow I still lost sight
When you lifted the lid off of my pumpkin head
And kissed me good night
Should it be a thorn in my side
We never quite broke that horse
She slept in the cul-de-sac right
Seven miles from my front porch

Bundle up and come with me now
Down the road where to the burnt down barn
We could make a blanket of coats
And breathe our souls into the neighbours front lawn
But oh god that look in your eye
Trouble that does not search words
It sprung from the biblical vine
And are waiting to return to the dirt

The stitches in your winter clothes
Your cello bows
We stole your hair to make them
We're sorry for the iron shoes
We nailed to you
And stuck you in the rain
And then you sprinted away
Sprinted away to where I don't know
God's moving in your bloodstream
Where the cross beats aren't so slow

You swept all the red from my cheeks
I didn't hear you come back inside
And light up the gas in the den
And stand there in the thin winter light
But oh god that curve in your spine
A question mark
A doctor sign was framed by the windowsill
And you saw something I did not end that night
You saw something I did not end that night

The stitches in your winter clothes
Your cello bows
We stole your hair to make them
We're sorry for the iron shoes
We nailed to you
And stuck you in the rain
And then you sprinted away
Sprinted away to where I don't know
God's moving in your bloodstream
Where the cross beats aren't so slow

--
Danse Flat
[instrumental]

--
Ghosting

Do you ever play with kids in the basement
Soot upon your face so you were a hot mess
All your little molars cracked in the pressure
Come here little sister, let's get you to bed

But oh you caught me sleeping in the power sockets
You caught me mildew in the tiles of the bathroom
And oh you shot a glance like I was doing okay
Oh I am never on my way

Do you ever run with him in the morning
Think about jumping over the back fence
Seven different places need a bitter mending
All we use are eyes to fill in most the gaps

But oh you caught me sleeping in the power sockets
You caught me mildew in the tiles of the bathroom
And oh you shot a glance like I was doing okay
Oh I am never on my way

The reasons my molars are so broken
Is I spend too much time ghosting
With the likes of you and yours

The reasons my insides are swollen
Is I spend too much time ghosting
With the likes of you and yours

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We Could Be Friends

I am convinced
that we could be friends
We have several interests in common
In common

And I am convinced
that we have been friends
Were you a Tahitian
grain of sand
In a past life?

Please don't put your face into your hands
we could be friends
Please don't put your face into your hands
we could be friends

I am convinced
that we should be friends
We compare our hearts
to things that fly
But cannot land

Please don't put your face into your hands
we could be friends
Please don't put your face into your hands
we could be friends
Please don't put your face into your hands
we could be friends
Please don't put your fresh into your ways
we could be friends
Please don't put your face into your hands
we could be friends
I can count the ways on my two hands
We could be friends

--
Vessels
[instrumental]

--
Generator ^ Second Floor

And I could never tell as a kid
What that window door went to
Only told to stay away
I almost had an accident at age 6
When I found the key in the attic
And now the smell of these wood frames
Is the only sense I've left
So as you pull me from the bed
Tell me I look stunning and cadaverous

And since you are my friend
I would ask that you lower me down slow
And tell the man in the black cloak
He doesn't need to trouble his good soul
With those latin conjugations
And if it's all the same to them
You should tell your gathering friends
Please not to purse their faces grim
On such a lovely sunday

Don't fix my smile, life is long enough
We will put this flesh into the ground again

--
The Great Estates

We beg rebirth
to take us up
Parade our souls
out by the back gate
Some claw the ground
Some cut the air
Some warm the seas
But what will you be and when?

And I swim through dirt
To find you out
And a wail without his family history is
And I used to shout
To find my way
The water find my distant memory failed
Look into the reigns of a great estate
Better lights pull you out of the ground
Seep into the wood of the great estates
Animals your soul will guide
Give into the reigns of the great estates
Better lights pull you out of the ground
Seep into the wood of the great estates
Animals your soul will guide
Give into the reigns of the great estates
Better lights pull you out of the ground
Seep into the wood of the great estates
Animals your soul will guide
Give into the reigns of the great estates
Better lights pull you out of the ground
Seep into the wood of the great estates
Animals your soul will guide